Wrecky Exhibitionists

Sometimes I think of wrecks not as really, really bad cakes, but really, really bad art.

And to make them seem more arty (and to amuse myself, because let's be honest, that's a priority) I'll give them hoity-toity art names, like:

"Blanket Of White Silence, Being Loudly Smothered"

Or

"Lobster Steroids."

"Two Young Black Birds Mustache You A Question"

"Ode To An Airbrush Tip That Wasn't Screwed On Tight"

"High Five, Velveeta!"

"An Early Midsummer's Morn Shattered By A Bird Puking"

And lastly:

"Easter Bunny, Deconstructed"

I hope this brings you a whole new appreciation for your local wreckerARTers, minions.

Thanks to Jennifer V., Anne L., Stephanie B., De C., Michael R., Samantha S., & Stephanie G. for helping these wrecks look even more sketchy.

*****

Sometimes, I just know I’m gonna strike out on Amazon and then BAM!

Lobster on steroids.

Lobster Dog Toy

Because why not, right?

******

And from my other blog, Epbot: