In a spirit of forgiveness, magnanimity or mitigation, I advance the following theory:
1) It’s a home-made cake. No professional spell checking was or should have been involved.
2) The person for whom it is made is of Hispanic origin.
3) The baker’s first language is not English.
4) The baker has written the message as they would pronounce it, the last word being pronounced ‘Hee-zoose’.
A fail, certainly, but not heinous, and probably not a WTF.
Give a child a cake, and he will eat for a day. Teach a child to spell and he can decorate them forever.
Except this person clearly /can’t/ spell.
Jesus it my birt-daddy.
Er, IS. Self-English-fail.
Oh my.
Very WTF-ish.
At least they spelled Jesus right:)
I know! That’s what I was thinking.
I know, at least it doesn’t say Juses like that wonderful baseball cap.
Who’s your daddy?
Obviously, God’s real name is “Birt”.
Is it Christmas already? It gets earlier every year.
In a spirit of forgiveness, magnanimity or mitigation, I advance the following theory:
1) It’s a home-made cake. No professional spell checking was or should have been involved.
2) The person for whom it is made is of Hispanic origin.
3) The baker’s first language is not English.
4) The baker has written the message as they would pronounce it, the last word being pronounced ‘Hee-zoose’.
A fail, certainly, but not heinous, and probably not a WTF.
I think This cake would be more great if added other garnish..