I'm Hunting Wreck-Its
Tracy in Washington wrote a while back to request Wrecks with, and I quote, "all manner of dead animals, people with shotguns or rifles, or dogs pointing at birds." Because apparently Fall is hunting season. And she seemed rather happy about it.
And, since I don't generally make it a practice to disappoint people with shotguns: Tracy, this one's for you.
- Edible photo of a deceased duck?
Check.
- For a groom's cake?
Check, please.
'Course, the dead duck in that picture IS a little subtle. I mean, he might just be sleeping. How are your guests supposed to know that the duck has, without question, joined the choir invisible?
Fortunately, there's always this option:
Aw, rats. These shells are edible:
Getting back to the deceased fowl, though, here we have a lovely SWEET MERCY WHAT IS HE DOING TO THAT TURKEY?!?
'Course, when it comes to hunting cakes, most folks prefer a little more bang for their buck:
This is like one of those 20 questions games: there's a dead deer in the middle of a forest, with a Diving flag beside him. Now: How did he die?
Wow. I just realized: there's nothing like a dead deer cake to make you appreciate the ones without gunshot wounds:
Plus I kind of like this guy. He's all, "What? You want a piece of me? Huh, punk? YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?!?"
Well, Tracy, Elmer Fudd, and the rest of you, in conclusion:
Thanks, Paula L., Cory & Haley, Ramona S., Hollye S., Carly, Sandy C., Heather F., & Kristen S. I hope these were worth the doe!
*Note from john: If you got this reference, I'm slow clapping in your general direction.
**Note from Jen: If you got the reference *and* understood that we purposely changed "crumple" to "tinsel," then I'm awarding you virtual gold stars.
And there is no hidden meaning to "slow clapping." Honest.