Oasis
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It was a warm summer night in my late teens, and I was hanging out at a friend’s backyard barbecue. The vibe was relaxed, burgers on the grill, music was freakin LOUD, and the coolers were full. I’d been chatting with two girls, Mia and Lauren, for most of the evening. They were flirty, touchy, and dropping hints I was too oblivious to catch. At one point, I grabbed a cold bottle of water from the cooler, cracked it open, and started chugging it to beat the heat.
Mia leaned in close, her voice low and playful. “Hey, we’ve been thinking… how’d you like to have a threesome?”
Lauren smirked, nodding along, and added, “Yeah, we totally want it.”
Now, here’s where it all goes wrong. The music was loud, the crowd was buzzing, and I’d just taken a big gulp of water. In my head, I didn’t hear “threesome.” I heard “three sips.” Like, they wanted me to share my water or something. It didn’t even register as odd, I just thought they were thirsty and being weirdly specific about how much they wanted.
So, I wiped my mouth, grinned, and said, “Oh, sure, no problem!” I handed the bottle to Mia and said, “Take three sips, pass it to Lauren, or whatever you want to do. There’s plenty more in the cooler.”
Then, I turned around and jogged over to the cooler to grab another water for myself, thinking I was being a gentleman. I rummaged through the ice, found a fresh bottle, and headed back, totally proud of my hospitality. When I got there, Mia and Lauren were just staring at me, the water bottle dangling from Mia’s hand like it was some kind of alien object.
Lauren finally broke the silence, half-laughing, half-confused. “Uh… what was that? What just happened?”
I blinked. “What do you mean? You asked for three sips, right? I figured you were thirsty.”
Mia’s jaw dropped, and then they both burst out laughing so hard they nearly fell off their chairs. “Three sips?” Lauren managed between gasps. “We said threesome! Like, with us!”
It hit me like a truck. My face went hot, and I stammered, “Wait, threesome? Oh, fuck, I thought… I mean, the water…” I held up the new bottle like it was evidence, but it just made them laugh harder. By now, the moment was long gone. They were doubled over, tears streaming, and I was standing there like a doofus with two waters and zero game.
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@voicesunheard Happens everyday and it's all for the money. The second scenario turns into a uterine rupture scare and you're back under the knife. :(
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Dear Ladies- please read! Especially if you're pregnant.
"**Kind, Compassionate Bullshit**
Let me explain—and give you a real example.
A first-time mom, 36 weeks pregnant, heads to her regular appointment. The nurse tells her the doctor wants to do an ultrasound. She wasn’t expecting it, but she’s excited to get another peek at her baby.
During the scan, the doctor says, “Wow, this baby is getting big! We might need to induce you at 39 weeks to avoid injury.”
She’s surprised. She’s heard some not-so-great things about induction but trusts her doctor—surely they know what’s best.
At 37 and 38 weeks, it’s the same story: “Baby’s big.”
At her 39-week appointment, the doctor walks in cheerfully and asks, “Want to meet your baby today?” She says the baby is measuring large and she’s worried about the mom’s “small pelvis.” Still trusting, the mom heads home to pack her bag and returns to the hospital a couple of hours later.
No one has explained any risks. She’s told they’ll begin by ripening her cervix for 12 hours, followed by Pitocin the next day.
She and her partner are excited. They can’t sleep—partly from nerves, partly from the nurse coming in every couple of hours.
The next morning she’s 2–3 cm dilated. They start Pitocin. At first, nothing happens. Then the contractions kick in—hard. The dose has been increased every 15 minutes. She’s now got one IV line, two monitors strapped to her belly, and she’s stuck in bed—no one told her that continuous monitoring is required with induction.
She adjusts her expectations.
The contractions become relentless—no break between them—so the nurse turns the dose down. They slow, but not enough. The dose goes up again. This cycle repeats until a "good pattern" is achieved.
She’s working hard. Hours pass. Finally, the nurse checks her cervix—no change. She’s crushed.
Still, she continues. What choice does she have now?
It’s been 24 hours. She’s only seen her doctor briefly. She’s exhausted. She’s hungry. No one mentioned that eating isn’t allowed during an induction.
Twelve more hours go by. Multiple nurse and doctor shift changes later, she’s finally 5 cm.
The nurse checks the monitor—concern. They want a better reading on the baby and suggest placing a scalp electrode. That means breaking her water.
Now there’s a wire attached to her baby’s head and strapped to her leg.
Eventually, she asks for an epidural. The Pitocin contractions are too much. Her blood pressure drops. So does the baby’s heart rate. Panic. An oxygen mask goes on. Eventually, things stabilize, but she and her partner are shaken.
The nurse is kind. The new doctor is too. She comes in, full of compassion, explaining that the baby must be stuck in her “small pelvis.” She says, “This isn’t what you wanted, I know. But sometimes we have to do what’s safest for baby.”
Twenty minutes later, an 8 lb 6 oz baby is delivered via C-section. The mom is stunned—he doesn’t even look that big.
What she never knew:
* Induction increases the risk of C-section by 25-45% in first time mothers
* “Big baby” is not a medically supported reason for induction
* It takes nearly 3,700 unnecessary C-sections to prevent **one** case of permanent shoulder dystocia injury
* Induced babies are more likely to experience fetal distress
Her care team was kind, compassionate, and even empathetic. But they fed her **bullshit** every step of the way.
This mom knew something felt off. She went home angry—with **herself**. For not knowing. For trusting.
But **too many** go home believing their provider saved them. They believe their body failed. They never consider that the **interventions themselves** were the problem.
Those of us who *do* know better need to speak up. Loudly. Because this standard of care is not okay.
Induction *can* be a lifesaving tool—**when medically necessary**. But this wasn’t that.
**Edit**: This same mama went on to have three more babies—each one bigger than the first—and all were born vaginally."

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@voicesunheard Had this happen with chicken breast several months ago. All but one tasted normal w/normal texture except for mine. Tasted like nothing and felt like i was trying to eat rubber. Tried cutting a larger piece and had a hard time cutting it with a knife.
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Warning: Please be aware of where the meat you're buying is coming from.
We've been using a local butcher for several years and have never had any issues with the quality or taste of the meat we buy. That all changed last night when my husband decided to throw 2 filets on the grill.
The meat looked the same, but once he started touching it, it felt almost like rubber. He called me over to touch it and see if it felt different for me too, and it did. It didn't smell bad, and since we spent a pretty penny on these steaks, he decided to cook them and see if they tasted OK. Maybe we just received a bad cut, but like I said, we've been using this same butcher for many years, and the owner knows us well.
So, the steaks are done, and my husband cuts into his and takes a small bite and then proceeds to immediately grab a napkin and spit it out. I said, "That bad?!" He said it tasted like rubber and wasn't edible.
I tried a small bite of mine, and yep, he was right. It tasted like rubber. I'm not talking about chewy steaks; it literally tasted like rubber. That has never happened to us regardless of where we bought the steaks from.
I was actually upset and didn't immediately think, "I wonder if the cows were injected with something." I wanted our money back, and since we both know the owner well, I thought it wouldn't be a huge deal to get a refund or 2 new cuts.
So, I take a drive up there with the steaks wrapped up to show the owner.
When I get there, I explain how the steaks just don’t taste right and could we get a refund. We're not the type to complain or ask for refunds, but these steaks were inedible, and the cost was worth it to make the drive and at least ask.
He proceeds to look at the steaks and says, "They look fine to me, but how about 2 new filets? I'll go cut them fresh right now for you."
At first I was going to say YES! That would be fantastic, but then , for some reason, all those news stories and stories from farmers about being pushed to inject their livestock with mRNA popped into my head, and I said, "Can I ask you something? Are your cows being injected with mRNA? I know several farmers have talked about this, and I wonder if that is why the meat tasted so bad.
In my head I'm thinking he's going to think I'm crazy for asking if his cows are injected with mRNA, but I didn't care because if it's happening, I deserve to know what's in my meat.
He smiles and says, "Actually yes, we just started injecting them about 3 weeks ago as ordered by the health department."
I was shocked, but not really? I knew this was happening, but I just didn't think local small businesses were being ordered to inject their animals with this horrific "vaccine." 😢
We talked some more about it, and because he works 12-hour days and doesn't get online much, he had no idea that it was a big deal or anything to be concerned about! By the time I left, he was fully informed and ready to fight back against this forced injection of his animals.
He did tell me that once he began injecting his livestock, several fell ill immediately following the injection, and 2 died. But of course he didn't connect the dots.
I can only imagine what is being put into supermarket meat or Walmart! I bet it's even worse.
Is anyone else noticing that meat feels and tastes different?
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@oasisrahl You can either DM in your address, or email into support@risebroadband.com and we'll take a look!
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JUST IN: The View's Ana Navarro is on the verge of tears as she says the big takeaway from the Hunter Biden laptop is the story of a 'father's love.'
This is how the propaganda state media covers for their dear leader.
"The Hunter Biden story, the scandal, the this the that. It's also the story of a father's love and Joe Biden has never and will never give up on his son Hunter and will never treat him lesser than. He is a father first. Take it or leave it."
The laptop story is not about a 'father's love.' It’s a story about the most corrupt family in modern US history.
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@Jollyra32691822 check out @WitchDrTim he might have some threads that meet your inquiries
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@BrokeAshCookers @BBQandMoreRubs @BbqMitten @bigwickstx @Grabthebrisket @KosmosQ @PitBarrelCooker @MeatChurch Are those brisket stuffed poppers? If not then someone needs to make some 😉☺️
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