trex

Stop being okay with everything‚ you deserve to be treated right.

Boy beats up a bully that was calling him a b*tch

Konvy puts on a Messi shirt and immediately banks $26,000 playing Keno on Rainbet. The jersey buff might actually be real.

My parents built their house when I was 18 months old. Right after they poured the concrete slab for the foundation, my dad.....the most sentimental man alive decided he wanted to preserve one tiny baby footprint in the floor of the house I’d grow up in. He carried me down the ladder into the fresh concrete pit, all proud and emotional. “Look at this, buddy!” he said excitedly. “We’re gonna put your little foot right here so you can always know this house was built for you.” My mom was up top yelling down, “Be careful with him! That concrete is still wet!” Dad just chuckled and replied, “Relax honey, I’ve got him. This is a father-son moment!”

the weed panic attack is simply a part of smoking weed that u gotta learn to accept

I work IT help desk for a mid-sized company. Most of my calls are password resets and printer issues. Occasionally, something happens that I have to write down immediately or I won't believe it happened. This one came in on a Monday morning. "IT, this is Marcus, how can I help you?" "Yes, hi, my computer isn't working." Standard opener. "Okay, can you describe what's happening?" "It's just not working." "Is it not turning on, or—" "It's on. The screen is on. But it's not working." I asked him to walk me through what he was trying to do. "I'm trying to open my email." "Okay, and what happens when you click on Outlook?" Pause. "What do you mean, click on it?" This was the moment I should have recognized what kind of call this was going to be. I did not recognize it fast enough. "Is there an Outlook icon on your taskbar, or on the desktop?" "There are a lot of little pictures on the screen." "Okay. Do any of them say Outlook, or have an envelope on them?" "Hold on." Long pause. "There's one that looks like an O." "That might be it. Go ahead and click that." "With what?" I took a quiet breath. "With your mouse." "I don't have a mouse." "Is there a touchpad on the laptop?" "It's not a laptop." "Okay, so it's a desktop. Is there a mouse plugged into it?" "There's a lot of wires." I asked him to describe the wires. He described what sounded like a keyboard cable, a monitor cable, and a power cable. No mouse. "It looks like your mouse may be missing," I said. "In the meantime, you can use the keyboard to navigate. Press the Windows key—" "Which one is that?" "It should have a little Windows logo on it. Looks like a wavy flag." "All the keys just have letters." I paused. "What keyboard are you looking at?" "My phone keyboard." There was a very long silence. "Sir," I said carefully, "are you on a computer right now, or a phone?" "I'm on my phone. My computer isn't working." I had been troubleshooting a phone call. For eleven minutes. He had been describing his phone screen to me. The little pictures were apps. The O was Google Chrome. "What exactly," I said, very calmly, "is wrong with your computer?" "I don't know. I couldn't get it to work so I called you from my phone." "Did you try turning it on?" Pause. "...Is there a button for that?”

whole fight turned into a wrestling match 😭😭

I ordered shrimp and veggies from this hibachi food truck cause I wanted to skip rice and get my protein in. I pick it up and they go “we upgraded you to the fried rice entree for no charge! Enjoy!” The devil really never rests

Real stoners know the last hit always feels personal

The hardest battle is not against the world, but against yourself.

The same apps that track your productivity also sell your data to companies that make sure you stay anxious enough to keep consuming. The game is rigged and we’re paying monthly for the cheat codes.

& Dropping Yo Friend Off To Get Some Dick Is Sex Traffickin Just So Y'all Know.

I worked at Little Caesars for a short period and this one moment still lives in my head rent-free. We’re in the back proofing dough for the next day’s pizzas. It’s around 7pm and my boss is standing there staring at the trays like they personally offended her. She goes, “Okay, this dough needs to rise for 12 hours.” Then she pulls out a calculator. Like an actual physical calculator. I’m watching this and I’m like, “Umm… that’s gonna be 7am tomorrow.” She looks at me, blinks, then says, “Oh right, right.” She puts the calculator down for two seconds before picking it up again. “Also, the dough expires in 48 hours.” She starts punching numbers in again. I’m trying not to laugh and I tell her, “So… that’ll be two days from now.” She stops, looks at the calculator, looks at me, and says in complete seriousness: “Huh… that’s kinda weird how that works out, isn’t it?” I just stood there for a second, covered in flour, staring at this woman who needed a calculator to figure out that 12 hours from 7pm is 7am and 48 hours is two days. I didn’t say anything else. Just nodded slowly and went back to work. I quit not long after that.

To avoid smoking weed ### Benefits of Quitting Marijuana can lead to numerous health benefits.include improved mental clarity, enhanced emotional stability, better physical health, increase improved sleep quality. Guy's I hope I'm saying the truth.

One thing I ain't finna do is call weed 💨💨 zaza

Unpopular opinion: Marriage only benefits a woman when the man is truly capable of leading, providing, and protecting. Otherwise she’s just adding responsibilities to a life she already manages alone.

Ain’t much love out here, just people using people until they no longer need ’em.

One day, you’ll realize that some people were only meant to be a chapter in your story, but by then you’ll have spent years wishing they were the whole book.

Sometimes the lesson wasn't them leaving. It was you staying too long.

@Fitnessfreak420 Good for you 😌💯

@_trexszn I’m glad I left her ass

Nothing humbles a manipulator faster than losing control of the person they thought would never leave.