kids x ryu and ken
A writer. Living in Los Angeles. Just like all the rest of them.
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Posted 1 week ago
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A 7-11 at 5:15 a.m.
Guy Buying A Half-Dozen 4 oz. Bottles Of Hydrogen Peroxide at a 7-11 at 5:15 a.m.: My dog just got skunked.
7-11 Cashier: [no response, rings up bottles]
Guy Buying A Half-Dozen 4 oz. Bottles Of Hydrogen Peroxide at a 7-11 at 5:15 a.m.: I’m not making meth!
7-11 Cashier: [no response, places bottles in plastic bag]
The guy takes his bag of peroxide bottles and exits.
Posted 1 week ago
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Wherein I and Diva-ologist extraordinaire Jay Caspian Kang get to the bottom of some very, very important issues. Like that scarlet pimp hat.
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Posted 2 weeks ago
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You’re laughing at the kneepads, aren’t you?
Knicks center Patrick Ewing catches his breath during a 1986 game against the Hawks. (Scott Cunningham/ NBAE/ Getty Images)
GALLERY: Rare Photos of Patrick Ewing
Source: siphotos
Posted 3 weeks ago
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2:40 Just an observation, but I guess in 2012 no one flies around the stage on wires anymore? Is there some kind of magnetic levitation technology they’re not using in this video, or does the future just totally suck?
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Posted 1 month ago
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Pssst said the mall Santa.
Yeah I said.
Pssst I leaned in closer.
He lifted up his Santa hat.
Underneath was a peppermint horn atop his head.
Wanna lick it said mall Santa.
I dunno I said.
No you are naughty said mall Santa.
He covered the peppermint horn with his Santa hat.
Get off my lap said mall Santa.
I got off his lap.
As I walked away Pssst again.
He showed me another glimpse of his peppermint horn.
Naughty said mall Santa.
I went home and threw away his cookies.
Fuck you mall Santa I said.
Then I had a candy cane.
Posted 1 month ago
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Looking for a last minute holiday gift?* My friend Jon helped design these candles, featuring three of your favorite theoretical physicists, to benefit the great work done at 826LA. You can buy them as a set or individually, though I don’t know why you would want to separate Einstein from Hawking. That seems needlessly cruel. Einstein could really use the company what with everyone suddenly picking on relativity and whatnot.
Some more info:
Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, and Ronald Mallett are the first three Patron Saints to be featured, in a planned series of infinity. Make sure to collect them all, as the full set of Patron Saints candles can be used to construct a working Tipler Cylinder!
Modeled after saints candles, each Patron Saints candle features: a portrait of the respective scientist; a pertinent quote about time travel; some specific information about each man’s contribution to time travel, from wormholes to black holes, via ring lasers. (In a pinch, before 1809, or after 2473, the candles can also function as a source of light.)
[*OK, it might be a little late by now, but so what! We’re talking time travel here!]
Source: 826la.org
Posted 1 month ago
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I don’t think I could ever want anything more than this game.
Playing with Pigs – researching the complex relationship between pigs and humans through game design via Treehugger]
Source: playingwithpigs.nl
Posted 1 month ago
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Twentysomething Guy On A Cellphone, Leaning Against A Wall And Bent Far Forward As If To Create A Tiny Space For Privacy, On A Hollywood Side-Street On A Rainy Night: Hi, honey. Do you miss Daddy?
Posted 1 month ago
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Derek has girls stay with him at his apartment in New York, and then he gets them a car to take them home the next day. Waiting in his car is a gift basket containing signed Jeter memorabilia, usually a signed baseball,” the friend dished.
Posted 1 month ago
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We could maybe throw Ben Gibbard in there, too. You’re really asking to be Young Newted when you do the glasses/mutton-chop combo.
Separated at Birth: Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords and Young Newt Gingrich.
Source: vanityfair
Posted 1 month ago
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Posted 1 month ago
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I think we need a .gif of Alexander Skarsgard’s explosion-sloshed face on continuous loop immediately, Internet. I don’t ask for much.