Back to Basics

Sometimes we look so hard for Wrecks we fail to see the forest for the trees, as it were. After all, it doesn't take crazy sculpted nonsense or illiterate scrawlings to make a Wreck; sometimes all you need is a healthy dose of what I like to call "the fugly":

For a baby shower, no less.


Green streaked nastiness AND a cupcake cake. Wow, Heather, you scored big.



Die, tie-dye! Die!
(You know, I bet a lot of you are going to like this one. Well, rest assured I won't be calling you a tasteless hippie if you do; I'll just give you one of my patented sardonic looks. Like this: [sardonic look]. Crippling, isn't it?)



I actually made something like this once. Of course, it was with finger paints, and I was three at the time, but still...

Amanda, Anne M., Elizabeth C., & Miranda C., I'm sure these cakes are all beautiful on the inside.

Ok, that's a lie. But I'd still eat them.

Twins!

I think Mandy said this was a sports logo of some sort:

Which the bakery in question did a fantastic job recreating in CCC form:

 

NOT!!

[derisively] Ahahahahahah!
Hahahah!

 

[snorting hiccup-turned-choke]
Hooheehaha-hack! 

[coughing fit]
Ack ack ack!

[sound of water glugging]

 

[setting glass down] Ahem. Wow, who knew sarcastic sounds of [cough, cough] contempt could be so dangerous? Whew! Gonna have to dial back the maniacal laughter in the future.

 

What's that? The Wreck? Oh, well, Mandy, I gotta tell ya: Transporter malfunctions like these are why I prefer to travel by shuttlecraft.