Friday Favs 11/20/15

Some of my favorite new submissions this week.
Tonight we're gonna party like it is 1960's Hippie Party Theme!
"Ahola, Tim!"
"Ahol.. what?"
"AHOLATTA BEACH TURDS."
"That... doesn't really make sense."
"It makes aholatta sense, Tim. AHOLATTA."
Remember Clippy, that annoying Microsoft Word paperclip?
Apparently we all told him to leave one too many times:
Tree what I did there?
"It looks like you're buying a cake! I will make you regret ever opening this bakery window."
And finally, if you're looking to get an intentional Cake Wreck for a friend's birthday: BEWARE.
You'll probably still get a wreck, of course - just not the way you intended. (Sorry, Alyson.)
Thanks to Paige H., Amanda K., Carolyn L., & Alyson A. for the wreck-ception.
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Reader Comments (26)
It's a 2 thousand-teens blog post comment!: Poor Alyson should have known asking for a cake to be decorated like a "cake wreck cake" is like asking for a Christmas tree to be decorated like a Christmas tree tree. So many choices...
Did you know Melinda Gates was on the team of people responsible for Mr Clippy? Before she met Bill. Ah, Mr Clippy, you were fun for about 2 minutes.
Love the puns, Jen!
Ahola crap, that's some serious beach turdage!
Just what does the delicious sliced fruit border have to do with a 1960s hippie themed cake? That was before my time, so I'll just assume that it was also before the time of the person selecting the cake. As for the writing, the wreckorator needs a remedial cursive lesson. That is NOT how a letter "p" is connected to the letter after it.
With apologies to the dyslexics in the world, they really should be supervised when putting lettering on cakes. If I were at a beach and saw those brown things, I would be on the look-out for Godzilla and whatever gas station sushi he had eaten.
Had you not said it was a tree, I would have taken it for an attempt at a CCC (blech) version of fall foliage. But you're the boss, applesauce, and if you say it's a tree, who am I to argue.
The best way to ensure receiving a wreck is to order a cake that you absolutely DO NOT want wrecked. We all know that when a wreck is ordered, it's a crap shoot as to whether it will be wrecked.
I tree what you did :P
So close! The Hawaiian word for butt is okole. Guess that's where all the turds came from.
That last one is so meta...
Is the first cake kind of wavy, or is that the "1960's Hippie Party Theme" kicking in?
Can anyone figure out what the turds on the beach are supposed to be? Sometimes I'm just at a loss. I should probably stop trying to figure out what's going on in the minds of the wreckorators. It apparently requires different pharmaceuticals than I have access to.
That might've been a-hole Tim lol
The A-hole Tim cake style is called Life Is Beachy. You can Google that and see the grocery chain that offers it. I'm not sure if they are supposed to rocks or rolling sand, but they aren't supposed to Deep Fecal Brown in color.
Whoever you are and wherever you've gone, you will always be our favorite A-Hole Tim.
The turds on the beach are obviously (or not) supposed to be logs that have washed up onto the shore.
Since one slang term for "turd" is "log," the whole scene can be seen as a metaphor for "Ahola" Tim's toilet habits: Even when he's washed up, he's turdy. Or something. I'm now curious about what's hiding behind the "surf boards" that are obviously (or not) metaphors for something rigid and upright. Like, Maybe Tim's...parents.
I was SURE you were going to say that we wanted Mr. Clippy to "make like a tree and leaf." BA HA HA HA
--Which would have been even funnier with a pine tree. Or whatever that is.
I am reveling in the meta-ness of it all. Allison must have been thrilled. The universe conspired to give her exactly what she wanted on so many levels. Bravo, Universe!
The last one makes me think, what would the perfect cake wreck be?
OMG!! Welcome to dog turds!
I actually think the cake wreck cake is brilliant.
I submitted the tree cake. It is, in fact, a CCC.
Because of an above comment, my mind is now blown. What if it was never a tree? The conversation must have gone like this:
Bakery Manager: "WHAT is THAT supposed to be?"
Wrecker: "It's an oak tree leaf. In um, fall colors."
Bakery Manager: "That looks like a tree. Turn it upside down."
"Wrecker: "Ok, it's a tree then. A HAPPY LITTLE TREE."
Bakery Manager: Let's sell it for $17.99.
Poop on the beach - seashells? That's my best guess, anyway.
I don't see what's wrong with Tim's cake. It's obviously slang. You've no doubt heard of "Spanglish", the Spanish/English mashup. Well this is a prime example of Spanaiian", the Spanish/Hawaiian mashup that's currently sweeping the young, hip, urban scene. This, specifically, is the mashup of aloha and hola, affording the user the ability to use two separate words for hello and goodbye but actually only needing to say one word. This is a relative of the lesser known "Yiddaiian" which is the Yiddish/Hawaiian mashup. It's best known for the mashup "poy!" which is an exclamation used over a taro root dish. Outside of New York City this variant is not well known. Ahola, Cakewrecks! I love you all!
"it's a crap shoot..." @Moira, that certainly explains the Ahola cake!
Lol well what can I say that hasn't been said about the poop beach cake? Other than bleh! Lol wow I still can't believe wreckerators can't see that as poo.
Any chance there's a hash brownie under that icing on the first one? I think the decorator may have been sampling beforehand.
I'd say Allison's cake is perfect! If it had had sprinkles, underlining, a poo-brown phallus, Spock holding hands with Han Solo (someone make this happen!) and in the shape of a creepy baby with a red velvet and raspberry jam interior, it would have been a cliche. This is subtle and understated and I REALLY hope that what the wreckorator's intent. If it wasn't, even better!
So Clippy is working as a feather duster now?
I am certain Clippy is living in our phones as the Auto-correct feature that "fixes" our text messages into garbled nonsense.