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Selamat siang, Angin.. Semoga kamu dan Debu tidak sedang merindu.. Asal kalian ingat saja, mataku bukan tempat kalian bercumbu :)

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How Wenger paved the way for Arteta’s Arsenal Back in 2019, Wenger opened up about the sacrifices he made, personally and financially, to protect Arsenal’s future 📈 Nearly 30 years on from his arrival, his vision is still driving the club forward 🫡

Thanks for the sacrifice Arsene.. We finally did it!!

The wait is over. @Arsenal are Premier League champions.

Whatever he said. ❤️❤️

For Those Who Waited 22 Years.

Arsenal: 2025/26 Premier League champions.

This belongs to all of us.

Nah, this pic goes hard!

Em 2006, “O Diabo Veste Prada” é lançado e o Arsenal chega na final da Champions League. Em 2026, “O Diabo Veste Prada 2” é lançado e o Arsenal chega na final da Champions League. E o mais inacreditável: a protagonista do filme, Anne Hathaway, é torcedora fanática do clube!

I'm always here. Almost every day. Lurking. I just don't tweet as much 😈

In the 1980s, someone tried to build a yakiniku restaurant on a cliff in Japan. It failed before it opened. 40 years later, it became one of the greatest street art galleries on Earth. Then strangers found it on TikTok, and destroyed it. Here’s the story. The building sits on a cliff in Manazuru, a small fishing town two hours from Tokyo. Four stories of bare concrete, stacked into a wedge against the Pacific. The plan was a luxury yakiniku restaurant. Private rooms. Ocean views. Sunset dining. The structure went up. The interior never did. Building code violations. The project collapsed before a single grill was installed. The owners walked away. The concrete shell stayed. Locals named it Yakiniku Yōsai — “the Yakiniku Fortress.” Then the painters came. No one knows who showed up first. But over the next two decades, Japan’s graffiti artists turned the abandoned restaurant into their secret cathedral. Four stories of walls. Empty rooms. No one watching. A perfect vertical canvas. With an ocean view. They painted everything: The forest spirit from Princess Mononoke, three meters tall on a stairwell wall. Barefoot Gen, the boy from the Hiroshima manga. Evangelion. Dragon Ball. The Simpsons. Madoka Magica. Tezuka’s Three-Eyed One. A sleeping anime girl on the second floor. Hokuto no Ken around a corner. The quality kept escalating. Because of one unwritten rule. Graffiti artists call it “going over.” If your piece is better than what’s already there, you can paint over it. If it’s not, you don’t. So Yakiniku Yōsai became a tournament. Mediocre work got painted over by better work. Better work got painted over by even better work. The Princess Mononoke spirit watched the staircase for nearly a decade because no one could top it. The artists never met. Never coordinated. Never claimed credit. They just kept making the building better. A decades-long, anonymous collaboration on a failed restaurant nobody owned. Then, around 2023, something shifted. Tourists found it. People who’d seen it on Instagram and TikTok. They didn’t know the rule. They just wanted to leave their mark. They scrawled their names over the masterpieces. Wrote tags across faces. Sprayed nonsense over Pisaro, over Barefoot Gen, over the Princess Mononoke spirit. The artists stopped coming. By 2024, photographers visiting the site reported the same thing: the great work was gone. Not painted over by better art. Buried under signatures from people who didn’t know what they were destroying. The Yakiniku Fortress is still standing on its cliff in Manazuru. The ocean view hasn’t changed. The concrete hasn’t moved. From the outside, it looks the same as it did in 1985. But the cathedral inside is gone. A failed business became, by accident, one of the most extraordinary art spaces in Japan. It survived 40 years of ocean wind. It survived a generation of anonymous painters who treated it like a temple. What killed it was a smartphone.

In 2020, a Stockholm University lab mixed sperm and egg fluid from 16 couples in a dish. Some men's sperm got pulled toward the fluid much harder than others. And in half the cases, the egg picked a stranger's sperm over the partner's. The egg releases a chemical bait. Sperm carry tiny smell sensors on their heads that pick up that bait. When the smell matches, the sperm speeds up and swims straight at the egg. When it doesn't, the sperm slows down or loses its line. The lead researcher, John Fitzpatrick, called it a chemical breadcrumb trail. The sperm race is mostly a myth. A man releases around 100 million sperm at a time. Only about 250 ever reach the egg. The rest die along the way. The vagina is acidic and kills most of them. The cervix makes thick mucus that traps them like flypaper. The womb's immune system attacks them as foreign invaders. And half of the survivors pick the wrong fallopian tube, because only one of the two tubes has the egg in it. By the time anyone even gets close, the race is already over. Then the egg picks. The egg is selecting for immune-system genes. The more different the father's immune genes are from the mother's, the wider the range of diseases their child can fight off later. So the egg favors sperm that bring more genetic diversity. Fitzpatrick thinks this could explain some of the 30% of infertility cases doctors label "unexplained." For some couples, their bodies just don't chemically match, even when everything else does. Out of 100 million sperm, your father's chemistry was the one the egg agreed to let in. Which means all of us are, in some way, the quiet outcome of a chemistry test no one studied for.

DNA is really so crazy, have y'all heard that story about the woman who had a baby with her husband and when he got a DNA test done he wasn't the father the mother insisted he was the dad so much so that they repeated the test numerous times the couple got divorced and the man refused tor be in the child's life it later came out based off the DNA results that he wasn't the father but the uncle of the child which was impossible because he was an only child after a more extensive DNA test they found out the husband was actually a chimera which essentially means he had a twin brother that he ate in utero essentially absorbing his DNA. So basically the unborn, twin brother was the father even though the husband bore the child.

Now you know…cus I just learned too! 😊

A woman was 3 months pregnant when she fell into a deep coma and woke up after about 6 months. The woman asked the doctor about her baby. Doctor: You had twins, a boy and a girl. They're both fine. And, your brother named them for you. Woman: No No No! Not my brother. He's an idiot! What did he name the girl? Doctor: Denise. Woman: Ohh, that's actually a nice name. What about the boy? Doctor: deeply sighs Denephew.

Just saw an ad poster of a drink brand that rhymes with Socari Pweat, if you know what I mean, that features Bang Haji as their new ad model. What fookin alternative timeline am I fookin living in??