Will-Rankin

This is not Islamophobia, this is the truth.

@hellbenthagen If I call it an international will you drop the price?

I had a guy lined up to buy this one but yesterday he changed his mind, so its up for grabs. 2022 Mack Anthem 445 hp / 1850 torque 13 speed HD mDrive transmission 2.26 RAR Dana axles Disc brakes Command Steer Ultra interior package 10 mpg truck with the right person behind the wheel. $55,000 but if you call it a volvo its $60,000, because their resale is higher.

@alt_w_v_g Posts like this remind me as much of an asshole I can be, I’m not that asshole that can’t have fun watching kids have fun.

Saturday afternoon My kid's soccer game I'm in the cargo shorts Capri Sun in pocket three Backup batteries in pocket five You never know Timex on Folding chair set up six feet from any other parent On purpose By 1:04 a dad on the other team was screaming Not encouraging Screaming At a referee who is legally not old enough to drive to this game The kids are five Half of them are running the wrong direction One kid just did a cartwheel at midfield And this man wants a replay review His wife whispered something to him He did not lower his voice She moved her chair three feet to the left I've seen that move before My wife does it at every professional appointment I attend It means "I don't know this person" Rolex Ron was there too Standing Arms crossed Sunglasses on His kid touched the ball once With his shin Ron clapped like it was a goal It was not a goal The game ended I don't know the score Neither do the kids The only person who tracked it was the screaming dad He told everyone in the parking lot it was 4-3 No one asked My daughter ran over She said "dad I had so much fun" Not "we won" Not "I scored" Just "I had fun" Five years old and she already understands something half the parents on that sideline never will I handed her the Capri Sun Loaded the chairs Timex still ticking Sent from my iPhone

@Amelia558rs 23 and they’re sitting on my car

Tell honestly..??

@KateriSeraphina I would have sat down and thought, well, that was easy. You must have been a special kind of hell that he compromised with just to keep the peace.

Anonyme, fiction ?, Je n’ai pas divorcé parce que mon mari m’a trompée. Je l’ai quitté parce qu’un dimanche soir, il écoutait les interviews d’après-match pendant que notre chien faisait une crise sur le tapis du salon. Et parce qu’une fois tout terminé, il m’a dit que j’aurais dû le rappeler mieux. Je ne fuis pas un homme violent. Je quitte un homme « bien ». Un de ceux dont tout le monde dit : c’est un bon gars. Je quitte surtout un adulte qui, pendant vingt ans, a refusé de prendre réellement ses responsabilités. Je m’appelle Linda, j’ai 52 ans. À l’extérieur, mon mari est irréprochable : il accueille tout le monde au piano, aide les voisins quand une voiture ne démarre pas, allume le barbecue en août, apporte le vin aux dîners. Il travaille, ne boit pas, ne crie pas. Ma mère dirait : C’est un homme bon. Il adore ce chien. Mais un soir, assise sur une chaise en plastique dans une clinique vétérinaire d’urgence, j’ai compris une chose essentielle : L’amour, ce n’est pas dire « je vais m’en occuper ». L’amour, c’est se souvenir de ce qui maintient en vie ceux qu’on aime. Notre chien s’appelle Nino. Nino n’est pas un chien de concours. C’est un vieux chien croisé, plein de mauvaises habitudes, avec un cœur immense et une épilepsie sévère. Pour aller bien, il a besoin d’un comprimé tous les soirs à 19 heures précises. Pas à 19 h 30. Pas quand on y pense. Tous les jours. Sans exception. Pendant des années, j’ai été le système d’exploitation de la maison. Je sais quand les factures tombent. Quel médecin appeler. Où sont les papiers. Quel médicament Nino prend, et à quelle heure. Mon mari, lui, aide. Si je demande de sortir la poubelle, il la sort. Si je fais une liste, il fait les courses. Mais penser, organiser, anticiper, se souvenir… c’est moi. Je porte toute la charge mentale. Dimanche dernier, j’étais de garde à l’hôpital. Le service était saturé, impossible de partir. Je l’ai appelé à 17 h 30. Je lui ai dit qu’il y avait à manger au frigo. Et surtout : à 19 heures, la pilule de Nino. Le pilulier bleu est sur la table. Mets un réveil. Il m’a répondu oui, sans inquiétude. La radio sportive tournait derrière lui. À 18 h 45, je lui ai envoyé un message : Nino – pilule dans 15 minutes. Il a répondu ok. Je suis rentrée à 21 h 30. Silence. Nino n’était pas à la porte. Mon mari était dans le fauteuil. La radio allumée. Une boîte à pizza sur la table. Où est Nino ? Il a répondu, hésitant : C’était bizarre tout à l’heure… J’ai senti mon cœur tomber. Je l’ai trouvé coincé entre une chaise et le mur. Raide. De la mousse à la bouche. Les pattes secouées par une crise incontrôlable. Depuis combien de temps ? Une heure ? Plus ? Je n’ai pas crié. J’ai fait ce que je fais toujours : j’ai géré. Je l’ai porté, mis dans la voiture, conduit aux urgences vétérinaires, avec la peur d’arriver trop tard. Des heures d’attente. La peur. La facture. Nino a survécu, sous sédatif. Quand je suis rentrée à 3 h 30 du matin, mon mari m’attendait sur le pas de la porte. Alors ? Il va bien ? Puis il a dit la phrase qui a tout brisé : J’écoutais les interviews, j’ai été distrait. Tu aurais dû me rappeler à sept heures. À ce moment-là, j’ai compris. Ce n’était pas la pilule. C’était le fait que, pour lui, la responsabilité n’a jamais été la sienne. Si quelque chose va mal, c’est toujours parce que je n’ai pas assez contrôlé. Je lui ai dit calmement : Je ne suis pas ta mère. Je ne suis pas ta secrétaire. Je t’ai appelée. Je t’ai écrit. La seule façon d’être sûre aurait été de quitter l’hôpital pour le faire moi-même. Et si je dois tout faire, dis-moi : à quoi tu sers ici ? Il a tenté de se justifier. Il a parlé de la pelouse qu’il avait tondue. Je lui ai répondu non. Tu exécutes. Moi, je porte tout. Et ce soir, ta distraction a failli tuer quelqu’un que j’aime. Aujourd’hui, je fais des cartons. Nino est près de la porte. Il est encore fatigué, mais il sait qu’on part. Il n’a pas besoin d’explications. Je ne pars pas parce que je n’aime plus mon mari. Je pars parce que je refuse d’être la seule adulte dans la pièce. Parce qu’un partenaire n’est pas quelqu’un qui aide quand on le lui demande. Un partenaire voit. Se souvient. Se soucie. J’ai ouvert la portière de la voiture. Allez, Nino. Il est monté lentement, sans qu’on le lui dise. Moi, pour la première fois, j’ai arrêté de conduire toute ma vie pendant que quelqu’un d’autre dormait à l’arrière. #fblifestyle

@loyalmoses Thank you.

@unklegrumpy62 Gorgeously clean!!!

My F450 can NEVER be a lifetime ranch truck... they are designed to become obsolete. Updates are required, not easily user serviceable, the tech will fail and eventually the government will digitally end-of-life them. My 1985 F250 will be around forever. You can wrench on it, and it doesn't require special tools, and it can't be digitally bricked. Which truck would you rather have? ... and don't say Dodge/RAM or Chevy, because we all know you are just lying.

@JayWeber3 This chippie looks like one of those troll things old ladies put in front of their bingo cards.

Imagine how effed up and crazy you need to be in order to be denied a reality show. The entire genre revolves around effed up and crazy.

@TiffanyFong At my age I’m back to carpet bombing like a 4 year old

@oelma__ How do you feel about ketchup?

What can I put in canned green beans to improve their flavor? I hate them, but we're on a budget and have plenty of them.

@GovEvers What a tool.

Kathy and I are sending warm wishes for a happy Eid to all those celebrating across our state this evening. Eid Mubarak!

@Amelia558rs I see London, I see France, I see your underpants.

@ennui365 While I didn't know it when I was young, my American dream was raising my children to be more successful personally and professionally than I was. Between my wife and myself we succeeded. My wife deserves more credit than I do.

@DoctorLemma I was at an outdoor concert where some woman gave a dude a bj on the hill. It was the eighties so it didn't go anywhere. In todays amoral world...one can imagine how that would have turned out had it taken off.

Sixteen years ago, one man stood alone on a grassy hill at a music festival in Washington State, USA, and started dancing by himself. People glanced over and looked away. Some laughed. His roommate leaned in and warned him people were filming him. He did not stop. Then one stranger got up and joined him. Then another. Then the hillside tipped. Within minutes, hundreds of people were sprinting from across the field to be part of something that, thirty seconds earlier, had been one man being laughed at in a field. Someone filming from higher up the hill said quietly: "See what one man can do. One man can change the world." The clip spread across the internet in 2009. Entrepreneur Derek Sivers played it at a TED conference to explain how movements actually begin. Not with the first person brave enough to start, he argued, but with the first person willing to join them. Collin Wynter, the man dancing alone, later said he had no idea he had done anything special. He was just tired of watching everyone sit still.

@modernhistory A Tale of Two Mammary's. It was a titillating film about one woman's eventual struggle with gravity.

Name This 1950's Classic

@BTCBreadMan It's none of your business. Stay out of it.

My best friend is 36 years old. He’s been married for 7 years, but they still don’t have a joint bank account. He and his wife literally Venmo each other for half a meal out, or half of the gas bill. How do I kindly explain to him that they are acting like unserious children?

@FarmGirlCarrie My kids were taught to perceive a threat and walk away. If that didn't work they could swing first as a last resort. Nose, third button on the shirt or the nuts. I'd defend them and let the admin know my kid would not be punished for the suspension if it came to that.

Question of the Day…

One week ago it was 70 degrees no snow on the ground. Then Mother Nature said hold my wine.

@MichelleFaretta NW of Green Bay a couple of feet or more. Big drifts. Gotta love this shit.

❄️ Just about 7” at 7AM in western Waukesha County. Expected maybe 2 more… Slick AF under it all after 16 hours of rain. 🪏Y’all up north folk … how are you holding up? What’d you end up with? How much more expected?