i often wonder how many ppl from 2012 tumblr are still active on here

are u also still here, lurking in the shadows????

I think about this cake every day

sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious

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.

I'm not crying 🥲💖

Is it just me or should prisoners work for free....? You're in prison because you committed crimes, some of them incredibly heinous and disturbing..... Why should we pay you for manual labor whilst in prison?

Because if you’re forced to do labour for free, that makes you an actual fucking slave.

Prisoners are human.

Humans have rights that must not be infringed upon.

and even if you somehow forgot that part, you're overlooking the part where adding economic incentive to incarcerate more people can and does lead to false arrests. there are lots of cases where judges got exposed for taking money under the table in exchange for lengthening prison sentences and sentencing people who would otherwise be found innocent. one guy in one of the carolinas was bribed to send as many Black kids as possible to a for-profit prison. he was quite literally selling children into slavery. they were not freed when he was caught and removed from the bench

#i literally crack up everytime #at least ten of the notes are from me

Treasure of El Carambolo from Tartessos Civilization (6th Century BC). This assembly of gold jewelry was discovered in 1958 at hill of El Carambolo, near Seville, Spain.

distant cousins

i’m glad 100k+ people think this is the mood too

happy september everyone

ITS THE 21ST OF SEPTEMBER

This may seem silly, but are there any photos out there of frogs in costumes? Of times people have put real actual frogs into hats or capes or suchlike? My Google-fu is failing me and just giving me endless images of people in frog costumes interrupted occasionally by dogs, cats, parrots and babies in frog costumes.

tada!

wizard hat

i don’t WANT to own and drive a vehicle‼️‼️‼️ *throws things across the room with my telekinesis*

Physics: More pencil tricks

Source

i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.

THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!

If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.

SO. DONT.

News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.

The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.

Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.

Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.

YOU JUST STABBED THEM AGAIN

at th club and dj won’t stop playing morse code beats

when me and Jean-Michel make it out of the trench with dry socks and no infections

patiently awaiting the annual otgw fall rewatch

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA