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Happy 29th anniversary to the best parents I know. Love you!

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Ballin' Together Since '89™ ⚡️Happy birthday, bro⚡️

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Lovers and friends, come through tonight! I will buy you a beer and give you a hug.

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Got drunk last night, came home and watched Catfish. Turned on my computer this morning, did not remember taking this screenshot of my favorite man.

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I Ate Her Ass Before the Tornado

I don't have vivid dreams very often, so I'm gonna try to document them here whenever they occur. Act I I'm in my apartment (which looks nothing like my actual apt) and I'm on my computer, or my phone. Possibly on Tinder? Possibly. My roommate Lee is in the room as well; she is asleep. Another woman enters the room; she is not my roommate. She's beautiful in a way that I might normally label as boring or basic, when in reality I only see it as such based on my shitty presumptions. The way that her blonde hair contrasts her tan skin is supposed to be some signifier for a lack of substance. She crushes these presumptions the way She effortlessly carries herself. It is far past midnight, but She is still in her prime time. As She makes her way about the room, I realize that She is my new temp roommate. She recently began subletting from Jimmy and Christine, who occupy the third room in my place. Almost as soon as I make this realization, She accidentally wakes Lee up. Act II She and I are hanging out in a random apartment with a bunch of her girlfriends, who I don't know. From the beginning, there is something present between us. That unspoken, playful feeling of "This is great and all, but let's get the fuck out of here. I want to be with you." The unspoken becomes public knowledge when her friends catch the looks we're shooting each other's way. They are a little frustrated, but understanding. Now, we're alone. I wish I could describe in detail what occurred, but I can only recall the passion I felt as it was occurring. My only specific memory from the encounter is the way in which I very devotedly ate her ass. Act III I'm with my family now, in a house on the beach in NYC. Word's come out that a tornado is getting ready to touch down in the city, right near us. My mom and my brothers scramble to the basement. My dad and I are standing on the front porch, and we watch the tornado touch down on the ocean right in front of us. We both know that this is the end. Both of us are wrong. My family and I are in the 181st Street A train station, amongst hundreds of NYCers trying to avoid the tornado. The fear and confusion in the room is stifling. I am terrified that She is not going to make it. My coworker Bill arrives, and he immediately tries to appoint himself leader of the 181 group. I feel obliged to speak up because, while I think he's a likeable guy, I know that he's a total goob who is not qualified to lead a group of hundreds in a time like this. Instead of addressing the group, I say something to his wife. She understands my concern, and tells me that he thinks the whole tornado thing is one big joke. THE END

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Superman: The Movie, Spanish lobby card. Spanish theatrical release 1979

Submitted by videorecord

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Holy shit, this makes me want to cry.

TMNT #31 Cover Process by Ross Campbell

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Smile, please?

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Your death wish. It is the end of the world.

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Frank Santoro - Pompeii sketch

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Tagged #sadboys so I am dying.

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Preach.

"If you could change one thing about adults, what would it be?" “A lot of them are grumpy.”

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