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Apparently, Ass, and Drunk: snarling-through-our-smiles I once lost my keys at a frat house. My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully- disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out do not remember The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I'd never been at a frat house in broad daylight before. A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. "I lost my keys in here last night, I called back. "I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?" He opened the door and gestured for me o come in. "Go wherever you want." I'd never seen a frat house post-party Derore. Wandering up the stairs a by hungover and still-drunk frat boys sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I'm sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination. I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller- esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed. "Do you like dog movies?" he asked, voice from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket. I told him I did. e mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking my keys. "Sorry, I haven't seen any keys around bere I didn't doubt him. Twenty minutes had passed. I'd searched just about every bedroom and nuclear- at dumn-site of a bathroom in that house. I'd given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates' forgiveness and get a new set copied. As I stood there in the hallway, silently a particularly burly frat boy approached me. "You need help with something? "I lost my keys here last night and I can't find them, I've looked everywhere. "What do they look like? I'll put it into the group chat. He was already pulling out his phone. No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. "Um, it's just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can't miss He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat. "Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck. e turned and left. And with that, A few moments later, I heard a distant and it was getting louder and louder, One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me. "Someone tell the girl!" One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. "Girl! Hey, GIRL! We found your keys, girl!!! They circled around me. I hadn't felt that old, One of them split himself off from the crowd. "Are these -"he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, "your keys? And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring. "Yes,"I whispered. "Oh my god, yes." "EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYYYY!!" The cheer went up. Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of "no problems" and then, just suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night. gatorfisch THIS is boys will be boys Nice Frathouse
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Advice, College, and Fresh: How many Tme FAILED iMes To Secome Sw cCessf e@cEoCHARLTE gce FATLED FAILED 2002fashion n Hots & erey) 2003erchol Online Serth Engine) Spit%Gome Con (xop Hop music Site FAILED 2605-2007 2007-2 YFTLED 007-20os SYG management (Arist Menagement coy) %- Now Travs Porter Street ket cess 2olo-Now Multi atium Record ceocharlie It took me 7 years of failure to become an over night success... I wanted to use this as motivation for everyone who has been trying and has those thoughts of quitting... You have to keep going! Each failure set me up for my next step. Every step of the way hurt... Each time I had to move on... Especially in 2007 when I dropped out of college to become a camera man for soulja boy. I dropped just about everything in my life to chase an opportunity Just 4-5 months later I got fired... Fell flat on my face. That is when I wanted to go into artist management. I signed a girl group and got them a record deal with Interscope records.... thought at that point my life was about to change! About 5 months later they let me go as their manager for "Ciara's" manager back then. I just couldn't get anywhere... Kept falling flat on my face....But I picked myself back up.. Pulled myself out of my depression and met "Travis Porter" this same week 8 years ago. I finally got my first success in business! After years of passing out Cds with my own 2 hands with my business partners... We have gone on to sell millions and millions in music with our company street execs with Travis Porter, 2 Chainz, bankroll fresh, young Dolph and many others.... We've been nominated for Grammys and have had 8 world tours. It simply takes time... Use my story as your motivation... My advice to you is... Make mistakes faster... And get up stronger! Share this with a friend gucci-flipflops: Motivation

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Ass, Basketball, and Booty: When a nigga said good game & you was on the bench There’s a borderline between savagery and disrespect. Dunking on a nigga with ur sack on his nose like a set of glasses is savagery. Telling ya momma suck my dick is disrespectful, but this right here, chief said ain’t it. This will get your ticket punch and teeth knocked straight out. It’s my junior high school basketball team. We nothing but a bunch of brown shirts from 2k. The tallest kid was 5’7 and our Coach, Mr.Andre breath smelled like booty residue. Nigga be yelling out plays and my nose takes a time out. During practice we ain’t do nothing but layup lines and watch him miss shots he said we should make. Lead by example my nigga. We on our way for the first game of the season. The bus ride coach giving us a prep talk but nobody listening. One kid even yelled out” didn’t your wife leave you?”. Like this dude was a joke! We get to the gym and it’s like we in the wrong ball division. They tallest player could slap box God on his knees. These was not no “8th graders”. I look across the court and the coach does a full blown 360 Vince carter dunk with a Backwood behind his ear. I swore I seen one of them pull up with his son. My ass ain’t leave that bench once. Coach was so disrespectful. Half time came and when we headed to the locker room he told me it was best I stayed where I was. Our squad ended up getting smacked 90 to 23. These boys done ran up the score for no reason. One nigga went got his dick suck and came back for buckets. End of game we dapping everyone up. Thier coach came up to our coach like good game. Coach Dre got so heated and tried to throw a hit. Outta no where they 5ft pg with hoop mixtape bunnies hop on our coach back and it was the end for him. Coach Dre got stomped out in the gym. Refs was watching ain’t even passing out techs. We not invited to IS 38 no mo.They had the nerve to say “Good game”. Ain’t shit good about this game. I was more mad about not playing then the L. Coach Andre got stomped out in they home gym. It was quiet bus ride back to school. Coach Andre resigned after we went 0-10. Caption: @genuineguy
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Ass, Basketball, and Booty: When a nigga said good game & you was on the bench There’s a borderline between savagery and disrespect. Dunking on a nigga with ur sack on his nose like a set of glasses is savagery. Telling ya momma suck my dick is disrespectful, but this right here, chief said ain’t it. This will get your ticket punch and teeth knocked straight out. It’s my junior high school basketball team. We nothing but a bunch of brown shirts from 2k. The tallest kid was 5’7 and our Coach, Mr.Andre breath smelled like booty residue. Nigga be yelling out plays and my nose takes a time out. During practice we ain’t do nothing but layup lines and watch him miss shots he said we should make. Lead by example my nigga. We on our way for the first game of the season. The bus ride coach giving us a prep talk but nobody listening. One kid even yelled out” didn’t your wife leave you?”. Like this dude was a joke! We get to the gym and it’s like we in the wrong ball division. They tallest player could slap box God on his knees. These was not no “8th graders”. One of them had a son. I look across the court and the coach does a full blown 360 Vince carter dunk with a Backwood behind his ear. I swore I seen one of them pull up with his son. My ass ain’t leave that bench once. Coach was so disrespectful. Half time came and when we headed to the locker room he told me it was best I stayed where I was. Our squad ended up getting smacked 90 to 23. These boys done ran up the score for no reason. One nigga went got his dick suck and came back for buckets. End of game we dapping everyone up. Thier coach came up to our coach like good game. Coach Dre got so heated and tried to throw a hit. Outta no where they 5ft pg with hoop mixtape bunnies hop on our coach back and it was the end for him. Coach Dre got stomped out in the gym. Refs was watching ain’t even passing out techs. We not invited to IS 38 no mo.They had the nerve to say “Good game”. Ain’t shit good about this game. I was more mad about not playing then the L. Coach Andre got stomped out in they home gym. It was quiet bus ride back to school. Coach Andre resigned after we went 0-10.
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Beautiful, Elf, and Fire: takennnvworst wound at this par, having ooked my last upon thatHaugh henceforth I will call nothing fai which is fairest. iniess it be her gift to me ased her for one hair from her golden head. What was it? She gave me three This is my favorite fucking scene If you've read the Simarillion, you know who Feanor was. If you don't, Feanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils three indescibably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth It is thought that the inspiration for the Silmarils came to Feanor from the sight of Galadriel's shining. silver-gold hair He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young. Galadriels ability to see into other's hearts was very strong, and she knew that Feanor was illed with nothing but fire and greed Fast forward to the end of the Third Age Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel's beauty. During the scene where she's passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship. Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn t know what to offer a Dwarf Gimli tells her no gold, no treasure.just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by She gives him three. Three. And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she's just given him, but he's going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway Just look at that smile on Legolas's face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I'm pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can't be friends after all Everyone look at this great fucking post maire awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM Not mine but wow
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Alive, America, and Anaconda: Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump Follow In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room Today, we CUT THE RED TAPE! It is time to SET FREE OUR DREAMS and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! WH Gov TODAY 0:12 2.55M views 3:35 PM-14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid Ф @JoyAnnReid Following Every one of those pages protects your food from being filled with rat droppings, spoiled meat out of your deli, lead out of your paint, your child's medicine from being defective & corporations from polluting the air you breathe or dumping medical waste in the water you wade in Donald J. Trump@realDonaldTrump In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room... 0:38 6:36 PM -14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h company becaus profitable to cut corners. And if no one's looking, people cut corners. Deregulation is not so good if you value clean air, water and safe food, medicine and workplaces. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Deregulation is designed to do only one thing: make corporations more profitable, by reducing the cost of doing business. Making products cleaner and safer costs money. Making workplaces safe and clean costs money. Keeping the air clean means less drilling, so less money. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Donald Trump is a president straight out of the 1920s. Cal Coolidge has nothing on him. 164 880 4.2 feynites: bogleech: themightyglamazon: jumpingjacktrash: oh my god. let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon. picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then. every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising. i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog. i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then. i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning. i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes. or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window. ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas. remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam? i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water. and now look at it. i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know? if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kind who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late. I enforce federal worker health and safety and pollution regulations.  When I was learning my trade, when my classmates and I were having a chuckle over the “well duh” level of specificity written into the Code of Federal Regulations (try “no hazardous material shall be stored in crew berthing” on for size), I will never forget the silence that followed when our instructor spoke these words: “Your regulations are written in blood.” These regulations were not written on a whim. They were written because someone thought they could cut costs by storing however many more pounds of a radioactive, toxic, carcinogenic, or whatever else material in the same rooms where the human beings they paid to transport those materials slept, and then did that, because no one was telling them not to.  They were written because people died. Horrifically. Because unregulated capitalism values profit over human life and suffering.  Can I say it again, for those not paying attention?  Unregulated capitalism values profit over human life and suffering. Do we also need to fucking talk about the Radium Girls again who slowly fucking rotted alive because the company they worked for deliberately hid knowledge of radium’s effects on living matter? I’m gonna talk about it. It’s depressing and dark as hell, but if anyone ever thinks to themselves that companies will just regulate out of a sense of civic duty or basic human morality, and don’t need outside enforcement, then they need to keep this story in mind. United States Radium Corporation that knew radium was lethal, and hired factory girls to work at painting watches with glow-in-the-dark radium faces. To emphasize - they knew radium was lethal and dangerous. Scientists who worked with it wore safety equipment and knew better than to touch it with bare skin. The factory girls, on the other hand, were instructed by their employers to keep the tips of their paint brushes pointed by sucking them between their lips. An act that guaranteed that they were ingesting small amounts of radium daily. They were told that radium was safe, and in small doses even good for you - United States Radium Corporation had paid for ‘studies’ and promoted other products which used small amounts of radium, and had branded at as, basically, a medicinal curative that just need to be doled out in appropriate dosages. This was bullshit, and not even bullshit which the company higher ups could reasonably be expected to actually believe on all levels, with the information that they had readily at hand. What they knew was that a small amount of radium wouldn’t kill you right away, and that there was a two year statute of limitations on workers compensation claims. When the girls began dying and the finger was pointed at radium, the president of the United States Radium Corporation had an independent researcher investigate the claim. The research established that the link between the girls’ deaths and radium was clear. The company, not liking that result, covered up the independent research and hired other people to simply state that this was not the case. Of course, by this point there were dying factory workers who were literally glowing in the goddamn dark, whose bones had become so infused with radium that they were visibly radioactive in their autopsies (when said bones weren’t just falling out of them while they were alive, anyway), so of course the company was forced to admit - oh wait, no, they started stealing dead women’s bones from morgues so that they could dispute their causes of death. Like. Let’s be clear. United States Radium Corporation didn’t just fail to keep their workers sufficiently informed, they didn’t just not investigate things well enough, which would have been bad enough on its own. They told their employees to ingest a deadly substance, and when those DYING WOMEN got together with their last breaths to try and make the world aware of what was going on, purely to try and keep it from killing all the other girls who might get jobs in factories (because they were all doomed to painful cancerous death themselves), they paid for hush-ups and cover-ups and fake studies, and stooped to full-on grave robbing to keep people from finding out that they were killing women in droves. There were factory workers giving testimonies as they physically fell apart on their death beds. The company’s response was not to even revise workers’ regulations to be more safe. It was entirely, 100%, to lie about it, so they could keep making money and keep killing their workers. And do you want to know what happened to that company? To the United States Radium Corporation? It eventually became The Safety Light Corporation, and was decommissioned in 2005. The radium girls were dying in the late 1920′s. The company that killed them didn’t even go under with them, didn’t even die when their efforts to raise awareness actually resulted in better and more stringent regulations. So the prospect that better regulations will hurt a corporation are laughable. Even the corporations that deserve to be destroyed by them still manage to do alright when they’re forced to make less money and kill fewer people. Boo hoo, how sad for them. But inadequate regulations will kill actual human people. Full stop. Some companies will still adhere to ethics, sure, some will have people in charge or on various levels who care and can intervene. But not all of them. And the United States Radium Corporation was just ONE company. One company, that had no regulations to hold it accountable, that decided it didn’t care - and so many women died horrible, horrible deaths for it. Do not ever let anyone kid you about the ramifications of deregulation. And do not forget that people who died, with their dying breath, fought to establish regulations to keep you safe. Anyone who takes them away is spitting on their graves.
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Anime, Crying, and Dad: all 81%. 17:40 be in high SC /r9k/42628703 5 hours ago Anonymous 42628703 >be in high school, year 11 at the beginning of the year i end up befriending a fellow called Max the more i get to know him the more i find out he is a massive fighting anime nerd and absolutely loves martial arts and has even gone so far as to teach himself Tijutsu from Naruto, however no one else seems to know other than his close friends also in thia class is a bully called Sykesey who is nigh on impervious to trouble because the school gives him an easy time because his dad left trouble starts when Max knocks a test tube out of Sykseys hand by accident after class Skysey confronts Max and gives him a punch to the stomach and claps his ears and tells Max to "know your place prick" Max then utters a phrase, through his tears that i will never forget >"So begins the 5th great ninja 0 wat.Png little did i know that Max was going to conduct a all out war against Syksey after the weekend has passed, Max comes into school and tells his friends to find Syksey because "this ends today >Legit think hes going to shoot the school up or something he goes to the bathroom and returns in a black Gi and he has the makeup of fucking Hashirama Seniu whatthefuck. 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Png confronts Syksey in the dinner room courtyard Max clasps his hands together and yells "WOOD STYLE, WILLIW LIMBS JUTSU!" >Syksey doesnt seem to give a shit and throws a punch at Max feints the punch and gives him three consecutive cracks to the side with his forearms >Syksey is pissed and goes ape mode Max keeps fucking dodging Syksey and lightly slaps him each time Syksey misses >Syksey is in a blind rage after a while Syksey is slowing down Max makes more handsigns and then yells "WOOD STYLE, OAK LIMBS JUSTU" begins pummling Skysey with his fists and palms beats him so severely that Sykey begins bleeding continues to beat him until Skysey passes out Thus the first battle was concluded 7 REPLIES H+ 、11 81 % 17:40 >be in high sc rSk/42628703 AC : Anonymous 4 hours ago 42629676 >>42629543 Part Il- Tooth retrieval arc >so things were mostly quiet after the sound beating Max gave to Syksey, bar the odd n nasty look and push in the corridor (by Syksey), things were on the whole quiet this was until an unfortunate weekend where Syksey got blind drunk with his mates and someone brought up the fact that he got beat up by a "naruto kid" >Sykseys mates think this is hilarious and wind him up into a drunkern rage >Syksey sets off to find Max Actually finds the guy when hes walking home with me from a friends house Max never saw the thing coming until Syksey jumped on him and beat him with a tree branch knocked Max's two front teeth clean out Max being the tough cookie he is is laid prone on the floor with tears running down his face and blood everywhere >when Syksey is walking away Max screams the haunting words "IM NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE, DEATH REAPER SEAL JUTSU!" before passing out this time Max looses the war is far from lost though part 3 coming soon, really sorry lads, getting fucked with assignments Anonymous 3 hours ago 42630176 Part lll- reaper death seal >So after the incident in 42629676 Max has been real upset bumped his martial arts from 2/3 sessions a weeek to every the guys is going at it HARD hes been real quiet at school too, the only coherent conversation that we can get from himk is that he wants to "Be strong enough to destroy Sykseys soul" and "i cast the death seal, i cant go back now" this guy takes his Naruto shit very seriously unexpectedly Syksey decides to return to his old bullying ways and trips Max in the corridor this is it, like a coiled spring Max begins weaving hands signs and growling legit think this kid is going to have a seizure "REAPER DEATH SEAL ohfuckthisisit.png.jpeg.exe.w inrar Max begind with a two armed claw grab at Sykseys upper arms Real pimncer grip going on because Syksey lets out a yelp from this position max yells WOOD STYLE OAKEN SKIN JUTSU" proceeds to swing his noggn forward and crack Skysey right on the uupper lip and nose like a jackhammer, Max pummles Skysey with his own Teacher tried to timidly get involves "LEAVE ME WOMAN I HAVE CAST THE SEAL >Syksey is trying to flail with his legs and catches Max on the knee and wriggles free from his grip bloody and scasred Syksey tried to run >Max stands stock still and gets into a crouching position "gate of Joy, OPEN" sprints at full tilt at the fleeing Skysey >spear tackles the fella to the ground >Max then consecutivly pummels the back of the guys head with his arms and fists until iother students pull the guy off of the bullt Max has entered beast mode thus concludes the penultimate saga 5 REPLIES Anonymous 1 hour ago 42632214 The end of the 5th great ninja ar ptl as mentioned before, Syksey was given an easy time due to Over the course of year 11 and lowwer sixth form, his fa- ther returned and brought with him Sykseys older brother, Jez mow Jez is mean, real fucking nasty piece of work and knew how to get under peoples skin at this time, Max had lost a good friend to a bus accident it, despite efforts by his other reall on himself and broiled his Now when Jez learned of this he egged Syksey on to nark on Max about it after learning what Max had done too. >Syksey begins his war of attrition against max, saying nasty shit about this friend begins sending letters to Mcax's house sig dead friend just to get under Max ay at to be exact, syksey goes all out with his bastardness and tells max that his friend probably killed himself to get away from >this hits max hard, real hard finding him later i bathrooms, hes been crying a lot but he has his Senju makeup on and its running fuckinghellthisissad.png through his tyears, Max utters 'Anon, i need to end this before i loose my ninja way >shit is Ma on Naruto? he then weaves many hand igns and says, t gritted teeth "Sage art wood release, True several thousand hands 3 REPLIES Anonymous 41 minutes ago 42632680 The end of the great 5th ninja war pt II_Valley of the Friday passes when i witness the feel that was Max g through his Senju makeup cryn >he simply finds Syksey and challenges him outright max is visibly really torn up and Syksey agrees to a fight at a local recreation ground with a shit eating smug grin >Max leaves and begins to meditate in the max misses his final classes to meditate >find him after school with bloodshot eyes and redone makeup, this time he has continued his makeup down to his shoulders and collarbone >he has his black gGi on, but instead of being tied up, its hung across his shoulders with his sleeves dangling and his arms crossed on his chest thisshitisserious.config >Max seems to be in some sort of sage mode >Me and other friends decide to follow the guy >Makes his way to the rec ground where Skysey has brought two of his friends >Maxyoucantdothis>exe try to convince him out of it, theres three fuckers there, hes going to die si brought my mates with me ik think they want to fuck you up too, like your dead friend Max, dont worry youll see him soon >Max raises his hand and beckons them >Max's friend on his left lunges straight for Max >He dodges, and brings a knee up and an elbow across this kids throat Friend lets out a yelp and falls over In order to get their friend, both others rush Max,Max dodges every single fucking blow and responds by hammering them both with his orearms this goes on, the dodging and hammering until max Breaks one of Sykseys ribs Friend who fell over is back up by this time and tackles Max from behind except he doesnt, Max, in sage mode hadnt forgotten about the other friendd and swings his leg around and catches the guy square in the stomach the kid vomits and collpases >Syksey is in rage mode and lands a punch and a other friend twats Max across the ear and splits Maxs ear 4 REPLIES 26 minutes ago max with split ear provides a road of SAGE ART WOOD RELEASE, SEVERAL THOUSAND HANDS taking a small jump backwards, Max springs, full force into Skyseys other friend and floors the guy on top of him, Max relases a flurry of punches straight into the guys nose and face Max isnt stopping until, Skysey runs into Max this is it, the final fight >Skysey brings his body at full speed, trying to hit Max jumpes out of the way and brings his knee up into Sykseys >a sicken ing crunch ensues while prone on thwe floor Max mounts Syksey and begins hammerng his fists against Sykesys back an wailing and roaring through his tears, Max continues to pummel Syksey takes me and 4 of his friends to pull him off of sey while laid on the ground, Max utters '"I avenged you my friend, please rest in peace thus ended the 5th great shinobi war or 3 REPLIES Narutard goes sage mode
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America, Bad, and Cars: Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump Follow In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room Today, we CUT THE RED TAPE! It is time to SET FREE OUR DREAMS and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! WH Gov TODAY 0:12 2.55M views 3:35 PM-14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid Ф @JoyAnnReid Following Every one of those pages protects your food from being filled with rat droppings, spoiled meat out of your deli, lead out of your paint, your child's medicine from being defective & corporations from polluting the air you breathe or dumping medical waste in the water you wade in Donald J. Trump@realDonaldTrump In 1960, there were approximately 20,000 pages in the Code of Federal Regulations. Today there are over 185,000 pages, as seen in the Roosevelt Room... 0:38 6:36 PM -14 Dec 2017 Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h company becaus profitable to cut corners. And if no one's looking, people cut corners. Deregulation is not so good if you value clean air, water and safe food, medicine and workplaces. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Deregulation is designed to do only one thing: make corporations more profitable, by reducing the cost of doing business. Making products cleaner and safer costs money. Making workplaces safe and clean costs money. Keeping the air clean means less drilling, so less money. Joy Reid@JoyAnnReid .22h Donald Trump is a president straight out of the 1920s. Cal Coolidge has nothing on him. 164 880 4.2 jumpingjacktrash: oh my god. let me share a memory with y’all. it’s from i guess 1978 or thereabouts. it’s high summer. i don’t remember where my mom was driving me, in our avocado green chevette, i just know there was a traffic jam that turned 35w northbound into a parking lot from horizon to horizon. picture it – wait, you don’t have to use your imagination, this happened all the damn time back then. every one of those damn cars was burning leaded gasoline. there were no emissions regulations. there were no safety regulations. there were just thousands and thousands of detroit steel shoeboxes belching visible smoke as they idled, engines loud and hot, here and there a radiator giving up in the heat, a cloud of burning oil rising. i, a smeet of five or six, was choking on toxic smog. i reckon it was about a half hour into the traffic jam that i first threw up. i remember a blinding headache, i remember being confused, i remember dry heaving with my arms and head hanging out the window, the green metal of the car burning my hands and my chin. i don’t remember passing out, but i’m told i lost consciousness before mom was able to get to an off-ramp, because there were no emergency lanes on the highways back then. i lived. and life went on. what were we going to do, complain? if i’d died, the cause of death probably would’ve been recorded as heatstroke, not carbon monoxide poisoning. i know i’m probably preaching to the choir here on tumblr. but i really wish i could tell that story to the people who think deregulation is no big deal. i wish they’d put themselves in my mom’s shoes. or even just look at some old pictures, then look out the window. ever notice how cityscapes used to have that orange tint and hazy aura? yeah, that’s poison gas. remember how the mississippi river used to be a stinking soup of baby-shit yellow sludge covered with disturbingly stiff rafts of light orange foam? i can’t even find pictures of the sludge and foam, i guess they didn’t end up on the internet. the smell was indescribable. that oily shimmer. the reek of dead things. people didn’t boat on the river for pleasure; it smelled too bad, it was too ugly, and you could get super super sick if you touched the water. and now look at it. i still wouldn’t want to drink it, but if i fell in i wouldn’t bolt for the shower in a panic, you know? if the thieving billionaires get their way, we can kiss those sailboats goodbye, and learn the smell of toxic foam once more. the ultra-rich won’t even feel the extra money, they’ve already got more than they could ever touch, they just stash it in offshore accounts to rot, but the rest of us will return to a time of neverending nausea and weird cancers. a time when every elementary school class had at least one kid who’d been born with no fingers or their heart outside their body, and this was just… the way things were. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to longpost. it’s just. god. y’all have no idea how CLEAN everything is now, compared to when i was a kid. and these rich old men are counting on that, on people not knowing or not remembering how bad it was before regulation, not realizing how much we need these protections until it’s too late. edit: replaced the last pic because i accidentally grabbed lake calhoun instead of the river. now it’s the mississippi.
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Anaconda, Ass, and Bless Up: Every time I take my dog for a walk she has to stop to see her crush. It's like Romeo and Juliet So I finally hit 100 steps-minute on the stairmaster for 45 minutes which is a personal record. I'm not even gon lie like the shit was easy bruh shit damn near killt me - I was sweating and heaving like a pregnant woman at a buffet 🤰🏼🍗🍖🍕. So I text my lil homegirl to let her know and she said "ok now what." And I'm like "NOW WHAT - IS U CRAZY? SHIT DAMN NEAR KILLED ME!" And she said dead ass: "oh so you're just gonna hit that record and stop? Ok." I'm not gon lie. I was gonna be content stopping at 100 because honestly every workout shouldn't be a near-death experience. In fact, I was about to hit her with the good ol "I WANNA SEE YOU DO THAT." But three things. First, it ain't about her. She got other goals and she reaching for them goals, not mine. Secondly, she could do it if she wanted to because EVERYONE can do almost ANYTHING they put they mind to - u just gotta have the mindset that u can achieve it - I know that sound like some waxy face Tony Robbins "buy my 10 CD set for $199.99" motivational BULLSHIT but it's true! (And I ain't gon charge you two hunnit for it 😍😂). I use to not be able to do a single pull up. Now I can do over 100 with a 20 pound vest. It's just determination. Third...and most important...GETCHU SOME FRIENDS THAT'S NOT GON LET U GET COMFORTABLE. WINNING TAKE DETERMINATION. SO BE DETERMINED AND KICK SOME MF ASS. I'm now at 102 per minute and I'm hoping to hit 103 next workout. Why not? I thought 100 was the limit. U just gotta remind yourself that those limits only exist in your mind 😬. Bless up! (P.s. If I die on the stairmaster by passing out and bashing my face on the mechanical stairs and then getting sucked under the machine so my entire body folds up like a lawn chair and crumples up like a piece of paper, just bones crunching in every direction...then IT'S ALL HER FAULT AND I TAKE BACK ALL THIS SHIT ABOUT REAL FRIENDS BECAUSE IT'S A SHAM DAT BISH WAS JUST TRYINA KILL ME BLESS UP 😍😂😂😂)
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Beautiful, Elf, and Fire: l havo taken myworst wound at this parong, having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Haughthenceforth I will call nothing fai ünless it be her gift to me l'asked her for one hair from er golden head What was it? he gave me three This is my favorite fucking scene If you've read the Silmarillion, you know who Feanor was. If you don't, Feanor was the dickhead who created the Silmarils: three indescribably beautiful and magical jewels that contained the light and essence of the world before it became flawed. They were the catalyst for basically every important thing that happened in the First Age of Middle Earth. It is thought that the inspiation for the Silmarils came to Feanor from the sight of Galadriel's shining. silver-gold hair He begged her three times for single strand of her beautiful hair. And every time, Galadriel refused him. Even when she was young. Galadriel's ability to see into other's hearts was very strong. and she knew that Feanor was filled with nothing but fire and greed Fast forward to the end of the Third Age. Gimli, visiting Lorien, is also struck by Galadriel's beauty. During the scene where she's passing out her parting gifts to the Fellowship, Galadriel stops empty-handed in front of Gimli, because she doesn't know what to offer a Dwarf. Gimli tells her no gold, no treasure... just a single strand of hair to remember her beauty by She gives him three. Three. And this is why Gimli gets to be an Elf Friend, people. Because Galadriel looks at him and thinks he deserves what she refused the greatest Elf who ever lived and then twice that. And because he has no idea of the significance of what she's just given him, but he's going to treasure it the rest of his life anyway. Just look at that smile on Legolas's face in the last panel. He gets it. He knows the backstory. And I'm pretty sure this is the moment he reconsiders whether Elves and Dwarves can't be friends after all Everyone look at this great fucking post more awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM <p>This scene from Lord of The Rings via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2uWVuty">http://ift.tt/2uWVuty</a></p>
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