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What's a Wreck?

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Now, don't you have a photo you want to send me? ;)

- Jen

Entries by The CW Team (88)

Thursday
Jun212018

It's A Von Trapp!

Go ahead, sing along...

 

D'oh! A deer, a wrecky deer:

 

Rays, what has your baker done?

 

Steve, a name, I call my Elf:

 

Fa, the way the frosting runs!

 

So, I think the bee is deeead.

 

La, I can't hear you, no nooo!

 

Eee! This dog fills me with dreeead!

 

That will bring us back to...

NO! No, no, no...

 

How do you solve a problem like a Cake Wreck? You send it to us! So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, and THANKS to Naomi Z., Robert B., Crystal, Rachel N., Mary J., Rob S., Claire B., and Sarah M.

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Monday
May282018

Nicole Is Living Her Best Life, People. BACK OFF

May is International Civility Awareness month, so now that it's almost over, LET'S GET AWARE.

For example:

Let's say your coworker is droning on about something that happened over the weekend.

Now, you could reply with:

 

But the civil thing to do is LISTEN and respond accordingly:

Remember, the more specific your apology, the less likely you'll be asked to bring snacks to next month's break room birthday bash.

 

Maybe someone you know just had quintuplets.

You could say:

...but that emphasizes the crappy side of babies. NOT CIVIL.

 

Instead, why not add a positive spin:

While subtly reminding them that baby boys make their OWN rain, IF you know whadda mean.

Muahahaaa. Haha. Ha.

PEE IN YOUR FACE.

Ahem.

 

We all know goodbyes can be hard, but that's no excuse for rudeness:

 

Instead, when a co-worker leaves, try to part on good terms.

Really REALLY good terms.

 

Welp, I think we all learned something today. Especially about Nicole. (Mrowr.)

 

Allow me to leave you with the immortal words of Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson, who, as he was leaving the pub one cold, February night, was inspired to utter that most poetic of farewells...

 

Thanks to Megan M., Keely M., Anony M., Amanda H., Clayton M., Karen C., & Jemima, who should know Lord Tennyson said that to Duke Nigel Pignorthupton, and meant it, like, totally affectionately.

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