Johnny Grunas

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@aaliyahvtuber_ Here's To Us by Halestorm youtu.be/KC0DNLDXJW8?si…

* MEN & MEN ONLY * Tell me a song by a woman you sing with your whole chest

@maxl1am 💯

now i understand why older people are calmer… after you’ve died enough times inside, you learn to breathe, let go, and simply be

I can so relate to this... Credit: @billett_mark

Late in the Lightning vs Canadiens game EVERY SKATER on the ice took a penalty 😭

@EricDJuly Congrats on all the success, @EricDJuly ! Well earned 👊🏻

Who would’ve thought… Thank you so much for making dreams come true!

I guess you missed the moral struggles multiple characters had. The lure of absolute power, petty squabbles between human kingdoms that threaten to end the time of men, a struggle against addiction, the weighing of everlasting life and your love, the industrial revolution versus nature and craft... its like you've never even read it. Many characters have moral struggles. Hell, even the sentient trees 😆

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@memechaotic The children. Always. Why are women like this? She should be thinking the children too.

That's actually wild.

WHAT ADULT IS STILL OUT HERE EATING PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY SANDWICHES

@ThrillaRilla369 Phantasy Star. It was my first video game RPG.

For those who played video games between 1985 and 1995, what's the video game from that time that sticks with you the most, and why

@ATRightMovies Recently, actually. That Frankenstein movie on Netflix. Far better than it had any right to be 😅

You know they’re hanging out together now

Age yourself by naming an NFL quarterback you grew up watching. I’ll start: Peyton Manning.

@creepydotorg Spasm so hard you break your own back...

Very few will know what this is…

@Mr_Husky1 Man, I wish this story was true

I lied to a customer this morning. Straight to her face. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’ve been a mechanic nearly my whole life. My knuckles are always busted up, my back hasn’t stopped aching since the 90s, and I can tell what’s wrong with a car just by the sound it makes pulling in. Around here, I’m known for being fair but firm. No discounts. No drama. Fix it right, charge what it costs. That’s always been the rule. But around 8 this morning, an old Chevy limped into the lot. It was rattling so loud the birds flew off the power lines. The girl who stepped out was young. Early 20s, maybe. Tired eyes, oversized scrubs, baby seat in the back. She walked up clutching her car keys like they might fall apart too. “It’s making a weird noise,” she said, almost apologizing. “I really hope it’s not serious.” It was serious. Blown hose, leaking oil, belt hanging by threads. I told her the truth. A proper fix would run about a grand. She didn’t cry. She just stood there, shoulders stiff, eyes flicking between her car and the baby in the backseat. “I start my first shift at the nursing home today,” she said. “If I don’t show up, I lose the job.” She turned like she was ready to drive off anyway. Said she’d just pour water in the radiator and try to make it. If the engine died, well, it died. Now, we don’t let cars leave here in that kind of shape. But in that moment, I didn’t see a customer. I saw my own daughter, years ago, trying to keep everything together with nothing but willpower and coffee. I told her to leave the keys. “I can’t pay,” she said, panicked. I looked her in the eye and said, “Did I ask you for money?” I told her the part she needed was on national backorder. Would take two weeks minimum. Total lie. “But how will I get to work?” she asked. I handed her my truck keys. Told her it was parked behind the shop. Reliable, full tank, ready to go. My guy Tom looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Boss, that’s your own truck.” I didn’t look at him. “Put the baby seat in the back, will you?” She left driving something safe. I stayed behind staring at a beat-up Chevy that reminded me what I used to drive when I had more debt than hope. Over the next two weeks, I fixed everything. The part she needed cost me 20 bucks. But I didn’t stop there. I rotated the tires, swapped out the brakes, changed the oil, even vacuumed the damn carpet. I wanted her to come back to something that made her feel safe. Something that told her someone cared. When she came to return the truck, she looked different. Rested. Calmer. She handed me the keys and asked about the bill. I handed her a receipt with zeroed-out lines and told her it was all covered by a secret manufacturer recall. Factory fault. Didn’t cost me a thing. She knew I was lying. She didn’t call me out. She just stood there, tears in her eyes, and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “I didn’t know people like you still existed.” I grunted something about store policy and walked back to the office before she saw me get choked up. I’ll probably be eating sandwiches for a month. But I remember what it felt like to be young and broke and terrified. Wishing someone — anyone — would throw you a rope. This morning, I got to be that rope. You can’t take a truck to the grave. You can’t take money either. But you can take moments like this. You can take the feeling of having helped someone when no one was watching. And that’s worth more than a thousand-dollar repair Credit - bringer of rain

@vxylily Just don't be an asshole

Men let's do it..

Only a psycho can sleep at 3am & wake up at 7am

The greatest game 🏒

@james_xond Yes

Be honest for a second: If your best friend called you at 3am and said “don’t ask questions, just come”, would you actually show up?

@otokyo__ I feel attacked

@WWE @TheAJMendez Bayley took that missed elbow drop bump hard too 😮

AJ ON TOP ✨ @TheAJMendez makes Bayley tap out and is SILL Women’s Intercontinental Champion!