One distrurbing cake family.

Oh hello there. Meet my creepy cake-dad with the pencil moustache named Owen.


What is it made of? Are those black candles?

And of course my matronly cake-mom with the cupcake tits and football stomach.




And our horrible rat-ish creature. Can't you just smell the wet dog in the air?


It looks like it melting off of the platter. Nightmares.

Thanks to Shattered for Owen and the rat. Thanks Spite for cupcake-tits, who happened to fall upon this cake whilst browsing the website for the International Childbirth Education Association. JK JK