I just thought of a cottage industry though, niche as it may be: celebrity wedding cakes.
No, not cakes made by celebrities, but actual cakes of celebrities. For that special day. What? Nobody would buy one? Beg to differ. If people do the tandem parachute wedding vow thing, a Crispin Glover cake isn’t too far-fetched.
ENDLESS possibilities:
- Gary Busey
- Jessica Simpson
(Not together of course, but you might consider the mix n’ match thing with those two with crazy trumping airheadedness.)
Crispin Glover! Double yay! But the Jessica Simpson cake would not sell well down here. At least, not right now.
Looking at those photos again though, I think the bride may be an immigrant and I feel bad for saying anything mean. If she's travelled all this way, adapted to a new culture, found happiness and got someone to make her dream cake, then God bless her. You know?
Oh, sorry. Forgot about Jessica and your boy in Cabo. See? That’s the power she has over men. Makes them forget things. Maybe people are right–she’s evil.
At this moment, Tony is forgetting everything Peyton and Tom are memorizing.
And I have to take a :20 timeout here–who the hell names their kid Peyton as their first name? The test of whether a name will cause its owner to take an inordinate amount of shit for the rest of their life should be quite simply, is anyone else named this, and, like, by a LOT?
Quick, name a second ‘Peyton.’
John? Tom? Steve? Classics. They work. Pretty sure more than a few million people went with those. No shit to be given there for sure. (Exception being of course if John had a lisp, then he’s pretty much fucked unless he takes up karate).
But Peyton? Yikes. At least the name Eli has a little history to work with.
You shouldn’t. Regardless of the frequent flyer miles accrued, if you make a wedding cake of yourself and actually have some, you deserve all the ‘HA-HA, PEYTON’S YOUR REAL NAME?’ scorn and ridicule bloggers can muster.
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Half of me is scared. But since the bride is from a town just up the road from where I live, the other half of me says "yay Texas!"
Because, you know, everything’s bigger in Texas, right?
I just thought of a cottage industry though, niche as it may be: celebrity wedding cakes.
No, not cakes made by celebrities, but actual cakes of celebrities. For that special day. What? Nobody would buy one? Beg to differ. If people do the tandem parachute wedding vow thing, a Crispin Glover cake isn’t too far-fetched.
ENDLESS possibilities:
- Gary Busey
- Jessica Simpson
(Not together of course, but you might consider the mix n’ match thing with those two with crazy trumping airheadedness.)
- Rosie O’Donnell
- Donald Trump
Crispin Glover! Double yay! But the Jessica Simpson cake would not sell well down here. At least, not right now.
Looking at those photos again though, I think the bride may be an immigrant and I feel bad for saying anything mean. If she's travelled all this way, adapted to a new culture, found happiness and got someone to make her dream cake, then God bless her. You know?
Oh, sorry. Forgot about Jessica and your boy in Cabo. See? That’s the power she has over men. Makes them forget things. Maybe people are right–she’s evil.
At this moment, Tony is forgetting everything Peyton and Tom are memorizing.
And I have to take a :20 timeout here–who the hell names their kid Peyton as their first name? The test of whether a name will cause its owner to take an inordinate amount of shit for the rest of their life should be quite simply, is anyone else named this, and, like, by a LOT?
Quick, name a second ‘Peyton.’
John? Tom? Steve? Classics. They work. Pretty sure more than a few million people went with those. No shit to be given there for sure. (Exception being of course if John had a lisp, then he’s pretty much fucked unless he takes up karate).
But Peyton? Yikes. At least the name Eli has a little history to work with.
You know, the oldest Manning son is named Cooper. So it took 'em two tries to get to a name that's half-way decent.
Which reminds me, Sean Penn and Robin Wright named their kid Hopper Jack. Is it the fame? Is that what's ruining parental judgment?
But now they’re getting divorced, so you could say the fame ruined them.
Hence, Jessica has fame. She is evil for this reason. And this is why she destroys everything and everyone around her.
(To, you know, bring it back around to Jessica.)
Anyway, Cowboys by 43. Gints can’t stop TO.
Only Jessica can.
Oh, and to really bring it around...
“I feel bad for saying anything mean.”
You shouldn’t. Regardless of the frequent flyer miles accrued, if you make a wedding cake of yourself and actually have some, you deserve all the ‘HA-HA, PEYTON’S YOUR REAL NAME?’ scorn and ridicule bloggers can muster.
From weddings to prognostications, in 7 easy comments. Masterful!
I'm trying to be less mean in 08.
Or: Less mean for the first few weeks in 08 anyway.
I can picture her quoting Terrell Owens : "I loves me some me!"
And how appropriate that the groom is framed so pathetically. He'll forever be the man behind the woman.
Some comments in regards to the cake.
1.) I've heard people wanting to eat themselves but this is too much.
2.) Someone especially requesting a piece of that ass.
3.) I'm sure someone's really going to go American Pie on a cake any day for that double layer of frosting.
4.) What flavor would she be because if it's vanilla, that's just a whole mess of wrong in how some people might take it and finally...
5.) Raspberry filling anyone?
I love the husband's face when he's cutting up his wife and then eating her.
*snort*
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