Cake Boss in a nutshell…

barebackbearyak:

Customer: I want a nice chocolate cake for my young son, and he likes trucks, so could you maybe do a little frosting picture of a truck on the top?

Cake Boss: SOS WHAT WES GUNNA DO IS MAKE A GIANT TRUCK ENTIRELY OUTTA RICE CRISPIES AND COVA DAT IN FONDANT AND IZ GUNNA SHOOT SPARKS AND CATCH FIYAH, POSSIBLY KILLIN YOUR SON IN DA PROCESS.

anangelandhistractor:

austere-fallen-angel:

squided:

are you fucking shitting me right now.

I never know what’s gonna be at the bottom like seriously there are about a hundred different versions of this and this is the one that makes me most upset

^^^^^THIS

(Source: avatarjaeger)

Reblog if you don’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend.

highpitchedscreaming:

no-not-now-mama:

boston-strong-forever:

momoandmimi:

sweet-words-of-horror:

That’s a lot of notes. Let’s all date each other. Everyone get into groups of two.

Let’s do the math then.

with 841,518 reblogs that would be 420,279 couples.

cAN I GET MINE IN PINK PLS

everytime I see this post it has an even amount of notes, I guess I’m just doomed to be alone forever

(Source: wescalou)

eldermaslow:

agent-bartowski:

rumour:

THEY DELETED THE LILO & STITCH SANDWICH STACKER GAME FROM THE DISNEY WEBSITE

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NO THEY DIDN’T IT’S RIGHT HERE REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE

taylorwifts:

IF YOU ARE A FRESHMAN IN HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT NOW I ADVISE YOU TO DO YOUR BEST SERIOUSLY I THOUGHT HIGH SCHOOL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN AND I DIDN’T DO SHIT AND NOW MY C’S ON MY FRESHMAN REPORT CARDS ARE KILLING ME IN MY COLLEGE APPS AND I WISH SOMEONE HAD TOLD ME TO DO BETTER SO PLEASE LISTEN TO ME IF YOU ARE A FRESHMAN GOOD GRADES ARE COOL

sheep-girl:

teenage girls actually have to go through a lot of bullshit and the fact that it’s considered cool to make fun of them for being upset or emotional is kind of gross

6811) I came out to my parents today. They told me they could never accept it. They told me they felt “gutted” from the news. They told me it was like I had “dropped a bomb”. They told me it was like the “worst case scenario”. They told me they could see me unemployed, an alcoholic, sitting in the gutter. They told me they could see me “hanging out with the transvestites of the city” because they would be the “only people who would accept me”. They told me they still loved me, they just need time.