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@Melissa64261899 He’s so full of shit. Total megalomaniac.

@ChefBillyParisi No… I’ve been to several

Why is every restaurant I go to absolutely a 5/10? Average food, average-to-poor service. I can't tell you the last time I went to a restaurant and thought, "This was amazing, I'll definitely be back." Anyone else?

@DavidFischer Me

Be honest: who is old enough to say they played this game?

@ThexyBeatht_2 I meant a specific person. 🤷🏼‍♂️

@Scottcrates That’s political twitter. We all know that 😭

This place is a mental illness riviera

@EastEndJoe Want? Yes. Can? No. Ugh

Might be taking a day trip to FL this Wednesday to go surprise a friend. Anyone want to come along?

@haug4_haug @adgirlMM Ah. Do they all drive off the cliff at the same time? 😂😂😂

@Scottcrates @adgirlMM Car themed parody accounts like Liam Nissan’s. I had to look it up.

A few days ago I got into it with a Smokefleeter. He and all his rude friends who I offended with a different opinion than theirs mass blocked me. Now I have been hesitant to follow back any smokefleet accounts, as they're anonymous, brand new accounts, and you really have no idea who you're dealing with. There are clearly smokefleet accounts who are freakin awesome (looking at you Corvair), but be careful who you follow without any vetting. 🚬

@JaneotN Grifters come in many forms, unfortunately

@Scottcrates I remember giving someone a valuable item and they'd give it to someone else. And being hurt and a little bit like "give it back!!" It was a good lesson, to not keep tabs or think it's mine anymore. It was a gift At the same time, I learned to discern a real need from a grifter.

Sadly, this is very true far too often.

@katt_tom Agreed

@Scottcrates what an amazing world it would be if everyone tried their hardest...

@suzamaroo It’s almost as though they’re fundamentally bad people…

The MAGA incel influencer crew has been eating nothing but Ls this year. It’s like they all decided to speedrun their own fucking downfall. 🤣 Jake Lang shows up to hype up his boy Chud at the bond hearing, starts ranting about two-tiered justice, and gets himself arrested right there in the courtroom. Went from sidekick to perp walk in minutes flat. Chud the Builder’s been on another level—dining and dashing at Nashville steakhouses, then escalating to a full shootout outside the Tennessee courthouse with a self-inflicted wound and attempted murder charges. They hit him with a million dollar bond, GPS ankle monitor, and a gag order to try and contain his chaos. Clavicular’s out here doing peak Florida Man—nearly OD’ing on meth during a club livestream, then emptying rounds into a gator in the Everglades that was probably already dead. And Craig Long, the married MAGA fitness dude posting pics with Trump and Don Jr., gets nabbed in an outrageous Florida prostitution and trafficking sting. Holy fuck! These twat waffles need to log off, touch some grass, and maybe chill on the rage bait for a bit. 😂

@eleeSexton @Ezekle1 It is a lovely story of humanity

@Ezekle1 @Scottcrates Ouff. I’m lying in bed on a Saturday morning in 🇨🇦, wiping away tears. What a beautiful, powerful message. I’m hoping that manager, and many other managers, realize how important service dogs are . Grateful for Officer Daniels as well. Job well done . Courage sent to Tom ♥️

Last Friday night, my children watched a man with a gun at his hip sit on the floor of a roadside motel and gently talk my husband through a panic attack. That was never part of the plan. We had been driving for eight hours. My husband, Tom, is a disabled veteran. Crowds unsettle him. Noise makes it worse. Long trips take a toll, but he does them for us. We had our three children with us, eleven, seven, and our one-year-old, along with Daisy, his service dog. Daisy is not there for comfort alone. She wakes him from nightmares, leans into him when his breathing turns shallow, and keeps him steady when old memories return without warning. We had booked a room in advance at a chain motel off the highway. I will not name it. This is not about blame. The moment we stepped into the lobby, the clerk’s eyes went straight to Daisy’s vest. “We don’t allow dogs,” she said. “She’s a service animal,” I replied. “We noted it in the reservation. My husband is a veteran. We have the documents.” I handed everything over. She barely looked before sliding it back. “Our policy is no animals. I’m sorry.” Beside me, I felt Tom begin to slip. His jaw tightened. His breathing sped up. Daisy pressed against his leg before I could even react. “We can’t leave,” I said. “It’s late. He can’t drive anymore. This is medical.” The clerk lowered her voice. “If I make an exception, I could lose my job.” My hands started to shake. The baby was crying. My son tugged at my sleeve and whispered, “Are we going to sleep in the car?” I stepped aside and called the non-emergency police line. “I’m not trying to cause trouble,” I told the dispatcher. “My husband is a disabled veteran with a service dog. We have a reservation, and they’re refusing us. He’s not doing well. We just need help.” About fifteen minutes later, an officer walked in. His name tag read Daniels. He did not raise his voice or touch his radio. He went straight to Tom, knelt down, and met him at eye level. Then he smiled at Daisy. “What’s her name?” he asked. “Daisy,” Tom said, his voice unsteady. “She’s a good girl,” the officer said. “Can you tell me what she does for you?” Right there on the lobby floor, Tom began to speak. Slowly at first, then with more strength. He talked about the nightmares, the weight of them, and how Daisy keeps him from getting lost in them. The officer listened without interrupting, as if nothing else in the room mattered. Only after that did he stand and walk to the desk. “Federal law allows trained service animals in places like this,” he said calmly. “Turning them away is not just unfair. It is not allowed.” He did not shame her. He simply explained. She called her manager. There were quiet apologies, confusion, and then, after a few minutes, a room suddenly became available. We were handed a key. But what stays with me is what happened next. He did not leave. He stayed while we gathered our things, speaking to Tom until his breathing slowed and his hands steadied. He asked about his service and thanked him in a simple, quiet way. When I finally broke down, he turned to me and said, “You did the right thing calling. You handled it.” When our baby reached out to him, he took her without hesitation and held her until she stopped crying. My oldest leaned close and whispered, “I didn’t know officers could be like that.” He joked with my younger child about the stickers on his bag, then bent to scratch Daisy behind the ears. “Some heroes,” he said, “have fur and leave a bit of a mess.” In a moment that could have gone very differently, he chose patience. He did not just settle a dispute. He gave my husband space to recover his dignity. He showed my children what steady, humane authority looks like. So wherever you are tonight, Officer Daniels, thank you. Thank you for seeing a person instead of a problem. Thank you for staying when you could have walked away. Stories about what goes wrong travel fast. I am sharing this one for a different reason.

In 1998, I was fired from my corporate job while 9 months pregnant because and I quote, “my priorities would be elsewhere after the baby is born.” The lawyer I hired told me I didn’t have a case because discrimination like “that” was almost impossible to prove. So I got pissed. Took the LSAT. Went to law school. Passed the bar. Had 3 more kids. Twelve years later, another woman from that same company was fired for the same reason. She sued them for a million dollars, and won, partly because I had kept every piece of evidence from what happened to me years prior demonstrating a systemic pattern of discrimination against women. That company no longer exists. My law practice is thriving. And that baby they said would derail my priorities? She’s a brilliant attorney now working at my firm. Turns out my priorities were indeed, elsewhere.

@ChroniclesMegan @themeg16 Indeed you do

And @themeg16 absolutely hates being called out! We have the receipts short stack!

@QuirksOfLife @DeepPsycho_HQ And a witness

@DeepPsycho_HQ I have a good memory. And the receipts.

@QuirksOfLife Ugh, I’m so sorry. That version is amazing, isn’t it? Anyone who says Bono didn’t have a great voice is hearing something I am not.

@Scottcrates This is my favorite version of that song. youtu.be/sbCjorVZOKE?si…

If you love U2, you’ll love this. Enjoy. ❤️

@BobbieHill That’s my story and I’m sticking with it

@Scottcrates So you say……

I was out of town and I have witnesses.

@QuirksOfLife Bono is not only a master showman but he’s truly a wonderful writer - not to mention an incredible human being who has made countless lives better.

@Scottcrates I have favorite versions of many of their songs. This is my new favorite version of this one.