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As president of TD Bank, I manage $1.7 trillion in assets, but the only thing that brings me joy is our little plastic pens. Cash is a socia

I'm not too sure why but I love this and I feel like I must share it far and why.

scamguy

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

power-chords

gingik

deepspacepirate

One of my favorite tropes is post apocalyptic towns being named after dilapidated signs with missing letters, like Novac (no vacancy) and Eaden (dead end). There’s something inexplicable about it

togepipi

catch me in the city of fre shavaca do

jame7t

Suckfuckers United: new game, $80, unplayable on release, cash shop has $20 skins

Plumboy 21XX: “retro” indie game. creator just posted something really dire on Twitter & you’re not sure if you want to keep your preorder even though they promise it’s gonna help find episodes 1 and 5 of the animated series

Gug: game released in 1999. You remember it being good. It’s not.

Dark Cave growing beneath your house’s foundations without you knowing and for years the semi-sentient ungrowth has learned to hunger for you, specifically, and it’s almost time: self explanatory

alteredpanel

spore-2008

don't forget to pre-order spore coming september 7 2008

bioluminescent-fungus

no amount of butter or salt removes the nutrients from vegetables

bioluminescent-fungus

a vegetable in the stomach is worth two on the plate

firesidoni

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changelingcoded

does anyone else have parents who suck in objectively funny ways

changelingcoded

drawing it made me realize this one might be a unique experience

changelingcoded

im going through some bullshit someones homestuck fankid would experience

itseasytoremember

So this one time I was in a hospital recovering from an emergency surgery on my leg, and had to be there long enough that they had to change my bedding, so, doped up on three kinds of pain meds and antibiotics my dad wheels me into the hallway while the nurses work.

"dad" I say, my eyes barely open "it's Colonel Sanders" while pointing down the hallway. He looks, and at the end of the hallway, there's a portrait of an old man, the donor who paid for the wing of the hospital I'm recovering in.

My dad explains as much to me, and goes "I mean the guy *kinda* looks like him, but why would Colonel Sanders pay for a hospital wing Mississauga Ontario? I think those drugs might me messing with you"

Then the nurse comes out of the room. I go "hey, who is that picture of?"

She looks at the portrait. She looks at me. She looks at my dad. She looks at the painting. She looks at me again.

"you don't recognize the Colonel??"