Mrs. Crankipants here, with another installment of Step Away From The Pastry Bag!
As much as I would hate to beat a dead horse, our friend Flicka in the photo above, looks as dead as Britney Spear’s career. I’m sure that the artiste with the bag of butter cream meant to portray this horse as gaily galloping through a field. It ain’t working on me. It looks dead. It looks as if that protruding tongue has licked its last sugar cube and the buzzards are coming home to roost.Just my double pennies, no kid wants an Equus themed cake.
Keep in mind, folks, that all of the cakes are REAL. Nothing has been modified, faked or recreated in Photoshop.
I won’t divulge their identity or location, but what I will tell you is that this baker is also responsible for the circus themed horror from our inaugural installment of Step Away From The Pastry Bag.
Keep in mind, folks, that all of the cakes are REAL
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Now, wait a minute.
In “Step away from the Pastry Bag”, you said the cakes were fake.
They were made of styrofoam or old plywood and if nobody ate them, they scraped off the icing and fed it to unsuspecting pigs and as a result, now when people try to enjoy a pork chop, they run the risk of getting diabetes.
It’s not REAL cake, but that frosting is a one way trip to an ER for a diabetic.
What I meant was the decoration was not manipulated digitally.
Besides, I don’t know if anybody has the energy to create fresh horrors for a display window daily.
Ya know…..if you’re gonna use logic and common sense, I’m not gonna argue with ya.
Won’t happen again!
Besides, I don’t know if anybody has the energy to create fresh horrors for a display window daily.
The pioneers did.
They trekked out into the wilderness and opened bakeries.
Daily they made fresh-baked goods…..and no one came.
Location location location !!
So they dumped the baked goods on the Great Plains.
And the buffalo ate them.
Then the buffalo got fat and lazy and stood in one place and got shot by disgruntled citizens who had come after the bakeries went out of business.
I think I’m about to get hit with a chicken bone.
If you start throwing buffalo bones, I’m outta here.
Jill St. John slipped Batman a mickey ?
I bet Kissinger was behind it !
And her !
Take it easy on that poor horsey! From the angle of its head, it obviously has a broken neck!
I’ve heard of beating a dead horse, but there’s no way I’m eating that dead horse!