🍭 - Laurynn Hill de Youpwe

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On rappelle que des narcotrafiquants ont sécurisé le tournage de they dont care about us, après que la police brésilienne a dit que c'était trop risqué de tourner dans les favelas à cause de ces mêmes narcos... Tout le monde aimait Michael.

God please help to never do this to any man who didn’t marry me cos it’s not worth it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭he went and impregnated another girl as I was baking him scones

Hair stylist, I understand you wanna hide the client's face but what's this???

Mfs made it seem my boy was just hanging with kids & they b related to him

Extroverts won’t leave us alone. Nature’s balance. 😂

Dites vous quand il dit les « anciens » il parle de nous, les 96-2000 genre

When my mom lost her house, she showed up asking to live with me. Which was bold, considering she told me she hated me and kicked me out at 16. We’ve never gotten along. She made that very clear when I was a teenager. Strict rules. No privacy. No freedom. Everything I did was controlled, monitored, or punished. So when she asked to move in, I told her yes. Under one condition: She’d live by the exact same rules she made me live by as a teen. No electronics after 6. I read all messages and mail. 5-minute showers every 3 days. Lights out when I say. Cook what I ask. Do what I say immediately. If I’m unhappy, she’s out. She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Called me cruel. Called me insane. Said those conditions were abusive. I told her I agreed. That’s why she wasn’t moving in.

On a TMZ documentary that aired this February, music journalist Steven Ivory said it plainly. "I really do believe that Michael would still be here today if he had not done the Pepsi commercial." Before January 27, 1984, by every account from his family, Mike had never touched a drug. After the burns, he tried to refuse the painkillers entirely. Twenty-five years later he was dead at 50, from a drug hospitals only use to put people under for surgery. Sixth take of the day. Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles, in front of three thousand fans there to make the commercial look like a real concert. Pepsi wanted Mike walking down a staircase as fireworks went off behind him. They fired too early. His hair was packed with styling gel and went up like a candle. He kept dancing for a few seconds before the crew rushed in to put it out. Second- and third-degree burns on his scalp. In his 1988 autobiography Moonwalk, Jackson wrote that the burns on the back of his head "almost went through to my skull." Then came the surgeries. Doctors stuck balloons under his scalp to stretch healthy skin over the burn scars. His own hairstylist, Carol LaMere, later said the procedures just made his hair fall out worse. The pain from the burn itself never really left him. Doctors gave him Demerol, a strong painkiller, in 1984. That was the first. By 1993, he cancelled the rest of his Dangerous World Tour and checked into rehab for painkiller addiction. By 1996, an anesthesia doctor was traveling on tour with him to put him to sleep every night using propofol, the drug hospitals use during surgery. By 2009, his personal doctor Conrad Murray was being paid $150,000 a month to do the same thing every night so Mike could sleep. On the morning of June 25, 2009, Murray gave him a dose of propofol and stepped out of the bedroom. Mike stopped breathing. The LA County coroner ruled the death a homicide. Murray went to prison for two years. Pepsi paid Mike $1.5 million to settle, about $4.6 million in today's money. He gave every dollar to the burn unit that had treated him. The hospital renamed it in his honor. The Pepsi advertising executive who put the deal together, Phil Dusenberry, later titled his memoir "Then We Set His Hair on Fire."

I went to donate blood and afterwards I got a letter that I can’t donate blood ever again in the UK because my blood contains malaria antibodies. Antibodies not antigens; meaning I have immunity against malaria. Which sounds like a good thing. Because it means at some point, I’ve been obviously exposed. My body has seen malaria before and learned how to fight it. But those antibodies, protective for me, create uncertainty for someone else receiving my blood who has never had malaria. So a risk of reactivation cannot be completely ruled out. So even though I’m well, even though I’m protected, even though there’s no active infection that history alone is enough to exclude me. But the problem is that there would people like me who have been exposed to malaria in their lifetime living in the UK that would benefit from me donating blood to them. The complete ban for people in my category excludes thousands of us from being able to help others if needed. It leaves a risk of not enough blood products being available for a small group of people in life-threatening conditions. And that’s the tension. A system designed to protect ends up excluding a group that could also help sustain it. Safety is non-negotiable in transfusion medicine but so is access. The question isn’t whether caution is justified. It is whether policies are evolving fast enough to balance risk with reality. Because as medicine advances, screening should improves as well. And perhaps one day, the same antibodies that exclude us now will be understood well enough to include us again. Until then, a part of the donor pool remains willing but unused.

"cause you niggas comin" funny as shit😭

I once got beaten in primary school. When my mum came to pick me, my teacher reported it. We got home…..and she beat me again. Then she said, “Tomorrow, make sure you beat that person well. Nobody should bully you.” Clear instruction. Strong backing. Next day, I went to school with purpose. I didn’t just fight……I fought like I had sponsorship. By the time I finished, it was not one person again. It was two. After school, report reached home. We got back…..and I received another beating. “Why did you go and disgrace me in school?” Till today, I don’t know the lesson. But I know one thing, nobody bullied me ever again.

This morning, my neighbor and her husband had a serious altercation. She got a job as a POS attendant and was ready to leave for work. Her kids have gone to school. But her husband stood at the door and locked it. He said she wasn’t going anywhere. In the middle of everything, she broke down and said her mum is sick. She needs money to take her to the hospital. He said he can’t give her. Fine. But when she said she wants to work and support her own mother, he still refused. He gives her money for the house, but it’s not even enough to feed them properly. Yet, he won’t allow her to work. Won’t allow her to step out. Won’t allow her to do anything. At some point, she just got tired. Packed her things and said she wants to leave the marriage. You say her mother is not your responsibility, but you won’t let her take responsibility either. You won’t help, and you won’t allow her help herself. So what do you really want? A wife or a prisoner? Some people think providing for the home gives them total control over another human being. It doesn’t. Marriage is not ownership. If you can’t support fully allow them to support themselves.

After listening to all of these leaked Michael Jackson calls I’ve come to two conclusions: 1. MJ was messy as FUCK (have yall heard him say “GIRLLLLL” while spilling tea? LMAO) and 2. he would’ve LOVED FaceTime 😂😂

Dear Microsoft, when I hit the Windows Start menu key and start typing a word to autocomplete a search, I never, ever, EVER want it to return results of something not on my computer. Ever. Like, ever, ever, never.

LOL I was arguing/debating w/my BF about the loss of abortion rights in states in an airport lounge once, and a woman had been listening. At some point, she leaned over and said, “tell him it creates undue burden,” and I was like, “EXACTLY!!!” 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Minha sobrinha (14) pediu UMA LAVADORA para o aniversário dela, diz que quando sair de casa vai levar, e que a partir de agora vai pedir móveis e eletrodomésticos para que quando se mudar já tenha tudo pronto.

Cults require too much ‘together’ time, and as a person who enjoys their solitude and not listening to a man speak for too long, I know I would be excommunicated within a week.

the more cult documentaries I watch, I realize I’m too lazy to ever be in a cult lol. it’s always manual labor, rituals and struggle

Your biggest achievement was being Uber for Jesus… relax

my mom grew up listening to michael jackson in the 80s, in pakistan, during a time where streaming platforms didnt exist and even CDs were rare. she told me that they'd buy one song at a time and everyone in their neighborhood would listen together. so yes, he is.