Oh, It Sends a Message Alright

The label on this says it's a "message cookie":


Now, I'm just ballparking here, but I think the message might be something along the lines of:

"When I think of you, I think of bug-infested poop. And football. Because I hate football."

Gee, at this point, why not just cut to the chase?

"The Message Cookie: When you hate enough to actually spend money on more clearly expressing your hatred."


Remember, E.M., if you're ever offered a poo-spotted football cake, the proper response is: "Thanks, but I think I'll pass."


- Related Wreckage: Graduate! Celebrate! "Decorate!"

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(Yeah, just try saying that three times fast.)

Step right up, folks! Witness the stupendous, astounding, incomprehensibly incomprehensible, Freak Animal Mutations Only a Baker Could Create!

First, feast your eyes on a spectacle n'er before seen this side of Pooville...

The crappily conjoined cupcake kitties!
Yessir, there's nuthin' like a few fecal felines to show a baker's "anything goes" attitude - especially when they number two. [smirk]

Well it looks like a frog, but I detect some monkey business.

"Walk the dog"? Looks more like "Scrape the Sidewalk."

And don't you love it when Wrecks are so unrecognizable that the bakers have to write us little clues on the cake board? I think I'll have to do a whole post on those soon...

Oh, but first, remember that kiddy song "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"

meeyOW.

Ok, last one - just for the "shell" of it:

"Dude, I used to have nightmares about a turtle that looked exactly like this when I was little."

"But that was a long time ago. How can you be sure?"

"Turtle recall."

Thanks to Wreckporters Sarah P., Melissa T., Meredith, Kristin C., & Ed P.!

- Related Wreckage: Blame Decopac