The Worst Kind Of Cheesecake
Dang, Richard, what's your secret?
(But who's counting, eh? EH?)
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They asked for some cute teddy bears for their wedding cake topper. Teddy bears. Those aren't so hard, right?
They got this:
Not only did someone shave those monkeys, they stole their noses as well.
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Jennifer sent in this ad with, I think, some legitimate concerns:
...
...
... but what KIND of cheese?
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Then Robin discovered it can be even worse if they spell it out:
NO THANK YOU.
Watch out for this bakery, btw; I've heard they'll bleed you dry.
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And finally,
Somewhere
Out there:
Beneath the "SALE" store light!
Thanks to Ellen K., T.S., Jennifer A., Robin R., & Erin B. for letting me get my Fievel on.
Oh, and in related news, I found a soccer game I think I could actually play:
The fact that the package is labeled "Finager" Game is just the wrecky cherry on top.
(Dibs on the orange socks, John.)
And from my other blog, Epbot:
