Tumblr Gets Deep (21 Pics)

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37 responses to Tumblr Gets Deep (21 Pics)

    1. Somewhere out there, there is an off brand just called ‘Memories of Butter’ it made me wonder what kind of memories fake butter has?

  1. Regarding #21. I first encounter this when I was in 3rd grade. I live in the Detroit area and one weekend my father and I went to the Detroit Historical Museum. While there I learned that in 1805 there was a huge fire that burned the entire city down. I was really excited to learn this and took a Museum brochure to show and tell the next Monday. I told the class about the fire and the teacher interpreted and said ‘No, that was Chicago’. I replied that Detroit had a huge fire too but the teacher shot me down again. I got very emotional because I knew I was right but 3rd grade me did not have the verbal skill counter my teacher’s argument. I started crying in front of the whole class. 3rd grade is a bit too old for a boy to cry in class so at recess the other boys teased me so I got in a fight to defend my honor and was sent to the office. That teacher was a cunt.

    1. I had a similar thing happen when I was in sixth or seventh grade. I was called on in English class to answer a question, and used a simile, saying something along the lines of “The character was like a fictional version of Napoleon, and-” when my teacher interrupted me. “Answer that without ‘filler words!'” I’m naturally pretty shy so having to answer at all was not enjoyable, and being put on the spot just made things worse. I tried answering again, but got yelled at again. “No ‘likes’ in the middle of your sentences. You girls say that too much.” I was humiliated at that point, because I didn’t fully realize what I was doing wrong, and now a few kids were whispering and giggling as I turned even more red. The teacher said “Use a filler word one more time, and I’ll call on someone else.” I tried to use the comparison again, and tried to defend myself with “It’s a simile, I have to use ‘like.'” but my teacher was having none of it and I looked like an idiot in front of my class.

  2. Regarding #21. I first encounter this when I was in 3rd grade. I live in the Detroit area and one weekend my father and I went to the Detroit Historical Museum. While there I learned that in 1805 there was a huge fire that burned the entire city down. I was really excited to learn this and took a Museum brochure to show and tell the next Monday. I told the class about the fire and the teacher interpreted and said ‘No, that was Chicago’. I replied that Detroit had a huge fire too but the teacher shot me down again. I got very emotional because I knew I was right but 3rd grade me did not have the verbal skill counter my teacher’s argument. I started crying in front of the whole class. 3rd grade is a bit too old for a boy to cry in class so at recess the other boys teased me so I got in a fight to defend my honor and was sent to the office. I still think that teacher was a cunt.

    1. Had a great 3rd grade but 4th and 5th were ilk Anonymous #21 (#20?). 4th did actually tell me once that my contributions were confusing the slower kids in the class, and that’s not nice.

  3. You can check out dogs from the Humane Society. Just to take them for a walk, or for a day, or to foster them for a while.

  4. Ok, about the “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!” one. As they kept elaborating, it seemed like they felt like they had to stick to this format of doubting what the product is, only to have to admit being wrong. Why? The original name they were trying to copy is “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!”. There is no moment of realization on the part of the person making the exclamation that they were wrong. Why did they start working this in, and begin copying the other format? People, come on.

    1. I scrolled down the comments hoping this bothered someone else too, and I’m so vindicated to find you. That mustard person fucked up.

    2. I had a similar thought. I can’t believe it’s not butter actually isn’t butter. The examples are the opposite, this is mustard but doesn’t taste like it. They are very funny so I now have cognitive dissonance over whether to like it or not.

    3. Thank you! None of their examples fit the original premise of incredulity that an artificial product could taste like the real thing. Ugh, it’s as infuriating as that cunty 3rd grade teacher.

  5. Island building is actually a thing! Wherein you dump a bunch of dirt in the ocean to make another country (or add on to your own.)

  6. Regarding #21. I first encounter this when I was in 3rd grade. I live in the Detroit area and one weekend my father and I went to the Detroit Historical Museum. While there I learned that in 1805 there was a huge fire that burned the entire city down. I was really excited to learn this and took a Museum brochure to show and tell the next Monday. I told the class about the fire and the teacher interpreted and said ‘No, that was Chicago’. I replied that Detroit had a huge fire too but the teacher shot me down again. I got very emotional because I knew I was right but 3rd grade me did not have the verbal skill counter my teacher’s argument. I started crying in front of the whole class. 3rd grade is a bit too old for a boy to cry in class so at recess the other boys teased me so I got in a fight to defend my honor and was sent to the office. That teacher was a cunt.

  7. Whenever I see that post about the clocks that show when you die I think about The Machine of Death.

    It’s this book of short stories where there is a machine that will tell you how you die, but not when. And it has a sense of humor. If it says you’ll die of old age, that could mean you die when you’re an elderly person, or an elderly person could run you over with their car. So you just don’t know.

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