I'll Have Whatever They're Having

Sometimes I can't help but envy the Wreckerator.

I mean, imagine going through your day in a world where this makes sense:

(I don't know why, but I keep seeing a sad bat here.)

Yep, that's gotta be a happy place.

Plus, imagine that flavor sensation: chocolate-chip cookie, icing, and life savers. Mmmm. Crunchy! And gooey. And chocolate-y. And - hey, is that dirt? - grainy. Yeah.

Or how about this one?

What is it? I have no freaking idea - but I bet Dr. Seuss would be proud.

Here's one that's kinda cheerful:

And by "cheerful" I mean "borderline nauseating." It's like a clown's version of a mushroom cloud. "Happy Nuclear Holocaust! Nyuck nyuck nyuck!"

And then there's this:

Face it: that wee lil' intestinal section is totally smiling at you.

Dawn G., Patrick T., Andrea B., Krista S., remember the good ol' days of bad balloons and tons of icing roses?

- Related Wreckage: National Cupcake Day