The Nose "No"s

These nosy Wrecks are certainly nothing to sneeze at.

We can always count on the drug companies for body part cakes, can't we, Amy S? Let's just hope that applicator isn't fully loaded. Oh, and that the cake isn't pistachio with lemon-glaze filling. Heheheh.

Ashley P. sniffed out a model that looks like a retro-fitted Space Invaders blaster:

To quote that guy from Geekologie: PEW PEW!

Celebrating a nose bleed: just one more occasion you never knew cakes were perfect for.

This next one may look like an adobe hut or cave entrance, but it's not.

I said "IT'S NOT." Work with me here, people, will ya?

Anyhoo, this gratuitous up-the-nose shot was found by Jessica G., and I'm lovin' that white shell border. Because you always want your giant schnoz to have a delicate finishing touch.

This next one's a lousy photo, but only because Tara H. had to take a picture of a picture to get it:

Ah, nose hair and extraneous apostrophes: It just don't get no betta!

Valentine's Variety

Because hearts and roses and bears are SO last week, here are some... interesting... alternatives.

For the cat lover: a neon pink, vaguely feline amorphous blob, sporting what I can only assume is some kind of euphemism:

"I'm 'purrin' for you"? Do I want to know, Gabrielle H.?

(And Victoria, Anna, & Benjamin!)

For the Star Wars fan: a cake showing Admiral Ackbar's softer side:

"Don't believe him, Haley B.; it's a trap!"

And for you non-Star Wars geeks, this is Admiral Ackbar:

For the H.P. Lovecraft fan: a Valentine's Cthulhu:

What's a Cthulhu, you ask? Eh, wellll, it's a kind of gigantic hideous tentacled thing, known to be the epitome of evil and horror. And as you can see from Melissa O.'s photo, it also comes in plush!

Speaking of plush...

I don't know what this is, Aliza E., but I think I want one. Whether I would hug it and squeeze it and call it George or actually ingest it, though, is anyone's guess.

And here's a Valentine's treat for the...uh...emotionally constipated?

That's it, Ted S., let it allll out.

Well, it's no fungus cake, but it'll do: I'm skipping breakfast.