I was at a loss for words to describe this cake, so I plugged in the word "hideous" to my trusty thesaurus. I still didn't find any silver bullets, but here's my best shot:
The fact that this cake was inscribed by a color-blind and apparently epileptic geriatric is sad enough, but check out the background: the birthday girl was also IN THE HOSPITAL. Wow. Way to cheer up the birthday girl, there, folks.
I'm not really sure what the "20th" denotes: 20 years of being a "dad"? 20 "children"? Or maybe the cake is for the 20th "dad" to come along? Eh?
Regardless, any cake decorator who thinks the title Dad deserves quotation marks probably needs therapy. Or an English lesson. One of those two, anyway.
Not only did his parents saddle him with that awful name, but he also got one of the ugliest birthday cakes this side of fuglyville. Check out the mismatched neon orange borders, burgundy roses (for that feminine touch), and rotting swamp-mud colored leaves.
Take heart, Bunni; when you're 18 you can change your name AND buy your own birthday cake.
How about weeding out the illiterate cake decorators? This is someone's ACTUAL wedding cake, people. So stop laughing; it's tragic. Really. Well, in a funny, unintentionally ironic kind of way...