We Don't Need No Lava Soap, Pope

All everyone seems to be talking about right now is the new Pope, so I feel duty-bound to bring you some relevant cakes and punny commentary.

There's a new Pope in town - DON'T CROSS HIM.

I know, I know; that was terrible. Crappy, even. Here, let me see what else I've got ...

[searching wrecks]

Ok, so it turns out I have no Pope cakes. Who knew? Maybe everyone's making them today, and I'll have a big influx of funny hat cakes tomorrow? (Fingers crossed!) 

Ah, but I *do* have communion cakes, and those are kind of Pope-y, right?

 

 "Camunicen" must be one of the more obscure sacraments.

You won't think this next one is quite so terrible when I tell you the writing was done using nothing but those little squeeze packets of ketchup:

 

 I'll be lying when I tell you that, though, so maybe you should go ahead and keep thinking it's terrible.

I think this is supposed to be a Bible:

If so, then this bakery deserves to have the (good) book thrown at them.

Ever wonder what happens when a baker's ego gets SERIOUSLY out of control? 

 

Huh. And here I didn't know Donald Trump even liked cake decorating.

I do have a few more related wrecks, but I'm pretty sure if I posted them I'd start a holy war in the comments of Epcotian proportions.

In related news, would it surprise you to learn that I have not one, not two, but FOUR DIFFERENT CAKES shaped like the head of Jesus wearing the crown of thorns? And one shaped like Him bleeding on the cross? Because I do, people. THOSE CAKES EXIST. I feel sacrilegious just looking at them.

Thankfully I can turn to the patron saint of butchered shamrocks for comfort, though. And also for laughs.

 

Ok, mostly laughs.

Thanks to Shannon H., Stephanie C., Vicky H., Darla D., Shannon U., & Allison K., who shall henceforth be singing this jingle every time they see the Pope on TV. YOU'RE WELCOME.