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The Ramen Monsters

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Published: Jul 8, 2008

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Taken on July 4, 2008, at Anime Expo in Los Angeles, with a disposable camera. These ramen monsters appear to be the result of some kind of scientific experiment gone wrong. Apparently, they want to avoid getting eaten at all costs...

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JDWasabi

Jul 16, 2008

lol!! Awesome and random xD

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