Freud Would Have A Field Day

Or as we like to call her, "Tripod."(That was the most family-friendly joke I could come up with. HI, MOM.) If you write online a lot, then this next one is for you.The problem with ordering via e-mail: Now, everyone laughing, go ahead and explain it to the rest of the class. Sarah sent in her wedding cake as a "missed mark" wreck, but to be honest, I'm a lot more interested in her choice of table decor: Please tell me you cut the cake with the Klingon bat'leth, Sarah. PLEASE. Giving new meaning to the name "dump truck:" What a load of... ooh, hey, icing! "Uh, you guys, Jimmy's cake is a little... off... don't you think?""Well, we weren't going to say anything, but yeah.""Think he knows?" Oh, HE KNOWS. Before you ask, this kid's name was Finn. FINN. [wincing] Oooh, not good.I'm guessing Trey snapped this pic right before the cake was hit by lightning. And while we're talking botched names, look what the baker did to poor Tucker: (Seriously. HOW IS THAT A 'T'?!) Thanks to Betsy P.,…