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Christmas, Dad, and Drinking: Judy Brown I've done something ingenious to wind up my Dad (which is basically my favourite holiday pastime). It begins ike this Judy Brown Some of you out there may recall that in 2016 Iplayed an excellent Christmas prank on my long-suffering Dad. It worked a treat. Judy Brown @mcjude 7h Replying to @mcjude Last year I decided to play the long game & didn't tamper with the confectionary: spooked by the year before, he would not touch a single Ferrero Rocher (which was great because he usually inhales them at 750mph) so there were Ferreros aplenty for the rest of us. I bided my Judy Brown @mcjude 7h And so, yesterday, home for Christmas and with the devil at my elbow, I embarked on my most audacious sprout prank yet. Judy Brown @mcjude-7h While he was out I dipped the sprouts in chocolate, rolled them in chopped hazelnuts, and did all I could to replicate the iconic Ferrerro. Judy Brown @mcjude 7h l re-wrapped and (this is crucial) re- sealed the box with its original tape and a tiny dab of glue. Then secreted it amongst a bag of tasty gifts from my Aunt and retired to watch from afar Judy Brown @mcjude 7h Last night he viewed them with suspiciorn when they came out the bag... but I was out all day, how could I have tampered with them? He abstained and they sat in the kitchen all night. Judy Brown @mcjude 7h This bright Christmas morning we were gathered round the tree, drinking tea and opening presents. Dad eyed the box. He quite likes a post-brekkie Ferrero. He approached. I hovered in the kitchen, careful not to spook him. Judy Brown @mcjude 7h And Lo! He opened. He EXAMINED. He unwrapped. He examined FURTHER Fears allayed, he popped the whole thing in his mouth. His face played a symphony of emotions: satisfaction, triumph, realisation, horror, disgust. Judy Brown @mcjude 7h I am still chuckling. I will all day long.I know his retribution will be swift and terrible, but no Christmas gift could be greater than this: seeing my Dad, despite his efforts to avoid it, unwittingly eat a raw sprout. Merry Christmas, one and all 9193 t457 9644 72,816 notes Playing the Long Game
Christmas, Dad, and Drinking: Judy Brown
 I've done something ingenious to wind
 up my Dad (which is basically my
 favourite holiday pastime). It begins
 ike this
 Judy Brown
 Some of you out there may recall that
 in 2016 Iplayed an excellent
 Christmas prank on my long-suffering
 Dad. It worked a treat.
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 Replying to @mcjude
 Last year I decided to play the long game
 & didn't tamper with the confectionary:
 spooked by the year before, he would
 not touch a single Ferrero Rocher (which
 was great because he usually inhales
 them at 750mph) so there were Ferreros
 aplenty for the rest of us. I bided my
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 And so, yesterday, home for Christmas
 and with the devil at my elbow, I
 embarked on my most audacious sprout
 prank yet.
 Judy Brown @mcjude-7h
 While he was out I dipped the sprouts in
 chocolate, rolled them in chopped
 hazelnuts, and did all I could to replicate
 the iconic Ferrerro.
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 l re-wrapped and (this is crucial) re-
 sealed the box with its original tape and a
 tiny dab of glue. Then secreted it
 amongst a bag of tasty gifts from my
 Aunt and retired to watch from afar
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 Last night he viewed them with suspiciorn
 when they came out the bag... but I was
 out all day, how could I have tampered
 with them? He abstained and they sat in
 the kitchen all night.
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 This bright Christmas morning we were
 gathered round the tree, drinking tea and
 opening presents. Dad eyed the box. He
 quite likes a post-brekkie Ferrero. He
 approached. I hovered in the kitchen,
 careful not to spook him.
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 And Lo! He opened. He EXAMINED. He
 unwrapped. He examined FURTHER
 Fears allayed, he popped the whole thing
 in his mouth. His face played a symphony
 of emotions: satisfaction, triumph,
 realisation, horror, disgust.
 Judy Brown @mcjude 7h
 I am still chuckling. I will all day long.I
 know his retribution will be swift and
 terrible, but no Christmas gift could be
 greater than this: seeing my Dad, despite
 his efforts to avoid it, unwittingly eat a
 raw sprout. Merry Christmas, one and all
 9193 t457 9644
 72,816 notes
Playing the Long Game

Playing the Long Game

Bad, Bad Jokes, and Books: deadmomjokes:barfingunicorn:823-hauntingconman:capnskull:the drum is filled with hot steam and then sprayed with cold water. the pressure on the outside of the drum is far more than inside. the pressures try to maintain and find balance taking the drum as a casualty.“Oh FUCK that’s cold!”when youre in the shower and someone flushes the toiletMy Chemistry teacher did this the first day of class with a coke can, a hotplate, and a basin of water. I have never forgotten the scientific principles behind it, and here’s why. There were 20-something of us in the classroom, all dying of sleep deprivation since it was the first day back to school, first class of the day. Mr. Moses was that teacher you weren’t sure how to deal with. I mean, the man’s name was Noah Eugene Moses, for starters. He drove a Harley to school, but also drove the bus. He had giant cokebottle glasses and a doofy mustache with shaggy ex-Beatles hair. He always wore suspenders and a grease-stained t-shirt because he had a potbelly and taught the shop/electrical classes. He wasn’t even really lecturing; he was throwing in tidbits of the syllabus in the midst of bad jokes and fun stories. We were all a bit nervous, because none of us had taken a class from him before, but his tests were legendary—nobody had ever made it out with an A (until I did, but that’s another story for another time and involves a really awesome bet and some hair cutting scissors). Well, as we were fighting to stay awake, and attempting to take notes of whatever he was talking about, he was pacing around the room from here to there, straightening things and moving stuff. He was very scatterbrained, and it was easy to tell from how he kept forgetting where he put his coke. Turns out, that was just a ruse. He had the can filled with just a tiny bit of water, and the things he was moving around were stacks of papers and books hiding the hot plate and water basin. So he set his coke can down onto the hot plate, continued talking loudly enough so we wouldn’t hear the water boiling, and then knocked it over really fast into the water basin. BANG!!!!!!!! Three girls fell out of their seats, one dude swore so violently I’m pretty sure the devil himself cringed, everyone at least jumped and screamed, and I actually broke my pen in half. See, with rapid decompression comes a vacuum, and with a vacuum comes a rushing of air that creates a massive sound. Think “thunder”. That’s the same principle behind it. His little tiny coke can of steam into a bucket of ice water, and we had a bang so loud the band teacher came in from across the hall to see “what was exploding today.” To which Mr. Moses responded, “Nothing, it imploded. Explosions are chapter 3.” And that’s when I knew it was going to be the best class ever.
Bad, Bad Jokes, and Books: deadmomjokes:barfingunicorn:823-hauntingconman:capnskull:the drum is filled with hot steam and then sprayed with cold water. the pressure on the outside of the drum is far more than inside. the pressures try to maintain and find balance taking the drum as a casualty.“Oh FUCK that’s cold!”when youre in the shower and someone flushes the toiletMy Chemistry teacher did this the first day of class with a coke can, a hotplate, and a basin of water. I have never forgotten the scientific principles behind it, and here’s why.
There were 20-something of us in the classroom, all dying of sleep deprivation since it was the first day back to school, first class of the day. Mr. Moses was that teacher you weren’t sure how to deal with. I mean, the man’s name was Noah Eugene Moses, for starters. He drove a Harley to school, but also drove the bus. He had giant cokebottle glasses and a doofy mustache with shaggy ex-Beatles hair. He always wore suspenders and a grease-stained t-shirt because he had a potbelly and taught the shop/electrical classes. He wasn’t even really lecturing; he was throwing in tidbits of the syllabus in the midst of bad jokes and fun stories. We were all a bit nervous, because none of us had taken a class from him before, but his tests were legendary—nobody had ever made it out with an A (until I did, but that’s another story for another time and involves a really awesome bet and some hair cutting scissors).
Well, as we were fighting to stay awake, and attempting to take notes of whatever he was talking about, he was pacing around the room from here to there, straightening things and moving stuff. He was very scatterbrained, and it was easy to tell from how he kept forgetting where he put his coke. Turns out, that was just a ruse. He had the can filled with just a tiny bit of water, and the things he was moving around were stacks of papers and books hiding the hot plate and water basin. So he set his coke can down onto the hot plate, continued talking loudly enough so we wouldn’t hear the water boiling, and then knocked it over really fast into the water basin.
BANG!!!!!!!!
Three girls fell out of their seats, one dude swore so violently I’m pretty sure the devil himself cringed, everyone at least jumped and screamed, and I actually broke my pen in half.
See, with rapid decompression comes a vacuum, and with a vacuum comes a rushing of air that creates a massive sound. Think “thunder”. That’s the same principle behind it. His little tiny coke can of steam into a bucket of ice water, and we had a bang so loud the band teacher came in from across the hall to see “what was exploding today.” To which Mr. Moses responded, “Nothing, it imploded. Explosions are chapter 3.”
And that’s when I knew it was going to be the best class ever.

deadmomjokes:barfingunicorn:823-hauntingconman:capnskull:the drum is filled with hot steam and then sprayed with cold water. the pressure on...

Shit, Devil, and Cupcakes: broternia i hate math tests because all throughout the chapter it's like really easy shit and then you think you've got it and then the test is like if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one human soul mr-elementle A Human soul is worth $660,326.82 according to "The devil went down to Georgia" where the Devil offers a fiddle of gold as an equal bet against a soul. assuming a fiddle weighs about 450 grams and is primarily made out of spruce and maple. The density of spruce is 0.43 g/cm3, and the density of maple is 0.6 g/cm3. As an estimation, we'll just average these and suppose that the average density of the material of a violin is 0.515g/cm3. so If the Fiddle weighs 450 g and has a density of 0.515 g/cm3, that means that the volume of the wood of the Fiddle is 873.8 cm3. Our hypothetical golden prize had gold in lieu of wood. So 873.8 cm3 of gold weighs 16.9 kg almost forty pounds! or 543.3 troy ounces. Since the selling price of gold today is $1215.40 per ounce that gives us our value, but as for cupcakes it's a little harder, most cupcakes sell for $2.50 to $4.00 at a bake shop, so let's average that to $3.25, some simple division and we get our answer Pedro can buy 203,177 cupcakes and have $1.56 left over. mr-elementle when the fuck did i do this? i have no memory of this Source: anakinks 540,011 notes Thats a lot of cupcakes
Shit, Devil, and Cupcakes: broternia
 i hate math tests because all throughout the chapter it's like really easy shit
 and then you think you've got it and then the test is like
 if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind
 resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one
 human soul
 mr-elementle
 A Human soul is worth $660,326.82 according to "The devil went down to
 Georgia" where the Devil offers a fiddle of gold as an equal bet against a soul.
 assuming a fiddle weighs about 450 grams and is primarily made out of spruce
 and maple. The density of spruce is 0.43 g/cm3, and the density of maple is
 0.6 g/cm3. As an estimation, we'll just average these and suppose that the
 average density of the material of a violin is 0.515g/cm3. so If the Fiddle
 weighs 450 g and has a density of 0.515 g/cm3, that means that the volume of
 the wood of the Fiddle is 873.8 cm3. Our hypothetical golden prize had gold in
 lieu of wood. So 873.8 cm3 of gold weighs 16.9 kg almost forty pounds!
 or 543.3 troy ounces.
 Since the selling price of gold today is $1215.40 per ounce that gives us our
 value, but as for cupcakes it's a little harder, most cupcakes sell for $2.50 to
 $4.00 at a bake shop, so let's average that to $3.25, some simple division and
 we get our answer
 Pedro can buy 203,177 cupcakes and have $1.56 left over.
 mr-elementle
 when the fuck did i do this? i have no memory of this
 Source: anakinks
 540,011 notes
Thats a lot of cupcakes

Thats a lot of cupcakes

Devil, Cat, and Big: The big cat has finally realised that the devil lies in the small cats soul.
Devil, Cat, and Big: The big cat has finally realised that the devil lies in the small cats soul.

The big cat has finally realised that the devil lies in the small cats soul.

Bad, Bad Jokes, and Books: give-me-all-the-hetalia-boys:snowcoveredsunflower:deadmomjokes:barfingunicorn:823-hauntingconman:deaditeslayer: aranea-mcchattysylph: scrotumcoat: capnskull: the drum is filled with hot steam and then sprayed with cold water. the pressure on the outside of the drum is far more than inside. the pressures try to maintain and find balance taking the drum as a casualty. “Oh FUCK that’s cold!” when youre in the shower and someone flushes the toilet My Chemistry teacher did this the first day of class with a coke can, a hotplate, and a basin of water. I have never forgotten the scientific principles behind it, and here’s why. There were 20-something of us in the classroom, all dying of sleep deprivation since it was the first day back to school, first class of the day. Mr. Moses was that teacher you weren’t sure how to deal with. I mean, the man’s name was Noah Eugene Moses, for starters. He drove a Harley to school, but also drove the bus. He had giant cokebottle glasses and a doofy mustache with shaggy ex-Beatles hair. He always wore suspenders and a grease-stained t-shirt because he had a potbelly and taught the shop/electrical classes. He wasn’t even really lecturing; he was throwing in tidbits of the syllabus in the midst of bad jokes and fun stories. We were all a bit nervous, because none of us had taken a class from him before, but his tests were legendary—nobody had ever made it out with an A (until I did, but that’s another story for another time and involves a really awesome bet and some hair cutting scissors). Well, as we were fighting to stay awake, and attempting to take notes of whatever he was talking about, he was pacing around the room from here to there, straightening things and moving stuff. He was very scatterbrained, and it was easy to tell from how he kept forgetting where he put his coke. Turns out, that was just a ruse. He had the can filled with just a tiny bit of water, and the things he was moving around were stacks of papers and books hiding the hot plate and water basin. So he set his coke can down onto the hot plate, continued talking loudly enough so we wouldn’t hear the water boiling, and then knocked it over really fast into the water basin. BANG!!!!!!!! Three girls fell out of their seats, one dude swore so violently I’m pretty sure the devil himself cringed, everyone at least jumped and screamed, and I actually broke my pen in half. See, with rapid decompression comes a vacuum, and with a vacuum comes a rushing of air that creates a massive sound. Think “thunder”. That’s the same principle behind it. His little tiny coke can of steam into a bucket of ice water, and we had a bang so loud the band teacher came in from across the hall to see “what was exploding today.” To which Mr. Moses responded, “Nothing, it imploded. Explosions are chapter 3.” And that’s when I knew it was going to be the best class ever. Read the whole thing
Bad, Bad Jokes, and Books: give-me-all-the-hetalia-boys:snowcoveredsunflower:deadmomjokes:barfingunicorn:823-hauntingconman:deaditeslayer:
aranea-mcchattysylph:

scrotumcoat:

capnskull:

the drum is filled with hot steam and then sprayed with cold water. the pressure on the outside of the drum is far more than inside. the pressures try to maintain and find balance taking the drum as a casualty.




“Oh FUCK that’s cold!”

when youre in the shower and someone flushes the toilet

My Chemistry teacher did this the first day of class with a coke can, a hotplate, and a basin of water. I have never forgotten the scientific principles behind it, and here’s why.
There were 20-something of us in the classroom, all dying of sleep deprivation since it was the first day back to school, first class of the day. Mr. Moses was that teacher you weren’t sure how to deal with. I mean, the man’s name was Noah Eugene Moses, for starters. He drove a Harley to school, but also drove the bus. He had giant cokebottle glasses and a doofy mustache with shaggy ex-Beatles hair. He always wore suspenders and a grease-stained t-shirt because he had a potbelly and taught the shop/electrical classes. He wasn’t even really lecturing; he was throwing in tidbits of the syllabus in the midst of bad jokes and fun stories. We were all a bit nervous, because none of us had taken a class from him before, but his tests were legendary—nobody had ever made it out with an A (until I did, but that’s another story for another time and involves a really awesome bet and some hair cutting scissors).
Well, as we were fighting to stay awake, and attempting to take notes of whatever he was talking about, he was pacing around the room from here to there, straightening things and moving stuff. He was very scatterbrained, and it was easy to tell from how he kept forgetting where he put his coke. Turns out, that was just a ruse. He had the can filled with just a tiny bit of water, and the things he was moving around were stacks of papers and books hiding the hot plate and water basin. So he set his coke can down onto the hot plate, continued talking loudly enough so we wouldn’t hear the water boiling, and then knocked it over really fast into the water basin.
BANG!!!!!!!!
Three girls fell out of their seats, one dude swore so violently I’m pretty sure the devil himself cringed, everyone at least jumped and screamed, and I actually broke my pen in half.
See, with rapid decompression comes a vacuum, and with a vacuum comes a rushing of air that creates a massive sound. Think “thunder”. That’s the same principle behind it. His little tiny coke can of steam into a bucket of ice water, and we had a bang so loud the band teacher came in from across the hall to see “what was exploding today.” To which Mr. Moses responded, “Nothing, it imploded. Explosions are chapter 3.”
And that’s when I knew it was going to be the best class ever.




Read the whole thing

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Back to the Future, Beautiful, and College: New York Times bestselling author SANDRAHILL k Times bestselling author HILL continues her sexy Deadly Angels series, as a Viking vangel's otherworldly mission pairs him with a beautiful chef who whets his thousand-year-old appetite... Once guilty of the deadly sin of gluttony, thousand- year-old Viking vampire angel Cnut Sigurdsson is now a lean, mean, vampire-devil fighting machine. His new side-job? No biggie: just ridding the world of a threat called ISIS while keeping the evil Lucipires (demon vampires) at bay. So when chef drea Stewart hires him to rescue her sister from a cult recruiting terrorists at a Montana dude ranch, vangel turns cowboy. Yeehaw! The too-tempting mortal insists on accompanying him, surprising Cnut with her bravery at every turn. But with terrorists stalking the ranch in demon- oid form, Cnut teletransports Andrea and himself out of danger-accidentally into the tenth-century Norselands. Suddenly, they have to find their way back to the future to save her family and the world.. and to satisfy their insatiable attraction. vonVomance DISCOVER GREAT AUTHORS EXCLUSIVE OFFERS, AND MORE AT HC.COM Paranormal Romance ISBN 978-0-06-235654-3 50799 AVONBOOKS Win free prizes, get exclusive content, and more-scan with a QR App now! 9780062 356543 USA $7.99/$9.99 CAN martianbees: creed-of-corruption: island-delver-go: secretsinthemargin: I was out with a friend tonight doing one of my fave things. Reading the backs of romance novels aloud. Found this gem. This is honestly the most wild sounding romance novel I have ever seen and thought it might brighten someone’s day. OK FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON’T REALIZE, SANDRA HILL IS THE WOMAN WHO WROTE “ROUGH AMD READY” ANOTHER EROTIC VIKING NOVEL. SOME OF THE MORE MEMORABLE QUOTES BEING: “As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.” “Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.” “Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.” YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE I HAVE READ THIS TO AT COLLEGE. ONE GUY COMPLETELY LOST IT FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES AFTER HEARING THE PHRASE “DICK ANEURYSM.”
Back to the Future, Beautiful, and College: New York Times bestselling author SANDRAHILL
 k Times bestselling author
 HILL
 continues her sexy Deadly Angels series, as a Viking
 vangel's otherworldly mission pairs him with a beautiful
 chef who whets his thousand-year-old appetite...
 Once guilty of the deadly sin of gluttony, thousand-
 year-old Viking vampire angel Cnut Sigurdsson is
 now a lean, mean, vampire-devil fighting machine.
 His new side-job? No biggie: just ridding the
 world of a threat called ISIS while keeping the evil
 Lucipires (demon vampires) at bay. So when chef
 drea Stewart hires him to rescue her sister from
 a cult recruiting terrorists at a Montana dude ranch,
 vangel turns cowboy. Yeehaw!
 The too-tempting mortal insists on accompanying
 him, surprising Cnut with her bravery at every turn.
 But with terrorists stalking the ranch in demon-
 oid form, Cnut teletransports Andrea and himself
 out of danger-accidentally into the tenth-century
 Norselands. Suddenly, they have to find their way
 back to the future to save her family and the world..
 and to satisfy their insatiable attraction.
 vonVomance
 DISCOVER GREAT AUTHORS
 EXCLUSIVE OFFERS, AND MORE AT HC.COM
 Paranormal Romance
 ISBN 978-0-06-235654-3
 50799
 AVONBOOKS
 Win free prizes, get exclusive content,
 and more-scan with a QR App now!
 9780062 356543
 USA $7.99/$9.99 CAN
martianbees:

creed-of-corruption:

island-delver-go:

secretsinthemargin:

I was out with a friend tonight doing one of my fave things. Reading the backs of romance novels aloud. Found this gem.

This is honestly the most wild sounding romance novel I have ever seen and thought it might brighten someone’s day.




OK FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON’T REALIZE, SANDRA HILL IS THE WOMAN WHO WROTE “ROUGH AMD READY” ANOTHER EROTIC VIKING NOVEL. SOME OF THE MORE MEMORABLE QUOTES BEING: 
“As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.”
“Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.”
“Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.”
YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE I HAVE READ THIS TO AT COLLEGE. ONE GUY COMPLETELY LOST IT FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES AFTER HEARING THE PHRASE “DICK ANEURYSM.”

martianbees: creed-of-corruption: island-delver-go: secretsinthemargin: I was out with a friend tonight doing one of my fave things. Rea...

Shit, Devil, and Cupcakes: broternia i hate math tests because al throughout the chapter it's like really easy shit and then you think you've got it and then the test is like if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one human soul mr-elementle A Human soul is worth S660,326.82 according to "The devil went down to Georgia" where the Devil offers a fiddle of gold as an equal bet against a soul. assuming a tiddle weighs about 450 grams and is primarily made out of spruce and maple. The density of spruce is 0.43 g/cm3, and the density of maple is 0.6 g/cm3. As an estimation, we'll just average these and suppose that the average density of the material of a violin is 0.515g/cm3. so If the Fiddle weighs 450 g and has a density or 0.515 g/cm3, that means that the volume or the wood of the Fiddle is 873.8 cm3. Our hypothetical golden prize had gold in ieu of wood. So 873.8 cm3 of gold weighs 16.9 kg- almost forty pounds or 543.3 troy ounces Since the selling price of gold today is $1215.40 per ounce that gives us our value, but as for cupcakes it's a little harder, most cupcakes sell for $2.50 to $4.00 at a bake shop, so let's average that to $325, some simple division and we get our answer Pedro can buy 203,177 cupcakes and have $1.56 left over. mr elementle when the fuck did i do this? i have no memory of this Source: anakinks 540,011 notes Thats a lot of cupcakes.
Shit, Devil, and Cupcakes: broternia
 i hate math tests because al throughout the chapter it's like really easy shit
 and then you think you've got it and then the test is like
 if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind
 resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one
 human soul
 mr-elementle
 A Human soul is worth S660,326.82 according to "The devil went down to
 Georgia" where the Devil offers a fiddle of gold as an equal bet against a soul.
 assuming a tiddle weighs about 450 grams and is primarily made out of spruce
 and maple. The density of spruce is 0.43 g/cm3, and the density of maple is
 0.6 g/cm3. As an estimation, we'll just average these and suppose that the
 average density of the material of a violin is 0.515g/cm3. so If the Fiddle
 weighs 450 g and has a density or 0.515 g/cm3, that means that the volume or
 the wood of the Fiddle is 873.8 cm3. Our hypothetical golden prize had gold in
 ieu of wood. So 873.8 cm3 of gold weighs 16.9 kg- almost forty pounds
 or 543.3 troy ounces
 Since the selling price of gold today is $1215.40 per ounce that gives us our
 value, but as for cupcakes it's a little harder, most cupcakes sell for $2.50 to
 $4.00 at a bake shop, so let's average that to $325, some simple division and
 we get our answer
 Pedro can buy 203,177 cupcakes and have $1.56 left over.
 mr elementle
 when the fuck did i do this? i have no memory of this
 Source: anakinks
 540,011 notes
Thats a lot of cupcakes.

Thats a lot of cupcakes.