Cupcake Day's Race To The Bot

(Mildly NSFW stuff ahead. Beware!)

After you see enough cake wrecks, you can start to get the impression that individual cupcakes are a safe bet.

OH CONTRAIRE MONTRAIRE.

(I think some of those might be words. WHAT.)

Behold!

The ghosts of cupcakes past! And a random pile of poo!

And behold!

The song "Run, Run, Rudolph" just got real, y'all.

Keep beholding!

I don't know what these are, but, ew.

And I DO know what these are:

...but, ew.

(Think they're cigarette flavored? [hurk!])

But all of that pales in comparison to the cupcakes that turn every frown completely around - so it's still a frown:

The cupcakes that make accidental nipples seem downright family friendly:

The cupcakes, my friends... that I hear taste like a$$:

o.0

[crickets]
This brings to mind a song, dear minions. May I?

All together, now!

Thanks to Alice S., Bethany P., Matthew S., Sarah R., Heather W., Chris H., & Eric W. for helping us get to the bottom of all cupcake wreckage.