An alert and astute mockdocker sent in this photo today. I just don’t have words to describe how completely vile I think this is. I mean, baby showers are totally the frilliest, gooey-est, cheeseballiest things ever, and I mostly hate them because of all the gay games you’re forced to play, but at LEAST for the most part, they tend to be tasteful, good-clean-fun type of events. I mean, everyone knows how babies are born, so is it vital to demonstrate it on a CAKE?
I don’t even wanna know what kind of gifts were brought to this.
maybe, for some reason, they don’t want people to eat the cake… at least, they shouldn’t expect anyone to feel like even getting near of it
Maybe it’s for the boob bride’s friend!
Doubt that one is in the Walmart bakery book!
I think they made the boobs out of olives.
Vulgarity knows no bounds. And the nipples are the wrong color.
Holy craptastic Betty Crocker! “Works of art” like this only reinforce the joy we have in adopting. I could get all cry-baby about not knowing the beauty of labor, but then some moron puts it in frosting and it only makes me happier to have been blessed with a birth mother who chose life and then chose us.
That cake should be reserved for Crack Ho’s who give birth in prison.
Hey! How’d you guys get a picture of my cake???
I love the landing strip.
In this case, it’s more take-off than landing…..
This will be such a great picture to show the kid as he gets older. “And here’s the cake from the wedding shower when I was pregnant with you! Aren’t the blue frosting decorations just gorgeous?…Why, yes honey, those are olives…”
Captain Ana Banana…. show the kid but better yet, to unexpectedly show the kid’s GIRLFRIEND!
Just reminded me of a vague (probably repressed until now) memory of my childhood when a “funny” friend of my dad’s gave him a huge peenis shaped chocolate, not only that but with condensed milk filling, and worse: dad brought it home (!!!????)
I was the only one who (never really caring much for chocolate to start with) didn’t think it looked that appetizing somehow, and didn’t eat any.
In the end everyone that ate it got sick and / or traumatized (at least the kids) and I barely ever can stand to even look at chocolate… now I know why!!! (luckily I didn’t get turned on off towards… uh, nevermind)
Do you think the fact that her name is Olivia has to do with the olives? Maybe they were trying to be witty. At any rate … this is disturbing.