I'll Have Whatever They're Having

Sometimes I can't help but envy the Wreckerator.

I mean, imagine going through your day in a world where this makes sense:

(I don't know why, but I keep seeing a sad bat here.)

Yep, that's gotta be a happy place.

Plus, imagine that flavor sensation: chocolate-chip cookie, icing, and life savers. Mmmm. Crunchy! And gooey. And chocolate-y. And - hey, is that dirt? - grainy. Yeah.

Or how about this one?

What is it? I have no freaking idea - but I bet Dr. Seuss would be proud.

Here's one that's kinda cheerful:

And by "cheerful" I mean "borderline nauseating." It's like a clown's version of a mushroom cloud. "Happy Nuclear Holocaust! Nyuck nyuck nyuck!"

And then there's this:

Face it: that wee lil' intestinal section is totally smiling at you.

Dawn G., Patrick T., Andrea B., Krista S., remember the good ol' days of bad balloons and tons of icing roses?

- Related Wreckage: National Cupcake Day

Vroom Vroom

Dina the Dirty Dinosaur promises to give you a "Jack Happy" birthday - So happy, in fact, that we've been forced to add our special Wiggles Modesty Car to protect young eyes.

Faith L., you ever get a driving pain in the nether regions? Just curious.

- Related Wreckage: Dino-Mite!

Important Update: The time has come for Cake Wrecks to get a face lift. From 1:00 am est to about 5:00 am, the site will be a bit wonky, to say the least. Hopefully, when you check this Sunday's super geeky Sweets, you will be greeted with a glorious new look. Or you'll get an error message. Which would be bad. Let's just hope for glorious new look. Thanks everyone and Wreck On!