@Aku_700 Stop the attack shit, she was talking smack, but once the Principal put her hands up toward the parent is where things got bad, the Principal should have walked away and got security to address the issue.
A furious parent attacked an elementary school principal and sent her straight to the hospital — all because the principal told her to keep her wild kids off the basketball court.
The kids were ruining the game. The principal had to step in twice and warn the mother to watch her children and control them. The mom didn’t like being told what to do, so she slapped the principal hard enough to knock her out of her chair.
Louisiana police arrested Alessia Parker for battery on a school teacher, resisting officers, and disturbing the peace. Her friend Jemecia Godchaux, who was with her, got charged too.
Parker is sitting in Iberville Parish Jail on a massive $100,000 bond. Godchaux has extra charges and old bench warrants waiting for her.
This is what happens when some parents lose control and think they can put hands on school staff. Disgusting.
This compilation of LeBron flopping is kind of funny. A large guy so easily thrown around. The last one is 6’9 250lbs LeFlop falling hard to the floor after a soft bump into 6’3 200lbs Donte DiVincenzo 😂😂
Credit @YIN_and_YANG_oo (Norcalhoodie)
NEWS: St. John’s transfer guard Joson Sanon has committed to West Virginia, a source told @On3.
The 6-5 sophomore averaged nearly 8 points per game this season and is a career 35% three-point shooter. Previously played at Arizona State. First by @DraftExpress.
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BREAKING: FOUR-STAR (‘27) ATH Carter Bonner is committing to play for @wvufootball, he tells me for @247sports.
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Bonner attends St. Frances Academy in MD. He is the #18 ATH in the nation.
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Welcome Carter home WVU fans! 🟡🔵
The gas-station crowd at 2 a.m. hits different these days.
You pull up, kill the engine, and the vibe shifts the second you step inside. Fluorescent lights buzzing, stale coffee, faint Pine-Sol.
The cashier behind the counter is mid-30s, broad shoulders under a faded company polo, stubble, tired but alert eyes. You grab your energy drink and snacks, then circle back with zero chill.
You lean in, voice low and a little husky: "Got anything... extra behind the counter for me tonight?"
He pauses mid-scan, looks up slow, that half-smirk forming.
"Depends, darlin’. You want the usual pump... or you tryna go full service?"
Your brain short-circuits. Sexual innuendo evaporates instantly. You meant the damn lottery tickets.
You fumble: “Uh, just the... tickets. Scratchers. The big ones.”
He chuckles low, slides them over, eyes lingering just a beat too long. “Shame. Could’ve been a real fun fill-up.”
You pay, snatch the bag, and hustle back to the car, face burning hotter than the 87 octane you’re about to pump.
Gas stations ain’t what they used to be. The customers? Bolder. The cashiers? Already two steps ahead.