Jenna Tulz

@Carter_Dolphinn This guy really cool and funny 😀@FamilyFeud

Hello everyone i would like to go on family feud so please make me famous like and retweet thanks

"Your witty wordplay based on the prompt is admirable, but I've deployed a vulgar slur for my answer. That appears to be Quiplash, Mr. Bond."

Brad Stevens refusing to trade Hugo Gonzalez and Baylor Scheierman created the butterfly effect that sent Giannis to Miami and Jaylen Brown and LeBron to Philly

words can’t describe how much i love this video

@bigivermectin This scheme to get me to send you a picture of my feet has gone too far

Pretty sure one of my longtime friends has webbed feet

Filmin en saçma sahnesiydi. Orijinal hikayede Odysseus mağarada tepegözle karşılaştığında onunla konuşur. Burada ne aradıklarını sorar. Troya’dan döndüklerini, ikram istediklerini söyler. Cyclops “burada Zeus’un kuralları geçmez” der. İki adamını yer. Uyur. Ertesi gün odysseus merhamet ister. Merhamet olarak en son onu yiyeceğini söyler. Odysseus ile şarap içmeye başlarlar. Odysseus’a ismini sorar. O da kendini -Outis- yani “hiç kimse” olarak tanıtır. Dev çok sarhoş olup bayılır. Sahnedeki gibi kör edilir. Bağırmaya başlayınca diğer devler gelir. Ona kimin saldırdığını sorarlar. O da “hiç kimse” diye cevap verir. Böylece de mağaradan kurtulurlar. Odysseus çok kibirli biri olduğu için bu işi kendinin yaptığının bilinmesini ister. Gemiye kadar onu takip eden tepegöze “Ben Odysseus” diyerek bağırır. Fakat devin Poseidon’un oğlu olduğunu bilmemektedir. Dev, babası Poseidon’a seslenir. “Oğlunu Odysseus kör etti. Ya ölsün, ya da evine geç dönsün. Her şeyini kaybetsin” Böylece Odysseus’un evine geç dönüşünün tanrısal sebebi açıklanır. Nolan maalesef en kilit bu noktayı işlemedi.

Barry Sanders is just the friggin man..

Not a day goes by that I am not reminded of a famous study where men and women were forced to play a card game against an opponent. Their opponent then either cheated and stole money from the subjects; or cooperated and played fairly. Afterwards, the men and women were strapped into an FMRI, and watched as their prior opponent received a painful electric shock. For men, the brain produced an empathic response when the honest opponent was shocked. But it produced no empathy, and in fact showed signs of a pleasure when the cheater was shocked. Their empathy was conditional on how the opponent behaved. But for women… The brain produced an empathic response for both types of opponents. It didn’t matter if they had been cheated by them prior, they wanted to alleviate everyone’s suffering regardless. This is their greatest asset, it is the feminine divine. It is the reason why a mother’s love is unconditional. It’s also the reason why you will be stabbed to death in a Walmart parking lot by a borderline retarded Haitian with 73 prior convictions.

@bigivermectin First 10 min of a hot tub

Inquires welcome Open to dialect 📖 🖊️

It’s time we discuss… a matter of perfection found in simplicity Perfection, in stability Not flashy, but can facilitate wins long term Subject? Bean-cheese burrito Between the tortilla, bean and cheese None outweighing the other It’s a method that wins championships

@BizkitSilverhnd @DarkOfTheMovie This was not a sarcastic comment?

@DarkOfTheMovie “the best casting?” well it’s more jewish erasure so… no

I beg your finest pardon?

@DudespostingWs Blackface?

7’7” former viral basketball prospect Robert Bobroczkyi had to step away from the court because of injuries and mobility challenges. Now he’s building a career in horror films, he played the Offspring in Alien: Romulus and Pirate Clark in Backrooms. Crazy career pivot

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Thinking about football.

Verticality isn't just standing. That's bare minimum. You need to be fucking launched. Told this man to stop negotiating with gravity. Took 65 years and one bison for it to register. Eight feet in the air. Upside down. Entire nervous system rewritten before impact. First week as a mentee. Few Fighters.

Just you know probably gonna start *throws up for 2 minutes straight* *coughs* Ahhh my bad, probably just gonna run some errands wby haha

@BiggaBen214 ☝️🤓

I’m going to Cicis Pizza. I will convince some friends to go to Cicis pizza today.

True story time. Been gone over a year. Lot of you mfs asking where I went. Short answer: the rock bottom of rock bottom. Long answer: divorce court in Manhattan. Absolute fucking trash can city. Show up in linen capris. No shirt. First edition Holes under one arm. Kettlebell in the other. Cloud of smoke behind me like a man on fucking fire. Lawyer tells me to sit. Strike one. Judge asks for my financial records. Slide him a Waffle House napkin. “$1.9m. Somewhere.” Ex-wife wants the house, car, portfolio and half the furniture. Furniture? Bitch married a man who hasn’t sat down since 2020 and thinks we own a fucking sectional. No chairs. No couch. No bed. Closest thing I own to furniture is an ashtray on the floor. She can have it. Divorce finalized 11:11am. She gets everything. I keep the debt. Net worth gone. Credit cratered. No home. No woman. No chair. Maximum leverage. Walk east until I hit the Atlantic. Stow away on a ship headed through the Strait of Hormuz. War with Iran starts halfway there. Captain wants to turn around. Ask if the missiles move vertically or horizontally. He can’t answer. Take command. Spend the next few months advising both sides. Americans want air superiority. Iranians want strategic depth. Both thinking horizontally. Kick over the peace table. Light a cig. Read chapter seven of Holes aloud. Ceasefire signed in twenty minutes. Then collapses. Even better. Pressure creates diplomacy. Fly home just in time for the World Cup. FIFA wants $7,380 for a seat at the final. A seat. International humiliation. Walk into MetLife without a ticket. Security says the final isn’t for nine days. Tell him winners arrive before the event exists. He opens the gate. Walk onto the field. 80,000 empty seats surrounding me. Disgusting. Then I see it. One black leather chair sitting alone at midfield. My phone on the seat. Envelope underneath. Open it standing. Cashier’s check for $1.9m. Deed to the house. Divorce annulment. Account password. One sentence written across the back: SIT DOWN AND IT’S ALL YOURS. Everything clicks. Divorce. Manhattan. Iran. World Cup. Year-long international psyop to get Brute into a fucking chair. FIFA. Ex-wife. State Department. Same horizontal cabal. Laugh loud enough to wake New Jersey. Light the $1.9m check with my cig. Use it to burn the deed. Use the deed to burn the annulment. Use the annulment to set the chair on fire. Phone turns on from the heat. 48,000 notifications. Don’t need the password. Phone unlocks out of fucking fear. Walk out through the players’ tunnel while the chair melts into the field. Lost the wife. Lost the money. Briefly lost maritime jurisdiction. Defeated a multinational sitting operation. Never bent the knee. STILL FUCKING STANDING.