Wrecky Exhibitionists
Sometimes I think of wrecks not as really, really bad cakes, but really, really bad art.
And to make them seem more arty (and to amuse myself, because let's be honest, that's a priority) I'll give them hoity-toity art names, like:
"Blanket Of White Silence, Being Loudly Smothered"
Or
"Lobster Steroids."
"Two Young Black Birds Mustache You A Question"
"Ode To An Airbrush Tip That Wasn't Screwed On Tight"
"High Five, Velveeta!"
"An Early Midsummer's Morn Shattered By A Bird Puking"
And lastly:
"Easter Bunny, Deconstructed"
I hope this brings you a whole new appreciation for your local wreckerARTers, minions.
Thanks to Jennifer V., Anne L., Stephanie B., De C., Michael R., Samantha S., & Stephanie G. for helping these wrecks look even more sketchy.
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Sometimes, I just know I’m gonna strike out on Amazon and then BAM!
Lobster on steroids.
