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“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”

This is better than any fanfic.

Well, finger kisses ain’t what I thought they were.

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Same artist, not the same song, but same vibe

Ya a six episode OVA series with a 45 minute per episode run time faithfully adapting the Akira manga would be awesome.

Akira should absolutely not get remade.

I love this...

For skin, can his gun be that cheese grating thing and his ult line be “just say when”

And it’s all designed that way to exclude anyone who doesn’t have money and connections. The reason why so many museums and galleries look the same is because it’s the same small club of people in the industry dictating tastes, which usually means some reheated post modernist baubles that no one can appreciate,

“[T]he imbalanced economics of working in the art world . . . where the pay is often so dismal that young professionals have to rely on family members to supplement their income and living expenses.”

Call me crazy, but I prefer to support content I consume. If you block ads they don’t load, and the creators don’t get any revenue from them being displayed. I used to write for a website that made most of it’s revenue from ads, and that revenue took a sharp decline when adblockers became popular.

How dare they use ads to fund free content!

She stayed with him because she’s a greedy fucking monster. Let’s not pretend that the women who married into this disgusting family are victims. They haven’t always only known what we all know - they’ve always known MORE.

The pop up book bit was so great. and how Jr kept saying “it’s OK bud!

It’s all I can see when I see them stand next to each other.


I like to (read: don’t like to) think that he’s just mumbling to himself while someone in a corner does the actual typing, eyes glued to the screen for fear of what they might see if they look up.

A family of candy asses.

See, they are like a real family.

Heads up: There are far bigger issues with Jezebel’s comments section that need to be addressed first, before some sort of crusade against cliche jokes happens.