Our 1000th Post!
Holy Schnikes, Wreckies, can you believe this is our 1,000th Cake Wrecks post?!?
Yeah. So can I. ("Hey, John, write up another apology. This time you ticked off Weimaraner owners.")
Still, we've come a long way since that night I was bored and thought someone piping "under neat that" on a cake warranted a goofy cake blog. 'Course, at the time, I didn't think a cake could get much worse.
Um...
We've discovered the uncharted horrors of the cupcake cake [patooie!]:
Delved into the creeptastic world of cakey cannibalism:
Learned to put numbers in their proper place:
Not to mention quotation marks!
Then there are the mounds of pastry poo, unintentionally suggestive turkeys, wedding day disasters...oh! And the hardest word in the English language to spell:
I like it.But *most* importantly, we've learned what giant golf balls are called:
Mission: Space!
Many thanks to wreckporters Kimberly F., Christopher T., Kathryn H., Cyndi P., Dao, Erin B., Jr M., & Kellie B., who all got that joke.
I hope.
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