In With The New
January 2, 2017 It's officially a new year, minions. A fresh start. A time to shake off the doldrums of 2016, and embrace the new adventures that await us in 2017.
Because you... are a unicorn.
;)
A funky, plague-riddled unicorn.
...Or you could be mixed with a cheetah. Who also has plague.
And baby, you... are a firework.
;)
Or maybe a fountain.
Depends how much you've had to drink.
And just like a kite on the wind, you... can SOAR.
;)
...or crash, burn, and poop your pants.
So raise a glass - or half a mermaid
;)
And let those balloons drop!
;)
Or... escape the picnic basket?
;)
I'll admit, the metaphor's getting a little muddied here.
Whatever. My point is, this year, minions, don't hang on to the wreckage of 2016.
Instead, look forward to the wreckage of 2017. You know, like this:
;)
PERFECT.
Thanks to Emma C., Kristine, Jessica C., Courtney R., Natalie K., & Greg T. for capturing the moment your daughter was pretty much all of us.
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Reader Comments (18)
I love the expression on that young girl's face. Even SHE can recognize a CakeWreck when she sees one.
The Squire says that first cake is an albino leopard, curled up asleep with its tail sticking out. It certainly isn't a unicorn!
I wish I was physically capable of doing the wry one-eyebrow lift. Would save so much time and energy when reacting to idiocy, which I always have to do verbally and with exaggerated eye rolls. I hope this adorable tyke appreciates her gift.
That unicorn, it has Trump hair
And the mermaid tail holds wine
The fireworks and kites do soar
Oh, these cakes are all quite fine
These cakes are sort of fine, my friend
These cakes are nearly fine
Cheers to a new begining here
Where the cakes are never fine
Wishing everyone an interesting 2017.
Were those measles on the "uni-head" applied using the baker's gooey finger prints?
That last pic about sums up how I felt about 2016 :P
Oh that poor unicorn. The measle rash? Plague buboes? Extend right up the horn.
YES! The little girl at the end has GOT it! That is the exactly-right expression! The disenchantment must start early, if we are to raise the newest generations to someday come to terms with whatever it is that goes on in the bakeries of this..uhh...still-possibly-hopeful world...or some such sentiment.
=^o.O^=
Sorry your mom bought your cake at Walmart, kid...
Spot on! Great commentary. Sooooo funny!
So much negativity.
I remember that I constantly misspell beginning, it's something about those double consonants.
To Greg T.'s daughter, bravo! I think you should become an official meme on the internet. You sum up the unspoken words "nope, not even close".
Yet another collection of truly mystifying cakes!
The unicorn is almost a Pan Wow...maybe that would have helped? Because, well, wreck?
If the maid is missing, is it just a mer?
Not sure why, but today's wrecks just make me think of petrie porn -- you know, sort of a "microbes gone wild" vibe.
Happy New Year!
Deborah, I guess you don't understand the point of CakeWrecks, really, do you? Bless your little heart.
Well at least the kid is with us on spotting a wreck lol just wish I too could do the one eyebrow lift. The plagued cheetacorn cake made me laugh so hard.
I want to take that awesome kid to work with me, and whenever someone asks me something dopey I will just point at the kid. 'I respond with ... that.'