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gettingshotbyhotbitch

This is the last known photo of Eric Freeman (the guy who played GARBAGE DAY)! Apparently he disappeared in 1992 (just like Bobby Fischer)!

elusive

Mrs. Doubtfire's Last Words

rumpleforeskin

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yhhg

this is for you Joelle

brokenstrings

Let's just say that i partied a little too hard last night...

herhangover

I made 125 sites last month!

jun

I didn't get around to making this last night

emmawatsonisaman

One of the greatest regrets in my life is repressing that memory. I don't remember anything about her, not even her name. I was 12, so was she. I met her at a friend's bar mitzvah and told her she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I asked if I could kiss her and the boys around us got excited by the notion of two girls making out and offered us money. So we kissed and we kissed, and the dollars rolled in, but all I wanted was to kiss her in earnest. She did too, so we tried to escape the attention, but no matter where we hid, we were always found. Everything after that is bleary, but I remember leaving that night with a strong sense of shame, which is probably why I repressed the memory in the first place. And now I'm here, sharing this on ytmnd. At least I know in my mind, I kissed the most beautiful girl.

kissingher

Pick your last day on earth

HowYouDie

Last active: April 4th, 2007. Holy shit that's a long time ago. Funny I still remember my password and everything from this. Lol I was like 15 years old the last time I logged in, I am 22 now.

scoutrave

The Last Unicorn

lasthomiecorn

mid air madness

flappybird

Red Sparowes

lsdtriping

brad pitt removes dried pizza sauce and cheese from last nights plates

scrubbing-bubbles

woops

shepfarts

I fell asleep with that app running so many times, started crying last night over how much I miss that fucking thing :/ I can't tell ya'll how much I miss it.

moonlighttheme

When the MLP episode "A Friend in Deed" was first aired, at the very beginning of the "Smile" song I can't help thinking into John Travolta as Tony Manero walking at the intro of the "Saturday Night Fever" movie.

saturdayponyfever

X-Mas: First Class Priority Mail

x-delivery-men

I missed this place. YTMND version of my latest video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIwhaJU-R3M

packhunt

Well, maybe not the last time.

gifsdawkins

It's been a while since someone last posted a Bobby Fischer site.

gametheory

The Last of Us Videogame

thelastofus

Melanie Joly

pitchtonbras

He knows what you did last summer also.

webcam

Elo"s Last Supper

ElosLastsUPer

It's Poetry in Motion, and Charlton from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air is the poet. Song: "Poetry In Motion" by Johnny Tillotson.

charltoninmotion

Item #: SCP-426 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: I am to be sealed in a chamber with no windows through which I may be viewed. The door to my chamber must have a label completely unrelated to my designation or identity, in order to prevent unintended spread of my primary effect. Only Level 3 and above personnel are to know of my presence, and particularly of my properties. Assigned personnel are to be rotated out on a monthly basis to prevent contamination by my secondary effect. Psychiatric evaluation is mandatory at the end of the month. If personnel are deemed unaffected, they may be re-assigned to me no less than four months after their last rotation with me. Any affected personnel are to be given a Class C amnesiac and transferred to a different site. Description: Hello, I am SCP-426. I must be introduced this way in order to prevent ambiguity. I am an ordinary toaster, able to toast bread when supplied with electricity. However, when any human being mentions me, they inadvertently refer to me in the first person. Despite all attempts, there is yet to be a way to speak or write about me in the third person. When in my continuous presence for over two months, individuals begin to identify themselves as a toaster. Unless forcibly restrained, these people will ultimately harm themselves in their attempts to emulate my standard functions. I was discovered in the home of the ████████ family after the gruesome deaths of three of its members. I had been given to the younger Mr. and Mrs. ████████ as a wedding gift. No card or any other identifying markings had been found on my box. Approximately two months after the family received me, fire crews were dispatched to the home due to an electrical fire. The younger Mrs. ████████ died from the electric discharge that she had caused when attempting to devour an electric socket. The other two victims had died shortly before the fire occurred. The elder Mrs. ████████ had gorged herself with nearly 10 kg of bread before her stomach burst and she died of internal bleeding. The younger Mr. ████████ died of severe blood loss after attempting [REDACTED] with me. The sole survivor was the elder Mr. ████████ who was suffering from severe malnutrition. He stated that he had inserted some bread a week prior and was still waiting for the toast to pop out. I was confiscated by the Foundation after police noted my unusual properties. A Class C amnesiac was administered to the affected officers. Experiment Log 426-1: Date: ██-██-████ Subject: D-class personnel D/426/1 Procedure: D/426/1 was asked to describe what he believed was contained in my chamber. He was not informed about my identity or properties. Details: D/426/1 stated, "I'm probably some huge monster holed up in there. That's what you guys have all over the place, right?" D/426/1 remained oblivious to his use of the first-person pronoun. Experiment Log 426-2: Date: ██-██-████ Subject: D-class personnel D/426/2 Procedure: D/426/2 was placed in my chamber and given regular meals through a dispenser. No communication with D/426/2 was permitted. Multiple cameras were situated in the chamber, positioned so that I am outside of their field of vision, but allowing constant observation of D/426/2. We remained sealed until my secondary effect manifested in the subject. I was bolted to the floor so that I could not be moved into a camera's view. Details: After 45 days of isolation, D/426/2 wrapped his arm around me and began conversing with me, stating that we were brothers. D/426/2 never deviated from using the first-person plural when speaking with me. Subject was terminated one hour after this event. It is theorized that the isolation accelerated the progression of my secondary effect.

SCP-426

fat mans invasion kyle's saturn on air ride and DAVID HASSELHOFF

lolsaturn

I want a recording of Labriola pronouncing my last name in a loop and listen to it all day.

zgawa