It looks like of like a sad Pikachu to me.
errr... "kind of like a sad Pikachu"
I find baby ronald mcdonald extremely creepy.
It's the dude from My Chemical Romance. MOVE NOW.
It's Calvin. He misses Hobbes. And I miss them both dearly.
He looks friendly. Calm down.
Billy Corgan. Again.
I also see Pikachu.
(Sorry about the long link).
That man has a head like a fucking orange.
Is it Butoh Grace Jones?
You better hope to God it's not Baby Ronald McDonald, because that is the most fu*ked up thing I've seen in my life.
Where do you wake up?
That looks like some scary parking lot cinder block.
Jeez, where's your bedroom, Beirut circa 1990?
Can we just take a break from the superstitious hysteria here and embrace science. I assume you live in Seattle which is very humid and causes any possible material to oxidize including whatever residue of alloy that's left on your brick. As for the similarity to a face in the pattern, well, I hope swirly patterns on wood don't scare you, or clouds for that matter. You should be more concerned about baby Ronald McD he, on the other hand, is in your closet and a comin' ta getcha!
Clearly it's Frankenstein's Monster.
I am just here to voice my approval of exposed brick interiors.
I'm with 3. that is the creepiest thing I've seen in my life.
It's Karl Rove.
The frown, the widows-peak, the wee pointy ears? That's Eddie Munster, TV's Butch Patrick.
No one's seen him in years.
Brad Neely's Baby Cakes
Looks like Lou Reed to me.
It's the African Dafara demon. Read on.
Deep in the West African savanna of Burkina Faso near the small mud brick and sheet metal village of Koro there is a mystery.
The place is called Dafara. It is an anomaly in the flat landscape that stretches for miles in all directions. It is as if the earth collapsed here, like God punched a hole in the ground and the darkness came flooding in. The local missionaries call it “The Rocks” because the hundred meter diameter hole in the earth is edged by sharp shale cliffs. There is a single trail that leads through the dense foliage to the bottom of the ravine that gently angles down into a scene that is both other worldly and frightening.
The first thing you notice is the stench. It is a dank putrid odor of blood, bile and rotting gore that permeates the entire valley, the odor of death. The second thing you notice is the blood. At first glance it looks as if the entire floor of the ravine is covered in dark thick blood. Every rock has been used to carve the animals brought down the path for sacrifice, and it is not only covered in the thick ink of life but indistinguishable pieces of flesh and bone lay scattered about as evidence of the hecatomb butchery that befalls the victims of the sacred god. A god that dwells in the dark recesses of the watery abyss that dominates the center of the chasm.
The murky pond is roughly kidney shaped and covers an area just slightly smaller than that of an Olympic sized pool. How deep it is, no one can know since the fertility god that abides here is no idol made out of wood or stone. No, the fertility god that demands the sacrifice of highly prized livestock is a living creature.
Were no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I. A full commitment is what I'm thinking of, you wouldn't get this from any other guy. I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling, Gotta make you understand.
Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye, Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.
We've know each other for so long, your hearts been aching--but you're too shy to say it. Inside we both know whats been going on. We know the game and were gonna play it. And if you ask me how I'm feeling, don't tell me you're too blind to see.
Days later they found his bones along the shore.
I thought it was Ling-Ling.
die die kill kill die die kill kill!
I am here to voice my approval of Karl Pilkington and his little round head.
It appears that you are a shooter. Next time try aiming into a towel its easier to clean than brick.
The dead pikachu thing is just there to obscure the more ominous being you can see just to the right of it.
Or protecting you...
It's silhouette of Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch.
If I have learned anything from TV (and I must have, right?) is that you must find the corpse and salt and burn it. YOU NEED THE SALT! It won't work without the salt. Ghosts hate the salt. It makes them bloaty.
*this message is brought to you by Supernatural.
Wrong, wrong, WRONG!! It's Wilson, Tom Hanks' bloody buddy on the island in Castaway. Guess he had a tough time with typecasting after that movie (Wilson, not Hanks).
It looks like the monstrous nice guy from "the Goonies." I cannot remember his name for the life of me though.
You should ask Keck and Frizzelle to pay you so you can move into an apartment.
@ 33: Sloth.
"Sloth love Chunk!"
looks like leather face from that Texas chain saw movie.
I love you Matt. I wasn't going to read that because it was so long, but then I saw it was from you. Shoulda made it a bit shorter, I bet no one's reading it.
Where's my credit?!
Keanu Reeves minus face
Do you live in an alley?
Or some overpriced shitty hipster place in SLU owned by Vulcan..?
Do you wake up smelling like boones farm and fetid urine or like indignant infantilism?
She lives in the basement of a beautiful house owned by some kindly old people that let her have great parties in the back yard.
Callie made me do it!
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