What made you smile/laugh today?
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I liked that Battlefront video too. 
HERO!!!!!
^ Agreed! I did a silent fist pump when I saw that.
Valentino looks a well done... lololol
gd, that's frightening
I hope I'll be able to get old with grace.
"U look so Latina" 
^^^ Pretty, when they said that Valentino was getting a roast, I didn't think it was literal!
(Points to whoever gets this joke)
I think DragonBall Super is just a joke, at least i hope so
Meet the man who wants to know what life’s like as a goat
Thwaites said: ‘Posthumanism, transhumanism technology and stuff, is about allowing humans to achieve their desires in a way.
‘And I guess [some people’s] desires aren’t necessarily to become super intelligent.’
Fake, stagged...or just that drunk?
Apparently this is a thing now
Madonna is a real blond?
Well that was a plot twist
This FAO toy store was an absolute paradise for children. It's been closed. Brings back childhood memories of going to the "greatest toy store on earth".
From WSJ article May 19, 2015
There are few constants in the life of this shape-shifting city. But since time immemorial, or close enough as we of mere flesh and blood need to be concerned, FAO Schwarz has been at the corner of Fifth Avenue and 58th Street.
I realize the store isn’t technically on the corner, but for kids of all ages, the anticipation starts at the corner—if not at that even vaster crossroads, the mind’s eye.....
I’ve been an FAO Schwarz customer for well over a half-century. Indeed, I suspect that when I came home from the hospital in a baby blanket my bassinet was stocked with rattles or stuffed animals from that Shangri-La of kids’ stuff.
In more recent years, I’ve been visiting FAO Schweetz on the ground floor at regular intervals to stock up on overpriced penny candy. The selection is no different or better than at dozens of other places across the city. But passing through the store’s portals, after exchanging pleasantries with that toy soldier doorman or whatever he is, I experienced the narcotic neocortal exhilaration, the remnants of fairy dust on the forest floor of my distant childhood.
I’m still not doing the place justice. Because, in the life of many New Yorkers, it was actually much more than a store. It served as the realization of a type of impossible dream.
