2021.09.24 02:10 Jordie_Chelle084 Period question
2021.09.24 02:10 Norseman103 L-I-V-I-N Alright alright alright
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2021.09.24 02:10 bigdon802 Is this for Griffin specifically?
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2021.09.24 02:10 No-Bag7478 Did marshal really get mugged by a monkey?
so, I'm on my 799th rewatch of himym and I'm wondering what everyone thinks happened to marshall. SO! leave your answers in the replies and try to give evidence and reasoning behind your opinions.
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2021.09.24 02:10 44faced Christhebrooo - Bag Talk feat. Ace Tarantino x Tsuku RSG x 1wayfe
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2021.09.24 02:10 prawnbiryani 💗☁🍦🌸🧁🤍🦩
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2021.09.24 02:10 phletch I would like to extend to you, an invitation to the Pants Party (1 spot)
2021.09.24 02:10 _Beastie Gobsprakk
Hi everybody, quick question on Gobsprakk’s rules. Every video I watch seems to say that this model is amazing rules wise and that for 300 points it’s a massive deal. I just dont get why though? He doesn’t seem to be able to do much damage, or even buff or debuff many units heavily. If anybody can explain to me how to use him or any combos w other rules that would be great, because I love the model and feel as if I am blanking on something obvious
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2021.09.24 02:10 Carwanderful 33 [M4R] UK/Anywhere - Looking for a new online friendship, gaming buddy, stargazing partner etc
The evenings are getting darker now and I'll be spending more time indoors. Spending time alone is lovely but spending time alone with someone else would be even better. It's been a while since I made a new connection. I have been getting to know people at work but breaking down that barrier between co-worker and friend takes a weirdly long time. I have a (non-monogamous) partner but she is a nurse so we don't get to spend as much time together as I'd like. My best friends are a married couple. I love them both but they have their own lives too. There's a gap in amongst all this and that's where you come in. I'm looking to meet someone new to have whatever kind of relationship you want. No pressure or expectations of any kind. We can chat, or talk on the phone or video call. Play video games together, or board games online. Share songs or movie recommendations. Flirt or vent or read to each other. Really I'm pretty open to just about anything. Sound intriguing? Or like a decent way to pass a few hours? Message me. Let's see what happens next.
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2021.09.24 02:10 Falling_Frogs Rip to the world I lost 😞
2021.09.24 02:10 beats_bears Azelf 7717 2390 0001 or 8002 1893 3330 Please be online :)
2021.09.24 02:10 evrtt2009 30k club!! My damn ocd wouldn’t leave me alone
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2021.09.24 02:10 Coastandes343 YES BOYSSSSSSSSSS
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2021.09.24 02:10 BmC1331 Pacts of Men - 6 of 11
To see where Taz's adventure begins: https://www.reddit.com/cryosleep/comments/prdku0/pacts_of_men_part_1_of_11/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Trigger warning for animal lovers. Please do not continue if you are sensitive to animals in graphic situations.
6: Pulling Teeth
Bentham navigates the truck back to their hidden cul-de-sac. The man stops the truck at a wall of branches and foliage. Bentham struggles with moving the marker car as Taz watches the road quitely. Covered in sweat from his labor, Bentham opens the natural gate and guides the truck along the rocky path. Gravel crunches and pops beneath the wheels as man and dog ignore one another.
Bentham drives the truck up onto the lawn of one of the new model homes. The truck engine roars and the tires spin in the mud, but he gradually maneuvers the vehicle into the backyard. A half dozen other pickup trucks are parked behind the house. The back yard is like a pickup truck graveyard. Taz gets down from the truck and saunters off without looking at the man. The dog feels the man’s eyes on him as he walks away.
Bentham speaks what sounds like an apology to the dog. Taz keeps his distance and tries not to show interest in what the man is doing. Bentham shrugs and goes back to work. His muscles bulge beneath his brown skin as he unloads the car batteries and supplies. Car batteries and cases of water stack to the ceiling inside the house. Each of the batteries have wires running from them to a generator on the side of the house. The wires run like snakes across the floor and out the window.
Bentham returns to the center house and whistles once or twice. Taz ignores him and lays down in the center of the road. The thunder above them drowns out the man’s calls. Taz looks at the sky and frowns.
Bentham goes back inside his main home. Taz hears bottles clink as the man shuffles around inside the house. Taz rubs his snout on the ground as he tries to itch away the swelling. Bentham returns carrying a large brown bottle in one hand and a red and white plastic box in the other. He the bottle and medical kit next to the cheap lawn furniture on the porch, and frowns at Taz’s itching.
Bentham pours himself a glass of brown liquid from the foul-smelling bottle. He takes the small glass and swallows the substance in one gulp. He winces at the taste as it burns his tongue and positions the red and white box on a stand next to the chair.
The first splashes of rain start to bounce off the gravel road. The rocks jump with each impact, and Taz feels like the bigger drops are landing on him specifically. Taz soaks and Bentham implores him to come in from the rain. With glass in hand Bentham gestures to the dry space beneath the awning. The man gives up, and when he sits down, Taz begrudgingly gets up and saunters in from the rain. Bentham is about to say something when the dripping wet marble dog shakes himself off, saturating the dry porch in rain.
Bentham wipes off rain and smiles. He sits back, watches the rain, and sips from his drink. When he moves, the chair groans and Taz thinks it may collapse. The brown bottle is dirty from use and the label is missing. Bentham pours himself another glass, takes a large gulp without wincing this time, and begins his story.
He does not look at Taz, but Taz knows he is talking to him. As he stares into the pouring rain Bentham speaks softly about the end of the world. About his wife, and his daughter and what was before.
Taz tries to ignore the man, but there is a longing that stirs a feeling in the Husky’s chest. It is like the feeling he experienced when he had to leave Izzy in her rotting pink room. He tells Taz of something called the CDC and governments failing and no one knowing what to do until it was all too late. Until there wasn’t anything to do. Until every half measure had been haphazardly tried and fully failed.
He stumbles through his introduction, takes another swig, and starts over. He talks about his neighbors, and Friday night beers on the corner and Sunday afternoon barbeques after church. He asks Taz if he goes to church, or if he is a Muslim dog and goes to mosque? Bentham laughs at his own joke, grimaces, and drinks more of the brown liquid.
The lightning flashes, and Taz thinks he sees the outline of the black lab standing on the gravel road. She is sharper and skinnier when he last saw her. The lightning flashes again and she is gone.
Bentham starts gesturing with his hands and stumbling over words. He rambles on about how everyone in the neighborhood knew one another. Borrowed lawn mowers or watched out for one another’s kids or hitched rides to the store. But overnight everything changed. Doors closed forever and people stopped going out. Hospitals and funeral homes closed, so people started laying their dead out in their backyards or garages. One night, someone set fire to a few homes on the block. Next night, the Jeffersons were murdered in their sleep. By the time the news stopped running and the power went out most of the houses were filled with the dead and dying.
His wife had locked herself in her room at the first signs of sickness, and after three days the coughing and moaning from the room ceased. But the young lasted longer. Kaylee, his daughter. He was so scared. Bentham can’t remember if he was scared of more, Kaylee dying or Kaylee continuing to live. With all the courage he could muster he snuck food and water through a crack in her door and scurry away. Each time he hoped she would not call out to him because he was not brave enough to step in the same room. Even after she was too weak to get up and too far gone, he kept slipping sustenance through the door. Rotting food piled up.
Bentham starts to cry at the memory. He wishes he had risked touching Kaylee one last time, instead of living in this world where he did not. Taz cannot take his eyes off Bentham’s pain. On full display. He creeps next to the man’s chair.
Bentham’s tone hardens and his brown eyes turn to grey. They had been boys when the neighborhood still had picnics and community walks. They were as good as teenage boys could be. There were some toilet papering yards and some booze missing from parent’s liquor cabinets that ended up smashed and empty in the street. Bentham once caught the eldest boy letting himself into cars and stealing change. He scared the living Christ out of the boy, but didn’t tell his parents or report it to the police. Boys will be boys. But when the power failed, and their parents died, the children became something else.
Bentham looks at Taz with pleading eyes. Taz whines and shifts closer to the man, consumed in his pain. The man opens the red and white box. Bentham rummages through metal instruments, glass vials, bandages and packages while he continues his story. He lays out several brown packages, a needle, and some pliers.
Most of the adults were dead or bed ridden, so the boys ran as a pack. Each day their gang grew smaller, and every time it shrank, the members of the pack became more ferocious. Bentham knew the day they were coming for his daughter. Laughter and gunshots preceded their arrival. Few were alive, leaving the houses unattended. The sound of the pack grew louder as the boys went door to door, administering their version of mercy.
Then they were at his door, sick and bleeding and sweating, carrying hunks of deadly metal meant for men at war. Bentham gestures at the gun in disgust. The boys forced their way in while Bentham hid in the attic. He recounts their sick laughter and strong coughs fill the house. He goes silent and stops.
Bentham trembles and grips his empty pistol tightly. His eyes are wild and the smell of the brown liquid oozes through his pores. He struggles to stand and drops the empty gun. He snatches up the plastic bucket and places it in the rain. He lets the water wash away his tears. He collects water in a plastic bucket with his back turned to the porch. He comes back under the awning and dumps a couple of the brown packets into the bucket. Taz creeps close and sniffs at the odorless mush. Bentham stirs the mixture, and the bucket fills up with a paste like substance.
He weeps through the last part of his story. Where he hid and listened to the demons and his Kaylee. Where he bit through his own tongue to keep from calling out. He cries harder when he tells Taz her she called out for him.
The bottle is almost gone and the storm’s ferocity picks up. Taz inches closer to the man as the heat of shame and rage washes over him. After the last shot rang out and the demons left he didn’t even look in her room. He just fled. He tells the dog that he went back a week later and burned his house down. But he never went inside and never looked for the boys.
Taz is in the man’s lap and cries with him. He thinks he sees the black lab on the edge of the forest but does not care right now. The call of nature is distant, far away. This man is here, his pain so great it could turn into something sharp and cut them both. Bentham touches the dog, cradles him. They both think about lost little girls. Bentham runs his hands slowly along Taz’s neck and pulls the color into focus. Taz winces as the man touches the sore spot on his jaw, but the Husky does not bark or bite.
‘Taz.’ The man says. Taz pants a little and wags his tail at the sound of his name. The man smiles a small, distracted smile, and Taz tries to grin back. The pain in his jaw crashes over him, and Taz cringes. The man holds Taz, looks into his dogs eyes, and says something very serious. He then reaches over to the long, thin hypodermic needle. The man holds Taz tight, and the Husky stiffens. Taz knows the man is about to do something bad, but has to to do something good. He can feel that in humans. Bentham soothes him, and pinches the Husky ever so lightly in the shoulder.
Taz yelps, and jumps back. Black and white features furrow up, and Taz tries to bare his damaged fangs. Instead, he finds himself falling over, into a blissful, drug induced sleep.
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2021.09.24 02:10 anacsdcunha I received my package, but just received an invoice for duty. What happens if I just don't pay?
I already have my package, and they don't have my credit card number or anything, so I wonder what happens if I just don't pay it? There's no due date on it either.
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2021.09.24 02:10 aymanshak if this is removed.... i will have to use my herobrine energy....
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2021.09.24 02:10 n0ahbody Jason Kenney should do the honourable thing and resign
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2021.09.24 02:10 Kunphen Watch Seth Meyers Kick Off Climate Night With a Billy Joel Parody
2021.09.24 02:10 YoussefIIs I'm so tired of being lonely
It's getting hard and suffocating me , no one cares about me no one tries to understand me mo one really knows me , i have a friend and a gf but i have no one to share anything with , no one around when I'm crying at two am .. I'm in huge constant pain and there's no human being who cares about me i don't feel loved by anyone I feel so distant from everybody else i feel that I'm a weird obnoxious loner .. no one in my life would even spend five minutes listening to me venting
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2021.09.24 02:10 RahJonesPhotos Walmart Pickup
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2021.09.24 02:10 Fro1254 $90 for this beauty today
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2021.09.24 02:10 CrazyCorgiLady4Ever Would it be ok to break up with my boyfriend(M20), or would I(F18) be wrong?
So I am an almost 18-year-old girl, and have been with my boyfriend for almost a full year now. I am wondering if I would be wrong to break up with my boyfriend. Here is why, for one, I lost attraction to him and don't fully love him anymore.
Two, he is a doormat when it comes to his dad. His dad doesn't want him getting a real job so my boyfriend can be free labor to the "family business". In reality, the family business is buying and reselling things at a flea market. He believes that he, a 20-year-old man, needs a reason to move out of the home. Because other wise he would be hurting his father for no reason.
Three, his brother is a spoiled brat that makes it so that my boyfriend has to do all the chores. I see clear favoritism, his brother has had 3 different phones from age 11 while my boyfriend got his first phone at age 18. His brother doesn't appreciate gifts that were given to him by my boyfriend, gifts with thought put into it.
Four, I don't see any future where my current boyfriend is in it. I don't see him going any were; because he knows the situation he is in and doesn't do anything about it. If we were to theoretically have kids, would he fall to his dad's wishes or do as told?
So is it ok for me to break things off with him, I can not stand a long-distance relationship but feel pressured to stay in it?
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2021.09.24 02:10 RestrictedXcess RXG Presents Cutscene TV: Cyberpunk 2077 Episode 1
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2021.09.24 02:10 kabarcryoprecipi R. Kelly's defense says accusers had motive to lie. 'Convict him,' prosecutor says
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2021.09.24 02:10 Wayward_Prometheus Nick Diaz addresses love/hate relationship with MMA, says ‘if I get my ass whooped, I want to come right back’
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