Tell Me The Opposite Of What You Want, What You Really Really Want

Happy Opposite Day, minions! 

Oh wait, or am I supposed to wish you a terrible Opposite Day? I'm a little fuzzy/slimy on the format here. 

Just to be safe, I've found a couple different examples of opposite cakes. Like numbers facing opposite directions:

Except they wrote them the right way. Huh.

What's the opposite of a facepalm? ... A buttsole?

(Don't worry, I said "butt SOLE," John. "Butt SOLE.")

Or there's Kari getting opposing messages on her retirement cake:

Maybe it's like a Freudian slip in icing.

 Then there's the cake that captures the true spirit of getting the opposite of what you want.

See, Tara wanted a minion dressed as Elsa. No, not one of you minions - though I'm sure you'd look smashing - one of the yellow minions, like this:

But instead, Tara got this:

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It's an Opposite Day Miracle!!

Thanks to Emily G., Kari W., & Tara T., who knows the opposite of letting it go is chasing it down and smashing it with a hammer.

P.S. If you or your SO need help figuring out which side of the bed is yours, then this duvet's got you covered:

His & Hers Queen Duvet Set

Bahahah!

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

From Fury Road To Gettin' Sued By Krispy Kreme: A Word Journey

Wrecky minion Laura ordered this design for her son's birthday:

...but there must have been a mixup, because instead of trees and pavement, Laura ended up with the rare Mad Mouse, Fury Road color scheme:

"OH BOY! WITNESS ME! HO HO!"

Laura tells me her first hint that something was off was the box with her name on it:

Her name is Laura Rio.
[wincing] Oooh. Sorry, Ruwa.

Guess what this next one is:

Hint: It's not a cake. It's a lesson in font selection.

When only Velveeta and the squirty bottle of Dijon mustard will do:

Ahh, I can just see the birthday's girl's face now.

Best keep that serving knife away.

And finally, you wrecky old-timers no doubt remember the original Word Journey, but I submit that this one - dare I say it? - is even better:

Seriously, there are new delights at every turn here. It's a Word Journey with no traffic, your favorite mix tape of boy bands, and every gas station stocked with hot Krispy Kremes and no people in them.

(No people in the gas stations, I mean.)

(Though obviously it's a good thing when Krispy Kremes don't have people in them, either.)

(To be clear, I'm NOT saying Krispy Kremes ever have/had people in them, so don't go spreading that around.)

(I... I'm going to get sued, aren't I.)

Thanks to Laura R., Melyssa C., Sara V., & Brooke W. for all the impending Soylent Green jokes. BRING 'EM ON, PEOPLE.

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"Check Out My Six-Pack" Donut Shirt

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And from my other blog, Epbot: