Brave Little Poaster

The fattest one

@raqisright @climatepaige This is just called going on dates right? I mean at this point I must have had 150 girlfriends between 27 and 39 and I’ve hardly dated for the last 5 years or so.

@climatepaige 3 boyfriends for the 3 months this year 😭😭😭

NYC is where 60% of people are “single” but are all seeing someone. It is a city of the “almost” relationship (hell) I have had 3 boyfriends this year, but have been single all year Crazy

@raqisright Denver is hell. I haven’t had sex since May, with an old flame I’ve slept with on and off for 9 years. I messed around with a woman on a first date, got her topless etc but she broke that off because she didn’t like that I have female friends. It’s rough out there.

@AprilHuggett You’re amazing.

I’m writing this while I’m still in it. Still stressed. Still exhausted. Still after crying. And I’m still working through the night. I need people to understand what this really looks like. The posts you see do not come from some calm, quiet, comfortable life. They are written in the middle of pressure, fatigue, sickness, grief, and responsibility. I take a photo, I write my story, and I post it. Then I keep working. Because I have to. Because my guys need me. Because I cannot give up. Because if I stop, the consequences are real. Every single day, I make the choice to stay here. And yes, sometimes that choice hurts. I am human. I know I could go home. I know there is a beautiful life waiting for me somewhere else. I know what I am missing. I know what rest could look like. I know what peace could feel like. But I stay. I stay because my boys cannot simply go home. I stay because they do not have the freedoms I have as a foreigner under contract. I stay because love is not a feeling here. Love is duty. Love is sacrifice. Love is showing up again and again, even when you are breaking. Right now, I am doing the work of five or six people in this brigade. Not because I have endless strength. Not because I never fall apart. Not because I am some kind of machine. I do it because I care that much. I do it because I am passionate, because I believe in #Ukraine I am a soldier. Not a volunteer. This is not something I step in and out of when it is convenient or I have the energy. This is my duty. 24/7. I save my vacation because when I finally leave for a little while, I do not want a getaway. I do not want a trip. I do not want sightseeing. I do not want Kyiv. I do not want the Carpathians. I want to go home to #Canada. And until the day I can do that, I work. Every post. Every video. Every message. Every fundraiser. I am on duty. Every four to six weeks, I scrape together a few hours to take care of myself and try to remember what normal feels like. But the truth is that I am tired. And some of what I do might look small from the outside. It might look ordinary. It might even look stupid. It is not. Because if I do not do these things, people will die. And yes, they may die anyway. This is war. There are no guarantees here. There are no perfect endings. There is only the fight to give them a better chance, one more chance, any chance at all. YOU give them that fighting chance. And that is why I am asking you, from the deepest and most exhausted part of me, to help. paypal.com/donate?campaig… I cannot do this alone. I am one person doing the work of five or six people. But with you, I am not alone. With you, thousands of hands help carry this weight. With you, this burden becomes survivable. With you, these men have more than hope, they have support, action, and a chance to make it through. Please do not scroll past this. Please do not assume someone else will step in. Please do not underestimate how much this matters. #Support93

@Mankosmash @KILLTOPARTY Very biutiful foto deer beep beep I like milk truk

@KILLTOPARTY H1-Booba

Fellas? (bobs and vegana edition)

@KILLTOPARTY Very biutiful foto deer

Denver resident. They push tamales on you in any Walmart parking lot, even at night. They’ll walk up behind you to catch you off guard. They’re not selling, they’re trying to rob or carjack you. Deport. There are a lot of great tamales to be had here, by people who are hard working and run legit businesses. If it’s a sweet old abuela, you’re fine. A military age male pushing that shit on you in a parking lot at 11:00 pm? You best be carrying.

Tamale grandma's you say? Reported to ICE Denver.

@HardPass4 I bought a Walther PPK. I need to get a custom IWB leather holster for it. Will I carry? Maybe idk

After all, why shouldn’t I buy a tiny pocket .380?

@AprilHuggett Same for me, when I was WFH I was ripping Marlboros at my desk by lunch time. I’d crack open a bottle of wine too because why not. Nicotine ftw. A close friend of mine (you know her) gave me some Ukrainian variant of Zyn and it was 🔥.

@BravePoaster 🫂 over consumption of energy drinks and too much smoking for me

Goodbye seasonal depression. Hello regular #depression. 🌞

@BobMurphyEcon @Ami_Marisol 9/10 can confirm, it gaved me a stroke and now I’m addicted to Italian wets

@Ami_Marisol this is what having a stroke must feel like

Y’all look like you could use a pick me up so please enjoy the funniest memes I’ve ever seen.

@boomstickbabe Me too

I love her.

@DonShift3 Natalie. Natalia. Was she Russian? Her behavior sounds like she was. I dated an Ekaterina. Katia. Same shit. Stay away from those eastern euros.

I proposed to Natalie once. It was more of a discussion "Hey, we get along and seem to be attracted to each other and have similar view, so we'd probably be a good match. How about getting serious with the goal to get married?" She seemed thrilled. Over the next few days, told me what kind of ring she wanted (expensive 1ct engagement ring 😬), how I should approach her father, her dad's address, where we would move to and what kind of house/land her dad would buy us 💪🤑, etc. Then she went quiet for a week or so. I finally got her to talk to me. She texted "Oh, I thought you knew I was joking." Bullshit you were. I heard the tone in your voice and no woman talks about specifics with a dude like that. Anyhow, right then and there without further reply I blocked her number and deleted all her contact info. Told my boss (who was aware of the engaged-to-be-engaged) and I went home early. Last I looked, Natalie still has her maiden name.

@DolioJ Meatloaf in general doesn’t get enough credit, fucking fire

Bison meatloaf? Yes, please

@40kARTdotcom Moloch actually

Is she trying to summon Slannesh?

@trip_to_valkiri @MW0311Oneg I have to go through some BS to get an old surplus M1 when they just handing em out for free to every country we want to mire in conflict, shaking my damn head man

@MW0311Oneg Those are US Surplus M1 Carbines delivered in 1950s.

Luger pistols seen in an Ethiopian Army warehouse around 2021.

I’m monitoring the situation, Billy! And it doesn’t start with eye contact!

@annaENGwn Seems unnecessary

Thoughts?

@KILLTOPARTY How often do you think he swallowed another dude’s load while eating her pussy Bet it’s more than zero

IM SO EMBARRASSED AND DISGUSTED

I had to deal with USAA as power of attorney for a very close friend of mine, since she’s in Ukraine and I help to manage certain things here for her. Dealing with USAA fucking blows. Getting anything from them, including a call back, is like giving (or fuck, receiving) a proctology exam.

While everyone's once again on the whole "USAA is garbage" warpath (they are), it's time once again for me to share a little story from 2013: As some of you know, I do computer security stuff. Not just professionally, but for fun. One day in December 2013, I got some spam email. It was a phish. Purporting to be from USAA. Since I was taking 2 years off from working (voluntarily; I'd just gotten married and wanted to focus on me for a while), I had ample time on my hands. So, I started digging. Long story short: I located the threat actor -- full name, address, photo, front door, and all his infrastructure. I infiltrated that, and obtained full details of every USAA customer he's successfully tricked into handing over everything: PII, credentials, account details, credit/debit card info, the works. Along with his other campaigns running, pretending to be other banks. I packaged this all up professionally and approached the appropriate people in USAA about it. Explained who I was, that I'd done this professionally for decades, that I'd been a long-standing customer of USAA, etc. I was told, in no uncertain terms -- in fact, in these exact words -- "It's our policy not to pursue fraud". I was a bit taken aback. I had to have them repeat, and then explain that. I couldn't've possibly heard that right. Here I was, a security professional, handing them a fairly large threat actor on a silver platter, along with a decent-sized list of USAA customers that either had been victims of fraud, or were about to be. And they not only said they weren't interested, but that they intended to do quite literally nothing. Absolutely nothing. Earlier that year they'd stopped underwriting motorcycle policies, so I had already pulled my auto and bike insurance from them. So, I spent Christmas Eve night that year (because I wasn't about to wait) sitting in the office of a local bank opening new accounts, transferring everything out of USAA. The following week we took it to the State Police. They were interested, but had no idea what to do with the information, even after I politely suggested various avenues to pursue. And I was talking with the officer who was in charge of "all the computer stuff". The report remains on file. The threat actor remains at large. His victims remain screwed. USAA doesn't give two shits about you, and hasn't for quite some time.