Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the weekend.
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Merry Critmas: save a turkey, roast a creative (thanks, D).
Excellent FML stories (thanks, T).
Underwater fart in 120fps (thanks, D):
Excellent map of musical influences (thanks, B).
Cut a bowling ball in half with water:
A world map of countries’ tourism endlines (thanks, D).
Drunk football (thanks, J):