i miss when everyone had a giant, ancient family computer that required family know-how to operate. like you’d go to a friends house and you guys would try to play club penguin or whatever and before you turned it on your friend would be like “oh, before you start up, unplug the mouse four times and kiss the top of the monitor, or the screen will only display in black and white” and you’d just say “ok” and try to pretend their computer wasn’t some kind of evil death machine that smelled like smoke when you ran too many programs
To add on for those unaware of this bakery, this is Bruce:
He’s an absolute mammoth of a chocolate cake (10 layers I think? Maybe more) that they sell by the slice and everyone adores. Birthday Bruce I think is just regular Bruce but with a fuckton of (apparently illegal) sprinkles