Cake Boners & Baby Rattle Boob Pasties
Did any of you celebrate Bosses Day this week?
How about Boner Day?
[insert obligatory 'head of the company' joke here]
Granted, some of us celebrate Boner Day every day, AMIRITE?
HEYOOOOOOOOoh stop looking at me like that, John.
It's been one year since Kate's heart surgery, so her family got a cake to celebrate.
The good news?
The baker really nailed, "Heartaversary."
The bad?
Now Kate knows how her family really feels.
To be fair, I love cake more than I love people, too.
I mean, think about it:
People taste terrible.
The bakery claimed these were ghosts:
So bakers, I'm going to claim this tissue is a twenty dollar bill.
We good?
Now, don't worry, my dear wreckies; this is NOT a baby butt cake.
(Phew!)
It's a baby contortionist wearing a Space Balls helmet.
(Admit it: you just tried to visualize that. MY MIND-CONTROL POWERS ARE GROWING!
Mua-ha-haaaa!!)
(Now bring me a whoopie pie!)
And finally, while I still say anyone who orders a headless "Mom" body for a baby shower cake deserves all the lumpy cake boobage they get, I GUESS I can see where Angel MIGHT be upset on this one.
She asked for this in pink:
DIBS ON THE BELLY BUTTON
And got this:
Take a moment. Soak it alllll in.
It was hard to narrow down, but I think my favorite favorite part is the baby rattle pasties. They just scream "sexyAAAAAUUUGGHH!!" you know?
Thanks to Cori D., Anna E., Jessica P., Anony M., & Angel A. for reminding us that eating people is still a bad idea, so stop it, all of you.
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Oh hey, that last cake reminds me: here's a great game for any baby showers in your future! Or any Friday night, really:
