Have you ever been faced with a questionable cake?

I don’t mean one that tastes as if the baker might be moonlighting as a brick mason.  I mean one that makes you go, "Um. Well. That’s different."

And when I say "different," I mean it in the same way your cousin Charlie who ate paste and wore his red cowboy boots everywhere was "different."

Still not following? 

Well, the blogosphere has yet again proved itself to be a strange and wonderful place, where visions of sugarplums don’t just dance in your head, they apparently take the shape of egotistical brides, horses’ … um … derrieres, Russian Roulette bon bons and let’s not forget the ever popular "It’s Just a Cold Sore" celebratory confection.

You must check out the utter awesomeness of Cake Wrecks, your one-stop Internet source for all things frosted and inappropriate.

But I’ve got to ask — do any of you hard chargers out there have a bizarre cake story to share? Random use of quotation marks? A cake decorator who misunderstood what was actually supposed to appear on the cake itself and what was an instruction? Or a just-plain-creepy cake?

No? Well, take a moment to read all of Cake Wrecks and then celebrate the good taste of your family and friends, who have spared you from ever passing around a slice of "Congratulations on Your Teen Pregnancy" cake. 

Go on. Do it! Then, if you’re not laughing so hard that you’re crying, go out and reward yourself with a burrowing baby butt cake.