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I almost peed myself omg

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That’s fucking creepy dude

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That’s fucking awesome man

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OH SHIT.

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Crazy!

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These bizarre images, created by users via Russian website Ostagram, are the product of an art technique known as Inceptionism, where images are combined using neural networks to generate a single mind-bending picture.

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Whoa what the fuck

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I know I’ll never win the lottery, but it’s worth the $1 ticket to spend time day dreaming about what I’d do with hundreds of millions of dollars

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I might be old, but I’m glad I can remember concerts when the entire crowd didn’t spend the whole show holding up their phones.

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No Single Man Has Done More To Save The Earths Environment Than Genghis Khan Due To His Murdering Of Tens Of Millions Of People.

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Sanity is just the belief that the voice inside your head is yours.

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If alcohol is liquid courage, is caffeine liquid anxiety?

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The Earnest Adventures of Spider-Dad

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Not gonna lie I would read like a kajillion issues of this

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As would I. Anthony Holden does adorable domestic well. If you’re not following his tumblr already, you should.

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The Happiest Place on Earth Posted on October 9th The estimated reading time for this post is 34 minutes, 46 seconds

This was it: night one of my new job as the night watchman for Disneyland. Anywhere else, I’d be referred to as an ordinary security guard. Here, I was a cast member. Something about that label just oozed sophistication and privilege. It was now 12:00 AM. All the cleaners and maintenance workers had done their jobs and gone off to their own homes. My shift started now. I was, admittedly, pretty nervous. “How many times was it again, kid?” my manager said as he walked me through the entrance. “Hmm?” I asked nervously. “How many times have you been to the park?” he clarified. “Well… pretty much every year since I was 8, sir,” I answered. “Then you’ll do perfectly,” he said, his tone confident. “Someone who knows the park from head to toe. Just what we need.” “It’s an honor,” I said with a nod. “And it’ll be a nice paycheck for college.” “As long as you’re not scared of spending long, lonely hours in a security office and surrounded by areas filled with deactivated animatronic characters, you’ll be fine,” the manager, whose name was Travis, jokingly said as if trying to scare me out of my new job. What’s the worst that could happen? The answer to that question would only exist in my darkest nightmares and nowhere else. I was never the kind of guy to believe in ghosts, demons, or the supernatural in general. I’d be fine, just a little bored on occasion.

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