Tuesday
Mar052019
The First Rule Of Mardi Gras Club
March 5, 2019 Happy Mardi Gras, minions!
Or, as our Boston Wreckerators call it:
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"Madi Gras."
They also park the floats in the yard. SO WEIRD RIGHT.
Now listen, if there's one thing I've learned after a few disastrous Mardi Gras posts here on Cake Wrecks, it's the First Rule of Mardi Gras:
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You don't talk about King Cakes.
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Nope.
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Don't do it!
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Stay strong, Jen, stay strong...
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::wide-eyed but respectful silent internal screaming::
::followed by minor brain hemorrhage::
PHEW.
Ok, but we can talk about this, right?
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o.0
Thanks to Ellie B., K.B., Anony M., Laura A., Jennifer M., & Anony T. for keeping us to the mask at hand.
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Reader Comments (15)
I love King Cake. That deep fried taste is delicious. I like mine with sprinkles.
hahahahahahaha
To be fair to Boston, that's how they'd pronounce it anyhow.
Where are the Queen Cakes? How are they supposed to make little baby cakes for next year without them? And why do the little plastic babies all look like Jeff Bezos? Not that I know what he looks like in the nude. But still.
To the bunker! I'll bring snacks! :)
Is that one...cotton candy???
On top of a whiteboard
All fried and half green
I wish those ugly king cakes
Could now be unseen.
*bows*
Oh Mardi Gras, ah Madi Gras
How deep fried are your king cakes
Oh Mardi Gras, ah Madi, Gah !
How deep fried are your king cakes
Green not alone but tipped with blue
With plastic babe to asphyxiate you
Oh Mardi Gras, oh mardi gras
I'd rather not eat king cakes.
*hears calls for an encore*
There once was a blogger called Jen
With a blog rated ten out of ten
Her king cake views
Were uncomfy news
To those eating deep fried again.
Was that a step too far?
Look out Theodare! It's that time of year again!
The one right before the hemorrhage would be better suited as a model for a float.
That last cake is staring at my soul...
Lmao wow. The giggles are real here lol.
From a forgotten basement in a forgotten annex of the bunker, a tail twitches...
Quite possibly a victim of his own success in routing out wreck deniers (people who say a wreck isn't really a wreck, thus casting aspersions on the cardinal rule of Cake Wrecks (no, Cake Wrecks isn't run by a cardinal)), Theardare rises and stretches. "I haven't forced anyone to listen to Manilow songs in ages," he mewses. "I think I'll just hang back and see if there is any Mardi Gras fallout this year."
Oh @Someone_New ;), you slay me. Mostly because I spent waaay too much time trying to make a limerick fit the tune to On Top of Old Smokey.
I've read the first one as Madi Bras, so...
I wish we had King cakes where I live. They're triggering my internal magpie. I mean that I want to snatch all the plastic beads and gold coins and shiny stuff (not the masks thou. They creep me out. (o.o) )
# 6 = Blobby from Hotel Transylvania, lettin the good times roll! <3
Poke head out of bunker.
Confronted by mask cake.
Grab fried and/or baked King Cake wreck/not wreck and dive back into bunker.