"Supposably"

Jen and I have a thing we do when we're filing submissions. If a cake doesn't make immediate sense, I'll make the file name "supposed to be..." so Jen knows the context. It's my favorite kind of submission. So here are some "supposed to be..." cakes, let's see if you can figure them out:

Pretty confusing, right?

Because it was supposed to say "Happy 60th, Carolyn!"

The title of this next email was "WHO IS SID?!?!"

So, you know, there's your hint:

Yup. It was supposed to say "Happy 3rd Birthday, Ariella"

(We still don't know who Sid is.)

How 'bout this one?

The writing's fine, but those are supposed to be cow spots.

(In the baker's defense, they do look like something that comes out of cows, so I guess that's close.)

And finally:

O.O

Deb's husband was turning 66. This was supposed to say "66 Today!"

*sigh*

Thanks to Leonie M., Thaeton, Nicole M., & Deb M. for reminding us our days are numbered.

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AB-Solute Sexiness!

Every now and then I start thinking maybe I should diet. This is because, according to every piece of media everywhere, I am not a man until I have abs. And while I've never seen my abs, I assume they're around here somewhere - possibly hiding under 37 years of extra cheese.

Luckily, I work at Cake Wrecks and so have a handy guide as to what my abs will look like during the dieting process.

First, after losing my initial cheese-ton of weight, I'll probably just have a lot of extra loose skin:

My sexiness will have begun.

Then, after hundreds and hundreds of hours in the gym, I will develop the coveted "3 pack:"

"Look into my pectoral eyes, and weep at my chiseled beauty. WEEP, I SAY."

Which will soon begin to divide...

...and look mildly shocked at being discovered.

Later, after countless thousands more hours in the gym and a steady diet of kale and corn husks, my abs will really start to spread out:

Like Twinkies under a blanket.

Mmmm Twinkies...

And finally, after years of neverending, staggering misery, I will be able to bask in the glory of my oh-so-sexy new abs:

Like Brad Pitt, only better.
And a little more lopsided.

[head tilt]

Huh.

You know, on second thought, I think my abs are happy where they are.

Right, guys?

Right.

Now, who wants Twinkies?

Thanks to Ashlee, Brandi H., Solveig, Anony M., Stephanie S., & Stephanie A. for presenting their bodies of evidence... and for sharing the snack cakes. [hint hint]

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