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pocket-deer-belly

you're telling me an egg fried this rice?

"boy" who fried the rice: hey why is boy in quotes like that

orcarriagesthatwork

I think about this cake every day

tizzymcwizzy

sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious

microsuedemouse

OP, I hope you don’t mind me making an addition:

When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.

The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?

This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.

I love a botched cake.

helenarth

one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said

No One Like You

now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"

for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ☹️👎"

itseasytoremember

I just feel like it's important to post the Sacred Texts

shofarsogood

ekjohnston

The Cake Wrecks blog is one that I miss.

catrocketship

lazylittledragon

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

arctrooperfivesass

once my brothers friend walked into his room and just started sniffing the air and went “oh i smell a quarter” and then walked over to a pile of clothes and moved it and picked up a quarter and i literally can’t stop thinking about it it’s been like a year and it haunts me to this day

pmamtraveller

This is a rare antique figural fish etui (sewing kit), dating back to the 1870s.

quietwingsinthesky

the Relationship Ambiguity Zone™️ is a beautiful place to be. safe place to put your characters. put all characters into Relationship Ambiguity Zone. is that guy your mentor or your dad? Ambiguous!!! are you friends or enemies? Ambiguous!!! is it romantic? is it platonic? is it sexual? Ambiguous!!!!!!! never categorize anything ever in the Relationship Ambiguity Zone. just make them fucking weird about each other.

micromontage

what should I listen to

segamascott

women

kaelio

my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice

kaelio

the tag game on this post is so strong

mikkeneko

#a lot of the time this happens because someone in their 40’s got into 1 new thing and threw a fic at it before resuming business as usual#like sorry gang they’re not a youth who’s weirdly into your mom’s shows they’re your mom who played genshin impact

Everyone thinks Steve is taking home economics as one of his electives because it's an easy grade and you're surrounded by girls. Meanwhile, Steve is sitting front row like, "Please teach me how to hem my pants. Please."

morganbritton132

The girls in home ec realize pretty quickly that Steve is not there to flirt with them and that he already knows how to balance a checkbook.

They'll be damned if a boy - a dumb jock boy at that - is better than them at household management and have made the collective decision to best him in every lesson.

This is great.

Steve isn't the best student and he has a hard time focusing since his last head injury, but nothing sharpens the mind like competition.

Steve is competitive as hell and he's going to line the inner pockets of the apron he's sewing with a funky pattern fabric. Beat that, Valarie.

This results in fourth period home ec outclassing every other period.