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@GigaBeers Soupy Sales

Can you guess who this is? He went on live TV and told kids to steal “green pieces of paper” from their parents’ wallets and mail them to him. Thousands did. He thought it was obviously a joke. It wasn’t to them. Who was he? 👇

@WorkElizab Tomato based sauce.

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@BhattiLaib9960 Care

What word is that?

@wakeupusa @TheRebeluniter

If they are hitting on you, they are not straight.

@Kristinartz Schwinn

@AntiWokeMemes 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

Drop a 👍 if you don’t care about woke snowflakes

@lippyent Shaun Cassidy

Who's that 👀? Hmm 🤔?¿

"Dr. Drew is DONE with the media's Hantavirus panic porn! 'It's NOT a respiratory virus. Stop it. STOP IT NOW. This thing's been around forever — your odds are like getting hit by lightning!' We are NOT doing the COVID clown show again. No masks, no lockdowns, no mail-in ballot scams. The fake news fear machine is revving up right on schedule... but we're wide awake this time. Trump was right — don't trust them. Watch this and share if you're over the hysteria! 🔥"

@miles_commodore The Parent Trap Haley Mills played the twins.

Who’s old enough to know this movie?

@1Nicdar A bicycle

What kind of car does her boyfriend drive?

@CrazyVibes_1 Who is the person in the picture? Because that ain't Bob Hope.

Christmas, 1967. Vietnam. Bob Hope cracks a joke. Then the ground erupts. Rocket impact. The stage shakes. 10,000 troops hit the dirt — mud, helmets, silence. Secret Service and MPs rush him. “Sir, we’re evacuating. Now.” Bob Hope steps back to the mic. He looks at 10,000 men flat on Christmas Day, 9,000 miles from their kids, and says: “Relax, fellas. If they’re shooting at us, that means we’re the most important people in the world.” The mud laughs. Then stands up. And the show goes on. That wasn’t bravery for cameras. That was Tuesday for Bob Hope. 1941: He starts with 300 soldiers in California. Sees their faces. Gets addicted. “I looked at them, they laughed at me, and it was love at first sight,” he said. He never kicked it. So he chased the wars. North Africa, 1943 — while the desert was still on fire. South Pacific, 1944 — island to island, with snipers in the trees. Korea, 1950 — performing in parkas, breath freezing on the mic. Vietnam, 1964–1972 — every. single. Christmas. No five-star hotels. He flew in C-130s with the troops. Ate what they ate. Slept on cots that smelled like mildew and diesel. And he brought backup: Ann-Margret, Raquel Welch, Joey Heatherton. Why? Because “a girl in sequins on a plywood stage in a war zone isn’t a show. It’s a reminder. That home is real. That you’re going back.” He wasn’t drafted. He wasn’t paid extra. He turned down millions to spend Christmas with strangers who had rifles. 31 Christmases in a row. 1942 to 1972. No breaks. No excuses. Your dad missed one Christmas for work and you still bring it up. Bob Hope missed 31 with his wife and kids… on purpose. And when the wars “ended”? He kept going. 1983: Beirut, days after 241 Marines were killed. 1987: Persian Gulf. 1990: Desert Storm. He was 87. Eighty. Seven. Four wars. Five decades. 11–15 million troops. He buried friends. He flew through flak. He told jokes while doctors did triage 50 feet away. A reporter asked him after that rocket attack: “Why risk it? You could do this in Vegas.” Hope smiled. “Because Christmas in a war zone is when a laugh weighs the most.” He died in 2003 at 100 years old. No one remembers his monologue timing. They remember the sound of hope — literal Hope — cutting through artillery. He never fired a shot. But he stood on more battlefields than most generals. He never wore a uniform. But he showed up more than anyone who did. On the one day a year when being away from home breaks you… he was there. 31 times. That’s not a career. That’s a commitment. Digital Artwork | AI Generated Image by Fresh Mind |

@DefiantLs The lips are moving, but all I hear is "MOO. mooo...moo. "

It's the plane's fault. It always is.

Oh look….the one person who has spoken from aboard the Cruise Ship where the alleged Hantavirus broke out (reading from a script) Jake Rosemarin - was also a Crisis Actor & worked for Pharmaceuticals curing COVID. Humanity deserves better Psyops.

@kelly_ques A beef processing plant in Nebraska. You can smell the nasty from the highway passing by, but I was inside the building. Horrible odor.

Where’s the worst-smelling place you have ever been?

@RobertaFresque2 Sultans Of Swing - by Dire Straits

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@Oldtimers365 Bit'o Honey Chunky

@USATRUMPMAN1 Alan Ladd

@wiseconnector Egypt

You can’t do it

Virus panic incoming. “Trust the experts” turned into years of chaos. Now they want another shot at control. Don’t let fear control you again! Let me know what you think.

A short blog story about my brother, and my dog. . deepthaw-ts.blogspot.com/2026/05/that-l…