Cory

Kobe Bryant died 6 years ago. People forgot about him after just a week since he was gone. And he was a basketball legend. You're literally a nobody. Realize no one cares if you live or die. So live your life the way you want anyway. Take risks so you don't live in regret.

Car payments in this current economy is OUT. I’ll be fixing up my car until it has 500k miles, idc lol.

#Bucks Giannis Antetokounmpo on IG: "Deer district should be packed right now 💯" Agreed

@MINHxDYNASTY @FlylerMallo

sports betting is retarded sports betting on baseball is extremely retarded

The day I won $50,000 was supposed to feel life changing… DraftKings and Bleacher Report blasted it everywhere. I was the big winner, the poster boy, the guy everyone wanted to be. But here’s what nobody saw. Within 24 hours, I had gambled every dollar away. Not because I was stupid…but because I was sick. The night after losing it aIl, I vividly remember… Lying in bed alone, phone still in my hand, screen close to my face… staring at numbers that meant nothing but pain. Empty. Numb. Sick to my stomach. Those same posts that made me look like a hero had “gamble responsibly” written at the bottom. I was the irresponsible gambler… front and center… and nobody had a clue. The next morning I put on a fake smile, drove to work, and chased bets at red lights. People were dapping me up saying, Congrats bro, you’re up big! They didn’t know I’d lost everything the night before. That’s the truth about this addiction… it’s silent, it’s lonely, and it destroys you quietly. I’m sharing this because you don’t have to live like that. I’m a grateful gambler in recovery today. If you’re hurting, hiding, or feel trapped…You’re not alone. My DMs are open. Blaise B❤️

My gambling addiction didn’t start with losing… it started with winning. A $117,000 first-TD parlay turned into almost $450,000 in a month. I thought I was untouchable… buying gifts for everyone, covering every dinner, buying whole bars shots… I always made sure everyone else was good. But I wasn’t. When the winning stopped, I didn’t. I chased everything. And at night, while everyone I loved slept, I’d lie in the dark with my phone lighting up my face… losing money I didn’t have, feeling myself slowly disappear. The worst part wasn’t the money… it was who I became. Lying to everyone. Lying to myself. Smiling in public while I was destroying my life in private… losing the trust of the people who loved me most. Every night I’d say, “I’m done.” Every morning I’d wake up and check the lines before I checked on the people I loved…a spouse, a sick parent, a newborn child. That’s a kind of sadness I wouldn’t wish on anyone. If you’re living like that… hiding, hurting, exhausted… I see you. I was you and you are me. My DMs are open. You don’t have to go through this alone. Blaise B❤️

Bro, control your urges. Stop letting old habits drag you back. Break the pattern. Chase earned dopamine, not cheap hits. Real dopamine comes with receipts. Build strength until discipline feels natural. Keep choosing that version of you. The old cycle cracks every time you do.

you got two choices: 1. lock in now 2. regret it in summer

Bro, control your urges. Stop allowing yourself to fall back into bad habits. Break the cycle. Chase real dopamine and become strong.

having your parents in your life is one of the most forgotten luxuries of life

the older i get, i completely understand why some people go off the grid and live their lives in private.

A two-for-one poster special.

A 40-piece for the record books.

Happy birthday, Michael!

A standing O for Willy in his first game back in MKE 🥹

Preseason fights just mean more

7️⃣0️⃣ wins! The @Brewers own the best record in baseball and are the first team to reach the 70-win mark 😤

YOUR FIRST-PLACE MILWAUKEE @BREWERS 🗣️

Bro to bro: Never get your haircut on the day of a special event.