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How could the clouds tease us into thinking it might rain? How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change? Mean Sleep-Cree Summer & Lenny Kravitz

A professional cornhole player with no arms and legs has been accused of murder in Charles County. fox5dc.com/news/dayton-we…

@MarlaFights @fox5dc Damn. I knew TERFs don't read sources but this is ridiculous.

@fox5dc Why don't you creeps ever say the sex when it's a man. I bet my life it's a man.

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i was just trying to move Gyarados from his tiny little pond yall wtfffff

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Happy 7th anniversary to the all time greatest soap headline x

Remember when the cops showed up at the home of a woman in Miami Beach in January and told her to stop posting pro-Palestine content and criticizing the mayor? I am THRILLED to share that we just filed a First Amendment lawsuit on her behalf, alleging past and ongoing violations of her 1A rights

My mother once "threatened" to make my brother (6) and I (4) sleep outside of we didn't get our room cleaned up. So we decided that we should probably spend the rest of the day preparing to sleep outside because that would be WAY easier than cleaning our room. Our bright idea was to dig holes for us to sleep in so we could cover ourselves in leaves and sticks to act as blankets. So instead of my mom finding her sons cleaning their room, she found them digging their own graves in the back yard.

9 YEARS OF BAD LUCK IF YOU DON'T SAY HI TO CHIBI

Millions of children around the world grew up watching a giggling baby face inside a cartoon sun. Nobody knew who she was for nearly two decades. Her name is Jess Smith. In 1996, a health visitor at a hospital in Edenbridge, England noticed a particularly smiley nine month old baby girl and passed her name to a television production company that was looking for happy faces. Her mother Anji brought her in one afternoon. They sat little Jess in front of a camera. She laughed and smiled at her dad. That was the whole session. The family was paid £250, which is roughly three hundred dollars, and given a box of toys to take home. Nobody said anything about royalties. Nobody thought there was anything to discuss. It was just a funny little job. A bit of extra money. They did not hear anything back until Jess was eighteen months old, when a letter arrived saying she had been chosen. The face of that giggling baby would go on to open every single episode of Teletubbies, a children's television programme that aired on the BBC in the United Kingdom and on PBS in the United States from 1997 to 2001. It was broadcast in dozens of countries and dozens of languages. By the year 2000, just three years after launch, the franchise had generated over a billion pounds in merchandise sales alone. Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa Laa and Po became some of the most recognised characters on earth. And at the start of every episode, beaming out from inside a cartoon sun over Teletubbyland, was Jess. Only her family knew. For nearly two decades she kept it completely to herself. Not out of any legal reason. Simply out of shyness. She grew up in Kent, went to school, lived a normal life, and quietly carried this enormous secret that millions of children around the world had no idea about. In 2014, during her first week at Canterbury Christ Church University in England, her class played a getting to know you game. Each student had to share something about themselves that nobody would ever guess. Jess told them. She posted about it on Facebook the same day. "I used to hide it," she wrote, "but after a lot of encouragement from my friends at university, I've gained the confidence to come out with it. I am the sun from Teletubbies." She was 19 years old. "I am really happy, cheerful and giggly," she added. "When I told my friends they said they could see me in the sun baby face. I still have a baby face. I haven't changed much. I am still giggly."

High Profile (Part 1)

"Pft. Dude, check out this online poll." "Hm?" "If you had to be haunted, is it better or worse if the ghost is attractive?" "Eh." "It's obviously better. Like what kind of moron would answer—" "Worse." "Huh." "It is objectively worse to be haunted by an attractive ghost." "Really." "It happened to my Uncle Dale." "Your Uncle Dale was haunted." "Hot Girl Haunted." "Come on." "By a drop-dead gorgeous 18-year-old prom queen who dropped dead in his arms." "What?" "She ran out into the street and ate the front grill of his Chevy Silverado at 60 MPH." "Holy shit." "Yeah." "Why'd she do that?" "Well, it wasn't on purpose. She was blinded by the tears in her eyes." "Dude." "Her high school sweetheart, the prom king, was going off to college after graduation, and he decided the King and Queen Dance was the right time to break the news." "Damn." "She literally ran sobbing out of the auditorium, straight into her untimely chrome-plated demise." "Sic Semper Tyrannis, bro." "Yeah. She was in the running to be Miss Mississippi." "What a dick." "After the police took his statement, they let my uncle go home and he woke up around 3 am that very night to discover her ethereal, diaphonous silhouette wandering the halls of his double-wide in search of her one true love." "Okay so like, yeah, that sucks. But at least he wasn't being haunted by the Nun. Or that freaky puppet from Poltergeist." "That was his attitude too, at first. Who complains about having a pretty girl around?" "Right?" "Even if she is dead." "Beggars and choosers, bro. I've had girlfriends in bed who could flatline an EKG." "But problems quickly arose." "Like what? "Well, for one: having a nubile intangible nymph wandering around your home in a flowing see-through shroud can be a little, uh, agitating." "Ah. You're saying the gauzy buxom beauty was giving him ghostly blue balls." "Right." "He didn't—" "No, no. It wouldn't be right." "Yeah." "He killed her after all." "I was gonna say." "But the hard part was convincing the barflies." "Barflies?" "My uncle is kind of the lothario of his local dive scene." "Ah." "There's no three-toothed saloon slattern he can't two-step his way into a one-night stand." "Huh. Who knew trolling for trollop was so numeric?" "He always says it's a numbers game. But when you're trying to bag busted biddy baddies, the last thing you need is a pallid supple siren moaning in eternal lamentation." "I'm seeing the problem now." "Hell, one grizzled guttersnipe accused my uncle of being a Drake-style necrophile." "Yeesh." "You know what my uncle said?" "What?" "Don't worry. She's dead, but she's of age." "Oof. And how'd that go over?" "About as well as the prom queen." "Yeah, you gotta save stuff like that for the third date." "Needles to say, my uncle's love life experienced its own undeath for a few years—" "I bet." "—until he met a librarian who was Hot Guy Haunted." "Hot Guy Haunted?" "She accidentally knocked over an unanchored steel bookshelf with a pushcart and crushed a Clavicular impersonator to death." "Clavicular? The guy who got a cortisol spike because he got framemogged by the ASU frat leader while jestergooning?" "The one and the same." "Huh. I didn't know he had impersonators." "Anyway, they decided as two haunted people in a desolate, forsaken world that they should just settle for what they had and try to make it work." "Like most people who find love in middle age." "But what they didn't expect is that their looksmaxxed apparitions fell in love with each other immediately and eloped to High Tier Heaven." "High Tier Heaven?" "It's the endless Elysian fields for the Eloi, where the Truest Chads and Stacys ascend to rule forever in courtly celestial splendor." "Oh. Uh, so it's a happy ending then." "Well..." "Did your uncle and the librarian stay together?" "Nope. They broke up the next day without saying a word." "What? Why?" "Well, they both realized what it meant." "Huh?" "As two earthbound uggos, they just got ghosted by their Giga-tier ghosts and, haunted by this lingering morlockian shame, they ghosted each other." --- [g][title: Hot Girl Haunted]

A versão de PC do game Animal Crossing (GC), está ganhando uma versão para Linux, que rodará no PortMaster. Isso signigica que portáteis como R36S ou a lina H700 da ANBERNIC poderão rodar o game nativamente. Isso é impressionante, mostra o poder das versões recompiladas!

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there is an episode where jenny is stuck speaking Japanese after losing her english disc and it is so wonderfully moe, all thanks to her VA Janice Kawaye being fluent

Rosebuds 2/9 - Maria the Matchmaker (2/7)