It was 108 degrees on the day of my wedding (thanks, Northern California). We had a tiered wedding cake and despite the AC running full blast, it started tipping over like the leaning tower of Pisa. Luckily, someone noticed and we were able to dismantle it (take all the layers down) until it was time to cut the cake,…

My late husband and his best man were in charge of transporting the liquor and the wedding cake to the hall before heading off to the church. They very carefully filled the trunk of the borrowed Lincoln with all the booze, then gingerly set the cake on top.

I own a catering company, so my husband and I actually catered our own wedding (because i’m a sadist who swears by her own brisket...) anywho I made this martha stewart s’more cake monstrosity from scratch and it tasted damn good, but it had to be dressed and assembled at the venue. Fast forward to about 3 hours…

My pops is black and my mom is white, and when they got married in the early 80s in buttfuck Colorado this was quite the anomaly/scandal. They couldn't find a black groom cake topper so they just sharpied in a white dude. Nothing says “special day” like blackface on your wedding cake

The only disaster with our cake is that I'm not eating it right this second.

I can’t edit, but I would like to clarify that “bridesmad” is just a typo, not a freudian slip. I enjoyed my time in wedding parties, even though I knew I’d never be able to reciprocate because I’m never getting married.

How about this: We didn’t have one. A dear friend of the groom’s had described this awesomely geeky Ninendo cake she was going to do for us- We even had all the decor to go with it, for a geektastic wedding reception- then, the DAY OF, texted him that she had forgotten about it and hadn’t made it. After MONTHS of…

There was no disaster. I fucking adored my cake, and I’m using this as an excuse to post a picture of it.

So... not a disaster, but I can’t help but share this because I loved my tiered apple pie for my wedding oh so much. It was the best.

Well, not a disaster, but like, nobody told us just what to do when cutting the cake. (We were NOT doing that “smashing cake into each other’s face” crap.) I mean, like, which one do we cut, how big do we cut, what the heck? We actually wound up turning to the photographer (who was the only person near enough to help,…

I wanted a 3 tier square shape, small and simple. My ex husbands mother claimed to be the cake boss of the rural south and “could whip that up easy peasy.” She kept me up to date on cake progress and everything she was super stoked, and I bought the hype. Come the day of our wedding (April fools day actually) we get…

It does seem as if some fairly crucial details were left out of this reporting.

They need a copy editor worse than you guys :/

Pretty sure Janeway is anti-abortion though.

I answer no to those questions because the FUCKING CONTENT of the speech matters. “Support KKK” is unlike “support gay marriage” in ways which are obvious to normal, fair minded people. One is humiliating and horribly racist, the other is about extending existing rights to people who have been killed for who they are…

Nope. Best practices for suicide reporting recommend not using “committed,” which sounds like a crime or, to religious communities, like a sin, and “kill yourself” is just insensitive, crude, and poorly phrased. “Died by suicide” is the phrasing recommended by mental health professionals and the American Foundation…

My first day working at Best Week Ever I heard some stuff about him. :-/

Nope, it was a DM.

Is he the same Charles C. Johnson that shit on the floor? Or was that a different Charles C. Johnson, that shat on the floor?

when that part of the male anatomy is aroused and there’s an erection, the brain flies out of that and we have to take that very seriously,