When I went to Disneyland as a kid I would always make my parents buy me that glow shit they sell before the parades. I realize now what a waste of money those were. If I ever have kids and they ask me to buy them anything that glows I'm going to slam their face into a wall.
Sluts and whores.
That is the most incomprehensible sig I have ever seen. Is that supposed to be someone dead in the street or something?
This page only has four images on it but it's still good!
Ernest Cline, writer of Ready Player One, shares his newest poem.
Honestly, the Assassin In Love poster is nearly perfect to begin with. It just needs a few minor tweaks.
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