davy kyle

@shaig In Scotland a Joby is a great big turd 😂

Joby just completed it's first electric aircraft flight , JFK to Manhattan in 10 minutes , future is here

“In the end, the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it.” — George Orwell, “1984”

@BMW Ugliest car I’ve ever seen

A tribute to dedication.   Introducing the new BMW 7.   #BMW #THENEWBMW7 #7Series

LMAO who made this 😭😂🤣

@Mike_kim714 @Titleist Go Michael

500k followers giveaway pt 1! My golf bag plus some @Titleist goodies Comment, like, repost to enter. Must be a follower Clubs not included unfortunately* Still need those for my day job

@tomandmartys It looked like one pint would’ve been enough for him anyway !

@davykyle Was gonna start a gofundme page!

For the love of fucking god will someone buy that kid sitting in front at Hollywood a pint? Been empty for 45 minutes now.

@tomandmartys Your comment was valid on the empty pint glass 😂

@davykyle I know! Pissed at myself for that one. Did get it right in later tweets.

Has Tommy bought himself a blue Masters polo shirt from the Merch shop 🤔

Bryson at the Masters this year

2 years ago Wunderhorse released ‘Midas’ as the first single off the album, kicking off a new era for the band 🌟 Here it is live all the way back in 2023!

national forests are for us all. politicians elected to serve the people have become corrupt beyond redemption. these morally bankrupt ghouls will destroy what makes this country beautiful because it will enrich them personally. a better world is possible, but only if we make it

@KylePorterNS Unlikely on those greens - he hasn’t been draining putts recently

I counted 67 official pre-tournament interviews with players, and none of them were with Brooks Koepka. He may win by five.

Absolute humiliation for the White House. Sky News dismantles Donald Trump's fake victory lap. A top defense expert confirms not a single American objective was achieved, and the disastrous war left the US in a much worse position. Total strategic failure.

@anon_opin Muse

There's no ongoing success story more baffling than that of the Sterophonics. Thirty pedestrian years of the same plodding numbers, sung in the same plodding whine by the same plodding fucking potato. Name a worse act with this long of a career. You cannot.

This chair are shaped entirely by hand. The beauty of craft!

The reckless campaign against Iran will weaken America’s president. That will make him angry. Be warned: he makes a very bad loser econ.st/4lA7lEQ

Still the greatest champions dinner menu of all time

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