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:
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?
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:
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
Jen