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Heat – Full Bank Robbery Shootout

Buying People Presents That Are Really For Yourself

How To Butcher a Whole Tuna

Grumpy Basset Hound Wants Attention

Virginia Woman Mauled To Death By Her Dogs During Walk In Woods

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What It’s Like Being a Virgin at 40 – VICE

77 Important Truths I’ve Learned About Life – Medium

That 7 In 1 Cooker Everyone’s Freaking Out About – Amazon

Lindsey Pelas’ Sexy New Bikini Shoot Will Heat Up The Holidays – Maxim

14 Nauseating and Outrageous Sex Acts from Marquis De Sade’s 120 Days of Sodom – Ranker

What Life Is Like After Leaving One of the Most Notorious Cults in the World – Broadly

All 29 Steven Spielberg Movies, Ranked From Worst To Best – Vulture

Demi Lovato’s Inappropriate Christmas of the Day – Drunken Stepfather

Here Are The Texts ESPN’s John Buccigross Sent To Coworker, Which She Says Is Sexual Harassment – Daily Snark

Hot And Sexy Erica Fett Pics – Barnorama

How Much It Costs to Open a Taco Bell – Eater

Hot girls with muscles – Leenks

Silicon Valley’s Dumbest ‘Inventions’ of 2017 – Gizmodo

Hot Girls In Bikinis..Nuff Said – Radass

7 money-making lessons from the richest man who ever lived – Market Watch

Final Photos Taken Seconds Before Tragedy Struck – OMG Lane

Victoria Justice, Kaley Cuoco and Other Random Ladies – G-Celeb

5 Tricks Video Games Use To Addict You – Grumpy Sloth

Foods You Should Never Eat Before Sex – Mel Magazine

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Longest combo in UFC history

Crazy Muay Thai Sparring

Piece of sh*t fighter knocks his opponent out, tries to continue hitting unconscious opponent, referee takes corrective action 

Gary Goodridge put Don Frye to sleep with head kick

The signature Krazy Horse helicopter slam

Melvin Manhoef obliterates Sakuraba

Akiyama survives Melvin Manhoefs onslaught and submits him

And this is why you don’t hit a boxer’s girlfriend

Super Legit

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We know what living is. We can feel it when we do it. We can taste it, breathe it, love it. We have glimpses of its wonder and fear and brutal reality. We live when we identify our fear rather than ignoring it and walk toward it rather than running from it.

Hellen Keller said that life is a daring adventure or nothing at all.

Daring isn’t meek. It isn’t safe or weak. Daring is audacity. Daring is dangerous and sometimes reckless and oftentimes scary as shit, but it’s backed by courage and forward motion.

Daring doesn’t have to be in an instant, it can be a lifetime pursuit. It can be found in the grit required to endure and outlast, or the balls to stand up, man up, and accept a challenge head on.

Life cannot exist within the confines of a safe existence. Your comfort zones are akin to a slow, painless, and ignorant death. They’re the avoidance of life, not the enjoyment of it.

Dare greatly, please. Dare greatly daily and in the big picture and in the big moments of your life when you can act like a man or shrivel like a coward.

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Welcome to Alinea, a Michelin three-star restaurant in Chicago’s Lincoln Park neighborhood.

The first course combined warm Dijon mustard with chilled golden trout roe and grapefruit. It made for an unlikely, delicious combination.

Next was this stick of deep-fried tofu skin wrapped with shrimp and sprinkled with black and white sesame seeds. In the bowl was a miso paste for dipping.

Diners then received a fork holding octopus purée, red wine gelée, and coriander (cilantro) that was suspended over a bowl filled with eggplant foam.

In this dish, an oyster leaf (which naturally tastes very similar to an oyster) was presented in a real oyster shell. It was accompanied by a buttery scallop topped with beer foam and a razor clam.

Up next was the first in a three-part course. Here, diners ate sprouting pea leaves growing from a sweet pea soup.

The upper layer of the dish was removed to reveal freeze-dried peas in a spring pea meringue.

Finally, diners were shown the bottom of the dish, which contained frozen pea purée with green apple sorbet and frozen Greek yogurt.

The peas were followed by a chunk of deep-fried yellowtail with banana and ginger that was skewered with a vanilla bean and balanced upon a specially-made dish.

oraged mushrooms were contrasted with pickled ramps (a type of leek). Sumac, a tart spice, held the dish together.

This is the Chef’s signature Potato course. It’s a hot potato topped with a slice of black truffle and suspended above cold potato soup. You slide out the skewer so the hot potato and truffle mixes with the soup and eat immediately.

Two orange flags were placed on the table earlier in the meal. The server said they would come into play in a later course.

A plate of specially-chosen ingredients were laid out in front of each guest. They included smoked salt, crushed blackberry, black garlic, and tobacco pudding, among others.

Those flags turned out to be pasta for a DIY ravioli course! They were set on a specially-made stand to elevate the pasta’s corners.

Short rib was then placed in the ravioli, and guests seasoned their own dish before eating it with their hands. Towels were provided afterward.

Next, a single raviolo filled with black truffle stock was presented on a spoon, topped with Parmesan cheese, a lettuce leaf, and another thin slice of black truffle.

This is a 300-year-old dish created from a 100-year-old cook book, August Escoffier’s Le Guide Culinaire. Lamb sat atop two puff pastries with potato, and it was served on antique dishware.

It was presented alongside a glass of Cedar Knoll Vineyard’s 2006 Cabernet.

This was a palate cleanser made from liquid nitrogen-frozen yuzu. It resembled an ice cream cone upon arrival, and there was no way to rest the dish until it was finished.

This sweet course was presented on a wood block of aromatic cedar. Sweet potato, pecans, cayenne cotton candy, and bourbon gelée mixed together for a woodsy flavor.

Diners then sucked down a glass tube filled with lemongrass, lime, cucumber, and a chunk of dragon fruit.

And then it was time for dessert. Chef Achatz himself came out of the kitchen to create the dish, served atop a rubber table cloth.

Using small bowls of blueberries, honey, caramel, peanut nougat, liquid nitrogen frozen mousse, and berry sauce, the Chef created what looked like a dessert version of a Jackson Pollock masterpiece.

Guests were then encouraged to combine the ingredients so that each bite was different. Here’s the completed masterpiece.

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1. That Afghanistan was an actual country. It’s only so on a map; the people (in some of the more rural places, at least) have no concept of Afghanistan.

We were in a village in northern Kandahar province, talking to some people who of course had no idea who we were or why we were there. This was in 2004; not only had they not heard about 9/11, they hadn’t heard Americans had come over. Talking to them further, they hadn’t heard about that one time the Russians were in Afghanistan either.

We then asked if they knew where the city of Kandahar was, which is a rather large and important city some 30 miles to the south. They’d heard of it, but no one had ever been there, and they didn’t know when it was.

For them, there was no Afghanistan. The concept just didn’t exist.

2. About the fighting we did….I had in my mind that it would be these organized ambushes, against a somewhat organized force. It may have been like that for the push (Marjah), but once the initial defense was scattered, the fighting turned into some farmer getting paid a year’s salary to go fire an AK47 at our patrol as we walked by. I mean, no wonder there was so much PTSD going around…it doesn’t feel okay when you killed some farmer for trying to feed his kids, or save his family from torture that next night. It feels like shit actually.

3. That they had any idea why we were there. We’d ask them if they knew what 9/11 was, and they had no idea. We’d show them pictures of the WTC on fire after the planes hit, and ask them what it was…their response was usually that it was a picture of a building the US bombed in Kabul (their capitol).

Kind of mind blowing that they’re being occupied by a foreign military force and have no idea why.

4. That we would be fighting the Taliban. The majority of people we managed to detain had been coerced into shooting at us by the “Mujahideen” (which is made up of all sorts of people) who had kidnapped or threatened their family.

The most glaring example of this was when our FOB (Forward Operating Base) was attacked by a massive VBIED (truck bomb) that blew a hole in our wall. Suicide bombers ran into the FOB through the hole and blew themselves up in our bunkers. Every single one of them had their hands tied and remote detonation receivers (so they couldn’t back out).

5. I expected everything to be desert and mountains, but I spent as much time in orchards as I did anywhere else while I was there.

Also, a lot of the people didn’t want us there any more than they wanted the Taliban there. Ultimately they just wanted to be left alone to live their lives.

6. Their concept of food. In their culture if anyone had food they were to share it with everyone around them. This is even if you only have enough for one person to have a snack. It was almost as if they didn’t believe food could be owned by a person. Some of the Afghans I worked with would be offended if I ate anything and didn’t offer them some.

I guess also that I would actually be working with some Afghans. I didn’t expect that to be a thing.

7. I was mortuary affairs in 2008 during my first deployment to Afghanistan and I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. I never had to fight, but I was constantly dealing with the remains of 18-22 year old soldiers that had been blown into pieces or burned alive due to HMEs and IEDs. Seeing your fellow soldiers and countrymen brutally killed in such a way that is easy to see as cowardly turned me into a budding racist pretty quickly. I hated the Islamic religion and the people in Afghanistan and I had an opinion similar to the whole “just nuke em all” mentality. But one day we were called to the hospital on base to remove a dead civilian local national (which we often did if they died in our hospital or on base) and it turned out to be a 3 year old little girl that was shot with AK-47 fire at a fairly close range. Her father followed us to the morgue as we had to get his permission to take her into our care because we were males and all that, and he didn’t seem particularly bothered by his daughters violent murder imo. It wasn’t until we placed her into a hand-made casket (a sgt and I stayed up all night making a wood casket out of cheap particle board we found, despite neither of us having any clue what we were doing) and draped the Afghanistan flag onto it that his emotions came out. When we began to load the casket into the back of a truck to transport her off base, he lost it and collapsed onto the casket containing his little girl. We were holding her at the time so we nearly lost it, but were able to set her down as he gripped the flag and the casket and wailed louder than any wailing I would ever seen. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a grown man truly cry as if he’d just lost everything, but it’s surprising how much it affects you. I realized in that moment how wrong I was about everything. Felt like a real moron.

8. Soldiers tend to train for fighting at sub-500 metres. At least I always had. Not being able to see the enemy wasn’t completely out of the norm for training, but they were usually within the effective range of our small arms.

Come to Afghanistan and we were getting fired at by invisible enemies on the side of mountains a kilometre + away. We hardly knew we were getting engaged, let alone went into contact drills.

9. They told us we were going to fight the Taliban. Turns out, there is no way to know who is Taliban, or what Taliban is, or what they look like. A guy will be bringing his kid to your clinic one day, then shooting at you the next. You’ll make friends with a kid on an airdrop, then see that kid slit another kid’s throat on patrol a week later. There is no “enemy” and no goal. The people don’t even understand who you are or why you’re there. Many of them believed we were invulnerable demons. One elder tested this theory by sending a small child to try and stab me in the back with a knife, which was made by welding a blade onto an old .50 cal casing. Kids dig up mines, bouncing betty’s, and old russian munitions and set them off like firecrackers.

The place is a fucked up maelstrom with no conceivable sense of morality, justice, benevolence, or community. Every single person is just trying to survive.

10. That everyone was going to be dirty and poor like in those “help a poor starving child” commercials. I remember being really suprised to see kids running around playing in dirt roads and everyone was clean. No dirt smudges on their face or anything. Also there were these 2 little girls with the most unbelievably white dresses I have ever seen standing by the side of the road watching our convoy roll by. Very surreal.

11. (Deployed in 2011) My misconception was that we were going to help the Afghans have better lives. We would do anything we could to get people to talk to us and give us any information on the Taliban and Haqqani. Most said nothing, but some were honest: “Look, what good will it do me to talk to you? You will leave soon. They will still be here. What are you going to do for me? My brother was kidnapped last week. Have any Americans been doing anything about that? Can you protect me and my family? If something happens to us, can I count on you?” Of course, we would try to sound positive and helpful without making promises, and try to act like “Of course, we’re here to help you!” But protecting Afghan civilians was not the priority. Not that we would intentionally endanger them, but we would never go out of our way just to save or protect a local. “Force pro” (force protection) is the name of the game.

And I get it, it’s the military, not a humanitarian NGO. Certain missions take priority, and you can’t risk lives needlessly. I just thought that we might have put more effort into winning trust.

12. That it was really a war. It’s just people sustaining other people, with a lot of nothing actually getting done. As someone who was a gunner for most of my tour, we mainly did transportation missions from Kabul to the eastern province. We never saw any action, and to this day I thank God for that. The fact that a lot of my time outside of convoys was spent either sleeping, eating, or gaming surprised me I suppose, but in the end, we’re just there to provide presence, and not expected to actually acomplish anything. The amount of awards Givin out back in Kabul for people simply hitting a high quota of maintenance repairs threw me off to. There were times when I was looked down upon for not working everyday in a shop and instead being on convoys. The worst part of it all was losing a friend to suicide after returning home safe. That was something I never expected to see happen and it still messes with me to this day.

13. Was in the Tangi Valley and we had two of our 4 of hmmwvs broke in the middle of a town. The whole village male population came out to help us dig out our vehicles. Talking like 100-200 people who were digging and shit. Right next to us and with us.

Sun went down and it started to snow. Everyone left. We got attacked that night.

The villagers didn’t want us there. Not because they hated us, but because they knew their mud huts were about to get fucked up in the attack that would happen that night.

14. I served in both Iraq and Afghanistan (2 BCT, 101st Airborne 2004-2009), one preconception I had prior to arriving was that the whole country was a shithole. Afghanistan had some of the most beautiful landscapes and views I have ever had the pleasure of enjoying. The people there are simple, farming and hunting gathering type folk and when introduced to money they became extremely selfish.

15. I’ve been to eleven other countries during my five years in the Marines. Went there expecting the people to be chanting for our death and plotting nefarious acts of villainy all the time. Which, certainly, there are a few out there.

For the most part though, people the world over are the same with minor outliers. Afghanis are not an exception here. They mostly just want to be left alone, tend their land and their family. They’re almost exactly the same as anyone who grew up in the deep south, just a different flavor of religion.

Most interesting to me is how their history is passed down each generation. It’s all word of mouth, for generation after generation, and largely focused on the wars they’ve fought. The end result is you’ll have Elders in the mountains who’ll swear that their great-great grandfather fought against Alexander the Great.

16. I was deployed to Afghanistan in 2007. As a female with knowledge of the culture over there, I was sill shocked at the level of female inequality and general disrespect for females by Afghan men. Here are just a few examples:

• I was interviewing local truck drivers to get to the bottom of missing fuel. One of the drivers offered to “buy” me from my interpreter (because I’m obviously the terp’s property…) for $100 USD because “there’s no good pussy in Kabul”.

• I went on a humanitarian mission that would provide routine medical care and hygiene basics to locals in a rural district. I was there to help search any females that showed up. No females showed up because apparently their husbands don’t let them come out. Only the men and the male children were there.

• On said humanitarian mission, I was one of two female soldiers, and we had to spend the night outside a district center. Our commander had to get permission from the district leader for me and my buddy to use their bathroom since obviously we can’t just squat and piss. I’ll dig up a picture of this “bathroom” we got permission to use. Totally nuts.

• We had locals working on our FOB and I worked night shift in general, so during the day I’d be walking to the shower in my PT uniform (tshirt and shorts that are not flattering at all and went to my knees because I’m 5’3″) and these locals would drop what they were doing and gawk at me… they would yell “whore” and “slut”. I thought it was funny (but sad). I didn’t take it too seriously or else I would have spent the whole 15 months outraged.

17. After hearing so much about it from the guys that went before me, I went in with the expectation that I couldn’t trust anyone local and to always keep my weapon ready to kill them whenever I turned my back. This is actually true for much of the country. Never trust the ANP or the ANA, corruption is rampant (except the ANA commandos, those guys are pretty dope and love Afghanistan). Same with the local workers who would come on base, those guys were always trying to pull some shady shit. There is an exception though. Our interpreter was the fucking man, and I was honored to have served with him. He had been through four tours before we even got there, so he was more prepared and experienced than almost anyone in our Platoon. The day we got into the firefight that killed my squad leader, he refused and order to stay in the truck and dismounted with us armed with only a sling shot. That dude would have died for any of us, and us him.

Poor dude kept being promised a visa by the US government, and we did everything we could to help (recommendation letters, appeals to the chain of command, etc). He never got it, but fortunately he ended up being the interpreter for a British unit who helped secure him a British visa. He hadn’t been able to even visit his family in years but eventually was able to move his daughter and parents to London where he doesn’t have to look over his shoulder for the rest of his life. God speed, Jackie Chan (his nickname).

18. Before leaving, you have the idea that the Afghanis are all these terrorist loving American hating backward savages.

Once you got there it was astounding how wrong that assumption was. Easily some of the nicest people one the planet although some things are a bit backward in the smaller villages. They are just people who wanted to live a normal life and be left alone.

I would definitely have considered my self racist prior to going to Afghanistan but the people there definitely changed me for the better.

19. That all of life’s problems would be manageable once I got on that flight home.

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What is it like to be an MIT student?

The first thing I felt upon arriving at MIT was disbelief – disbelief that I had been admitted to the school that produced Nobel laureates and unicorn founders and made some of history’s most groundbreaking scientific discoveries. MIT had tens of thousands of applicants to choose from to fill their incoming class, and they chose…me? MIT had been my dream college for years, and I used to practically worship MIT students—and now, somehow, I was one of them.

Following that was the joy of being able to connect with interesting people—in high school, few of my friends cared to have deep technical conversations, but people at MIT loved them. I never had to search for long to find a group of friends who wanted to hypothesize with me about the possibility of colonizing Mars or try to estimate the number of blades of grass in Massachusetts.

After this initial honeymoon phase, however, I and many other students became deeply intimidated by our classmates. In high school we were all easily at the top of our respective classes in most, if not all, subjects, but now half of us were among the bottom half of the class. Before MIT, I knew a few people that I considered to be much smarter than me, but it was easy to accept that of all the people in the world, a handful operated on a level higher than I did. In contrast, these unfathomably intelligent people were suddenly everywhere—suddenly I was the one asking others to slow down their explanations so I could understand, instead of the one giving the explanations. Multiple times, my friends came out of an exam laughing about how easy it was while I had only managed to get through half of it. Unsurprisingly, a large number of MIT students are affected by Impostor Syndrome (Impostor syndrome – Wikipedia).

I also quickly realized that academics at MIT were not the same as academics in high school—rather than struggling to channel the discipline to finish all the busy work, I now truly struggled to understand the concepts, and no amount of discipline was going to help me. When I tried to load up on high-level classes and extracurriculars as I saw some of my friends doing, I quickly became overwhelmed and wanted nothing but for it to be over. During the fall semester of my sophomore year (by far my toughest semester), I was going to bed at around 4am on average, and I pulled multiple all-nighters. The struggle is perhaps somewhat romanticized before and after the fact, but while it was happening, all I wanted was another hour of sleep. During this time I grew envious of those who seemed like they could do it all—take twice the standard load of classes, lead multiple extracurricular organizations, and still find the time and energy to go out on Friday and Saturday night.

On a happier note, I found that I felt incredibly liberated at MIT. MIT students are some of the least judgmental people you’ll ever meet, and this created an atmosphere where I felt emboldened to try new things without the fear that I’d embarrass myself. I’d never been much of a performance artist in high school, but in college I joined an a cappella group (in which I stayed from my freshman year until graduation) and gave hip-hop dancing a whirl. This was probably my favorite part about attending MIT—I felt like I’d worry too much about making a fool of myself at other places, whereas at MIT we encouraged each other to make fools of themselves all the time. Letting go of this worry gave me the freedom to try many things I’d never even considered before, and as a result I grew much more as a person than I would have otherwise.

There isn’t really a good way to summarize in a couple of pithy sentences what it’s like to be an MIT student—the only way I could think of to describe it was with a list of largely unrelated paragraphs. Of course, there’s many more nuances that I haven’t covered here, and other people may have had vastly different experiences, but this covers the most important dimensions of how I felt during my time at MIT.

– Thom Lu

What’s it like to be an unattractive woman in a superficial world?

The bad

• The irony in my situation is that being an overweight person should make me more visible to people, but the only thing that it has made me is invisible. On many occasions, I’ve felt invisible to the men I’ve liked. I’ve been friendzoned and how! You know those memes where the woman says “Aww, you’re such a nice guy. Why can’t I find a guy just like you?”. Well, it’s happened to me, except that the man wanted a smart woman who was just like me, but obviously prettier. I’ve definitely become jaded as a result of this, and I always assume that all a man looks for in a woman is (conventional) beauty.
• I’ve always been fortunate to have pretty and amazing women as friends. This was something I never had trouble dealing with. Maybe it’s something I do, but I find almost all women pretty. As a result of being surrounded by so many beautiful women, I’ve always been considered as the wing-man for many men, who talk to me just so they can get with my friend. I cannot count how many times this has happened. And almost always, they stop talking to me once they’ve gotten the woman’s number. I have learnt to deal with this by refusing to be the middle man.
• In Indian families, it’s common to judge a girl by her beauty. Since I score a big, fat zero (pun intended) in that department, I’m considered to be a burden for my parents. It’s not uncommon to hear my relatives whisper things like “But how is he ever going to get her married? Just look at her!”. My mother was worried when I was going off to hostel, and a particularly caustic elder lady consoled her saying, “Oh don’t worry! I’m sure she won’t do a love marriage in college. Her looks would turn anyone off!”. Another one pointed to a cousin of mine and told me, “Look! She’s the beauty of the family. And what are you? Nothing!”. Every time I meet them, I hear a new insult, but I’ve learnt to disregard them and develop hide-like skin.
• As an overweight person, you’re entitled to receive advice and insults from every damn person, including strangers. People stop you on the road to tell you that you’re a disgrace, and that looking at you made their morning go sour. Auto drivers give you tips to look better and reduce weight, because otherwise you’d break their auto (cue laughter). Tailors tell you that walking most definitely works. People in buses look at you like you’re the biggest pile of excrement they’ve ever seen and wrinkle their noses. Again, I’ve learnt to hear it from one ear, and leave it out the other.
• Oh the assumptions people make about you! The fact that you like walking doesn’t make sense, you’re so fat. You don’t eat as much as I thought you would, you’re so fat. It’s weird that you can dance well, you’re so fat. I didn’t think you’d be so active, you’re so fat. I’m surprised you’re a nice person, you’re so fat. Good god, the wide variety of assumptions people make cracks me up. Of course, they are no more in number than assumptions about pretty people, thin people, whatever, but still!
• Being overweight is my weakness and I will be attacked for it, whatever the matter. As a kid in school, when I got into any debates, the only closing argument the other party could come up with is, “Oh yeah? Well, you’re fat and ugly!”. No shit, Sherlock. I thought people would grow up as time passes, but I came across the same kind of people in college too. People would always bring up my weight to “put me in my place”.

The good

• Not being considered as a conquest by men, is sort of nice at times, because you can be yourself with them. No one ever worried about introducing me to their boyfriends, or crushes. I never pretended to get the attention of men I liked, because I have always assumed that they’ll never like me. So, that part of my life is drama-free.
• I am extremely self-sufficient and I never depend on anyone to do anything. Sure, there might be women who don’t ask their significant others to do things for them, but I am yet to come across one, or maybe I’ve been around too many co-dependent relationships. I do everything by myself, and I have no problem doing so. Unlike many of my female friends, I don’t feel like a loser if I eat alone at a restaurant or sit in a bus listening to music or go for a movie by myself. This might sound crazy but I’ve been preparing myself for a ‘life as one’. I’ve picked up a lot of hobbies that will keep me occupied so I don’t feel the need for a significant other.
• Like all the women have mentioned here, being unattractive gave me a lot of time to work on my personality. I read a lot. I have always been funny. Some people say I am smart, I am not really sure about that bit. I am nice and helpful to most people. I am sort of an interesting person as well. So, the space I occupy in the world is not a total loss, I guess.
• I developed a very different view of what would qualify as a tragedy, looks wise. Bad hair days…um, aren’t those every day? Got a horrible sun tan…heh, talk to the blackened hand, sister! Anything related to looks and how my friends weren’t happy with themselves, I’d brush it off and tell them to chill. I don’t know if this helped anyone but my friends, but they’d always feel better after talking to me. Honestly, I love them so much I never noticed anything but how beautiful they were.

So, what does it feel like to be an unattractive woman? Like I’ll never be good enough.

– Gayathri Sitaraman

What’s It Like To Be A Cam Girl?

I’ve worked as a camgirl for just under a year and by the end of it I was a mess. I was self-obsessed, massive self-esteem issues, and branching out into more explicit and risky acts to try and maintain my userbase.

You get zero respect from your ‘fans’ who just view you as something to be bought. You’re literally showing that women and their sexuality just has a price tag.

Worst of is that I didn’t really need to do it, I certainly didn’t save that money and just wasted it on drinks and drugs, but I just wanted to party and feel like a rockstar. The job I worked alongside my degree wasn’t particularly engaging and I felt like I was better than that. I’m sexy, young, and smart! I deserve more! So I started doing cam work. Because everyone knows how much you can make!

I felt like I was making every person that connected dance to my strings and that I was in control. I had power. People wanted to see me and would pay me to show them more. They’d beg, plead, and sometimes even demand and it was all down to me.

Honestly I’m glad I got out and I feel so sorry for girls in their late teens/early 20s getting into it think that they’re empowered by showing their bodies online. That they’re taking charge of themselves because they’re strong and they’re able to choose who and where to do so. That they’re safe from sexual assault as they’re not working a stage and it’s from the comfort of their own home.

I don’t doubt that there are people who are legitimately happy with themselves, without a shred of doubt, but I ended up networking with a lot of girls in a similar position to me. We talked to one another in group chats/facebook/whatsapp and became friends. What I thought were ‘real friends’ but it just turns out it was an echo-chamber to try and keep ourselves all sane. That we were doing the right thing. That men are pigs and we were above them. That none of us ‘needed’ to do this but did it for the fun, the thrills, for women everywhere who didn’t have this freedom!

But then you think to the times you degrade yourself or jump to their commands to get that tip, to earn a little more, to fund that party you want to hit up this weekend. To buy this dress. To get those shoes. To cover your rent because you blew way too much last night.

Suddenly you realise you’re in a lifestyle you don’t want, you find it hard to maintain real relationships because most guys don’t have any interest in a girl that’s so ‘easy’ despite the fact you’ve not actually had sex in close to a year. That people don’t value you as much because something half the population give away for love or passion alone you give away for some cold hard cash. Despite the fact it’s all through a screen you’re essentially a prostitute lite, worse than a call girl, and no better than a whore on the corner.

The worst of it though? Other women who wouldn’t dream of doing this, for whatever reason they want to throw out, call you a hero. A champion of feminism! Taking control of your body, your life, and being who you want to be. Not giving a fuck about men and just using them like the animals they are!

They don’t consider the effect it can have on your mental state being bombarded by every level of sexual perversion available.  By having men label you, demand you dance to their wallet, and sate their lust.

You ever seen a camgirl break down? It’s not pretty but it’s easy to find because people always tend to be recording. Is your show that good? Well it could end up on pronhub or another massive site, it could end up circulating your class because you should never underestimate just how much pron young teenage guys can consume. Even if you take steps to hide it unless you’re really buying into the idea it’s empowering it’ll be something you’ve got to carry around with you for quite some time.

It was infrequent that I was recognised, but some people did, and for the most part it was just an awkward phase where I then had to find somewhere else to work. Now and again though some men would think it’s leverage to be exploited, to use against me, and to try and coerce me. Never stupid enough to message me but with the scary confrontations after a shift or after class which may seem friendly enough from a glance but have you utterly terrified down to the soles of your shoes. Sometimes they’ll find out some more information about you, through something in the background, through something you say…by some tiny clue. Then they’ll find out more and more til they message friends, family, and let them know your little secret.

Money isn’t everything, you only have one life, and I feel that I’m constantly going to have this looming over my life. I don’t doubt that someone here is going to tell me ‘It’ll be fine, don’t worry, no one can judge you but yourself’ but at the end of the day unless you go through this or worse yourself you’ve just got no idea.

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Prison in Gitarama, Rwanda, designed to hold 400 inmates…now holds 7000

How to Butcher and Cook Wild Rabbit

“The Worst Roofing Job Ever! This Tops Anything I have Seen in 25 Years of Roofing”

I think this roofing job might top the last roofing job

Emirates Game Changing B777 New First Class Suites!

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The Day I Found Out My Life Was Hanging by a Thread: Startup CEO Matt Bencke, 45, thought he’d thrown out his back. Then he went to the ER and received the most sobering news of his life. – Wired

A Definitive Ranking Of Fast-Food French Fries – First We Feast

One of the biggest deterrents to home burglars are security cameras – Zmodo

Comcast, Cox, Frontier All Raising Internet Access Rates for 2018 – Digital Music News

The Tortured, Painful Life of Janis Joplin, The Baddest Woman In Rock History – Weird History

The 24 Biggest Questions We Have After Seeing Star Wars: The Last Jedi – i09

Warning: Don’t Use Probiotics Before You See This – Silence Your Cravings

The Daily Picdump – Leenks

Here Is What Happens When You Fill A Car’s Gas Tank With Coke – Jalopnik

USA Gymnastics Reportedly Paid McKayla Maroney to Keep Quiet About Larry Nassar’s Abuse – The Ringer

Jaclyn Swedberg Is One Pretty Piece – Yes Bitch

The Willis Sisters Bathe Together of the Day – Drunken Stepfather

Man With World’s Largest Penis Registers As Disabled – Unilad

The ‘Lost Boys’: Hollywood producer Gary Goddard accused of sexual misconduct by 8 former child actors – LA Times

The Rise of Victimhood Culture – The Atlantic

If you like booty, this post is for you! – Radass

Seven Reasons Socialism is Bad – Grumpy Sloth

The 21 Things to Let Go to Become the Happiest Person in the World – Knowledge For Men

What Is the Most “Godless” City on Earth? – Big Think

Victoria Justice, Kaley Cuoco and Other Random Ladies – G-Celeb

A Dominatrix Made Men Mine $1 Million In Cryptocurrency For Her – Market Watch

Leonardo DiCaprio Has Himself a New 20-Year-Old Girlfriend for 2018 – The Blemish

What the ‘Tax Cuts and Jobs Act’ means for you – Fox News

Animals Having The Best Day Ever – Sad And Useless

Bella Thorne Sex Tape Needs To Happen – Hollywood Tuna

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If you want to be successful, you have to take 100% responsibility for everything that you experience in your life. This includes the level of your achievements, the results you produce, the quality of your relationships, the state of your health and physical fitness, your income, your debts, your feelings—everything! This is not easy.

In fact, most of us have been conditioned to blame something outside of ourselves for the parts of our life we don’t like. We blame our parents, our bosses, our friends, our co-workers, our clients, our spouse, the weather, the economy, our astrological chart, our lack of money—anyone or anything we can pin the blame on. We never want to look at where the real problem is—ourselves.

If you want to create the life of your dreams, then you are going to have to take 100% responsibility for your life as well. That means giving up all your excuses, all your victim stories, all the reason why you can’t and why you haven’t up until now, and all your blaming of outside circumstances. You have to give them all up forever.

You have to take the position that you have always had the power to make it different, to get it right, to produce the desired result. For whatever reason—ignorance, lack of awareness, fear, needing to be right, the need to feel save—you chose not to exercise that power. Who knows why? It doesn’t matter. The past is the past. All that matters now is that from this point forward you choose—that’s right, it’s a choice—you chose to act as if (that’s all that’s required—to act as if) you are 100% responsible for everything that does or doesn’t happen to you.
 
If something doesn’t turn out as planned, you will ask yourself, “How did I create that? What was I thinking? What were my beliefs? What did I say or not say? What did I do or not do to create that result? How did I get the other person to act that way? What do I need to do differently next time to get the result I want?”

― Jack Canfield, The Success Principles

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How big is your penis?

It varies a lot, but I will give you my latest findings from the tape measure department: Max length is 2 inches soft, and 3 inches hard. The circumference — 3.3 inches soft, 4.0 inches hard 

When did you realize you were smaller than average?

It built up over time. When I was 9 years old, my parents split up and my dad would send me to stay with friends and relatives during the summer. And I was quite a screwed-up kid and I was a compulsive bed wetter, so I would wake up in the morning and my bed was soaking, all the sheets and everything. On one occasion, my friend’s mother got really angry and told me I must not do this anymore and I had to take off my wet pajamas in the kitchen in front of everyone and that’s something I remember vividly. It was quite a horrible time and it happened once again when we went to stay in a hotel in the west of England.

At this point, I was about 12 and I was quite fat because I lived with my dad and he didn’t cook, so I was just eating loads of junk food. I was pre-puberty and I was embarrassed all the time. When I wet the bed, the manager, a woman, said if you do that once more I’m going to cut off your silly little willy. That really stuck with me. Very soon after that, at secondary school, we were all made to do gym, and when we were in the changing room, that’s when I really became aware of how different I was because most of the other boys were entering puberty and I was already very embarrassed about my body, but it just got worse. I got really badly bullied and teased by the kids and the teachers. The teachers were worse than the kids. It was really quite nasty. They didn’t refer to my penis, but the kids did. I just wanted to hide. I was so plump I couldn’t even see it. 

Is that when you discovered they come in different sizes?

Yes. There were two or three boys who were obviously very well developed and they would swagger around showing off. I was desperate not to show anything, so I’d really try and hide. As the months went on, it got worse because everyone changed, but I didn’t, and by the time I was 14, I was still a very plump boy with a very small penis. 

What was puberty like?

I became anorexic when I was about 14, I think because I was bullied about my weight I stopped eating. But I did suddenly start to grow very tall quite quickly and I got very thin and I got pubic hair. Unfortunately, the bits that didn’t grow very much were my genitals. In some ways, it was better, because I wasn’t fat, but I was now a much bigger body with the same package. My peer group all had girlfriends and I was friends with a lot of girls and boys, but I remained a virgin until I was 23.  

When did your penis stop growing?

When I was 14. Quite honestly, my entire life has been shaped and damaged by my penis size. I’m still not really over it, even though I’m way into middle age. I’ve had relationships, but they’ve never been terribly good, particularly not from my partner’s point of view. I always feel like I can’t do what I should be able to do as well as most people. That’s what I worry about. And doctors have never been any help.

When did you realize you have what’s medical classified as a micropenis?

I can’t remember when I first heard that word, but I think it was on the internet in the mid-’90s. I didn’t seek diagnosis.

When you were a teenager or an adolescent, did you avoid girls, or intimate situations, because you were worried about your penis?

It was bad. A couple of my friends really wanted to help me out, so sometimes we would get together: Two or three girls and two or three boys. As the evening went on, we would pair off, and I remember one time I was paired off with a girl and I was so worried about revealing this that I never did anything. It took a few more years for me to even get to the point of getting undressed in front of any woman, any girl. I think I was about 21. 

What was your first sexual experience like?

It was traumatic. I was 21 and it was at a party. I’m very sociable and I love parties. This was a big house party and a lovely girl really took to me; she really enjoyed my conversation and she was the one who suggested to me that we go upstairs and find a bedroom. This had never happened before. At this point, I had very long hair, we were all into smoking weed, and I thought, Yeah, why not? I’d almost forgotten why not! I was so relaxed with her and she was so sweet that I forgot for a moment. We got to a certain point and she couldn’t hide how disappointed she was. She was quite annoyed and I don’t blame her at all; to this day, I don’t blame her. Because it was before the internet, I hadn’t had any education into what the alternatives were. I could have done other sexual things, but in those days I think we were all a bit naïve. Even the kids who claimed to be very sexual didn’t really know that much. 

Did you tell her or did you wait for her to see?

I didn’t tell her — she really wanted to have sex. She undressed and then she helped me undress, because I wasn’t very keen to take my clothes off. She started trying to get me hard because she couldn’t really see what was there. I guess she was hoping it would change, or get bigger. I did get semi-hard but it wasn’t enough and I couldn’t penetrate her. We rolled around on the bed a lot and it went on for quite a while. I pretended I was too stoned to do anything and suggested we go back and dance again. It was about two years before I was in bed with a woman again. 

Was that because you were scarred from that first experience?

Yes, and I still am. The trouble with this particular condition is that it doesn’t change. 

Did you count that as losing your virginity?

No. 

When did you lose your virginity?

Not until much later. At college, I was surrounded by lots of beautiful young women and I really started to hate myself. I hated myself too much to do anything about sex. I became a recluse — I ran away from it for quite a while and it wasn’t until three years after I left college when I got a job and met a girl who seemed to really go for me. That’s when I did lose my virginity. I was 23. 

What was that experience like?

It was great, even though it was also embarrassing. It was much better than the first time because the girl I was with was very experienced and knew how to deal with me; she just knew how to get what little I had to offer. She knew how to get that little thing inside her! She made the most of what I have. And she was sweet and lovely and laughed about it all and she was fascinated by how small it was. I had a relationship with her for almost a year. But she lost interest in having sex with me, she had other boyfriends, and eventually she became a lesbian.

We stayed friends for a long time, though. She had great affection for my tiny little penis. She told me about all the other men she’d slept with. Some of them were so big they could lift the duvet off the bed with their erection and make a tent that you could all snuggle under. All I could do is lift it up enough for a little snail to get in. We just had a good laugh about it. And she made me feel a lot better. If I hadn’t met her, I’d probably still be a virgin. 

Did you go on to have other relationships? Did that experience embolden you at all?

For a while I thought, It’s no good. I thought maybe I should just be gay — maybe I could just be a bitch to a gay man, I could take it up the ass. But I didn’t enjoy it very much and I realized I wasn’t gay. You’re either gay or you’re not; you can’t make yourself be gay. But I really liked the whole world of gay men and women — the scene, but not the sex. I did sleep with a few guys, though.  

Did you feel more comfortable showing your penis to other men?

Men made me feel stranger than women did. They objectified me as the “little dick guy” and were more likely to humiliate me. But humiliation can be quite enjoyable in itself if you get twisted enough. That’s when I thought maybe I should reveal and flaunt my small penis. 

What role did you take when you had sex with men? Did you enjoy it?

I was usually “the bottom” although I did have a night with a guy who just wanted to suck me. I was a bit shocked at the time and did not enjoy it as much as I should have. I am still unsure about all this — like I said. I was simultaneously attracted to the gay scene and yet averse to the idea of having sex with a man. Maybe I was just too cowardly? If I had let go and made myself become a real gay, that might have been my salvation. 

These days, do you identify as gay or straight? Who are you attracted to?

My predictable physical ideal is a skinny, small-breasted, narrow-hipped, boyish, probably dark-haired, intellectually dominant woman who will not be bothered with makeup and such and will tell me exactly what she wants me to do and will get quite annoyed if I fail. I have never actually had a relationship with such a woman. 

Are you in a relationship now?

I’m not currently in a relationship. I was with a very beautiful woman but we didn’t live together. I don’t know if it has really ended because it’s ended many times. When I’m in a relationship, I want to give them as much as anyone would — I’m always encouraging them to go find something more if they need something more; it’s always around if you need to find it. My last partner couldn’t cope with that. But I can’t blame it all on my penis. It’s more than that. She couldn’t cope with my self-loathing, which I suppose is an extension of my physical condition. I could have had cancer; I could have had worse things happen! Maybe I shouldn’t have made such a big deal of it. 

Do you blame your penis for the demise of all your relationships?

There’s always other things you can blame it on. What I’m really trying to say is that underneath all this, I don’t really believe in myself. I’m not someone I would want to have a relationship with if I were a woman. I’m a pathetic little nothing, really; that’s what it’s made me feel like. I was raised around all these macho uncles and teachers who expected men to be men and we all know what that really means. I’m overdramatizing it, really, but this is what it’s done to me. Maybe I’m using it as an excuse because I’ve just got a very feeble personality. 

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I’ve got a big penis. This is my tale of woe.

I lost my virginity to my high school girlfriend, Claire. She had amazing skin and wild blonde hair. She also had a friend, Anna, who had a problem with us dating and made it her mission to harass me. I don’t remember how sex felt that first time, whether I came, or how long it lasted. I do remember being made fun of for the size of my penis a few days later.

Only a teenage girl could turn that revelation into a source of shame and embarrassment. Anna sauntered up to my lunch table where I sat, witless and surrounded by friends. “So, Charlie,” Anna announced to the table, “Claire was just telling us you’ve got a big cock!”

Our culture is built on the notion that bigger is better, and (depending on who your analyst is) the male reproductive organ is the root of it all. There are very few negative stereotypes associated with a sizable schlong. A large cock confers unflappable confidence in life. Sexual prowess is no problem for the well-endowed man; just a glimpse of his tumescence will send women everywhere into orgasmic fits.

Of course, the reality’s very different.

The most immediate problems are anatomical. On a personal level, the circumference of my head while erect slightly exceeds the comfortable limits of my foreskin. That’s most inconvenient when masturbating, as the skin gets pulled up and down on the head to varying degrees. During colder months, when my skin is dryer, I’ve masturbated my way to tiny lacerations around the edge of my foreskin.

During sexytime, I need to be on guard. A misdirected thrust can end congress for the night. Even just easing my entire penis into a vagina has caused the not-sexy kind of pain. I’ve also been told, without any preamble, that anal sex would never be on the menu. It wasn’t a huge blow. But to my hung brothers with posterior proclivities, I sympathize.

Then there are the accessories. If compression shorts cost as little as cotton briefs, I’d be wrapping up tight every day. Bouncy bouncy, fellas! Speaking of wraps, condoms pinch like Houdini’s handcuffs. Sure, normal-sized guys also complain about them, but I’m guessing that putting them on and taking them off isn’t supposed to actually hurt like it does. I also suspect that the pain and constriction contributes to my tendency to … overstay my welcome at times.

So: Magnums. Two hang-ups consistently prevent me from picking them up. A girlfriend suggested them numerous times when I complained about the pinch, but I was afraid Magnums would be too big — and that she’d be disappointed and/or turned off to find that her man wasn’t as big as she thought.

The second reason is that I simply do not want to be That Guy.

That Guy is my biggest problem with my biggest digit. All of those wonderful huge-dick stereotypes don’t apply unless everyone knows your big secret — and that’s just not going to happen. There is no casual way to spread the word that you’ve got a plus-size penis. Any attempt to disseminate information regarding your Richard will — nay, must — be met with skepticism, pity, and annoyance. At best people will assume you’re lying; at worst they’ll believe you and think you’re bragging. You look like a tool either way.

So, of course, I’m constantly tempted to be naked at inappropriate moments. I’ll convince myself that whipping it out is the end-all-be-all answer to certain problems. When my self-esteem takes a hit, it hides between my legs. Get turned down for coffee? If only she’d known about the stir-stick. How impressive is that guy’s six-pack? I bet he’s only got a six-inch.

Denying my atavistic urges creates a lot of stress. Even if someone finds out in the most ideal way — having sex with me — I get weirded out if she says anything about my cock outside of coitus. At my craziest, I fear that hearing it too many times will subconsciously turn me into a man content to let his fairer attributes wither away, left with the unearned sense of entitlement a titanic trouser trunk bestows.

In my day-to-day, I get by pretty well. I take time to get to know my partners inside and out before going Dirk Diggler on them. My underpants are supportive and affordable. I’ve learned to limit my onanism. I have even learned to accept compliments gracefully.

Looking at it this way I can appreciate how my penis has helped me. I’m more self-aware than I’d be if I’d been graced with an average member. OK, in all honesty, I don’t hate my big penis. I just hate what having a big penis means to everyone else.

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Sit-in demonstration at a Woolworth’s whites-only lunch counter in Jackson, Mississippi, turned violent when a mob poured sugar, ketchup and mustard over the heads of demonstrators, from left, John Salter, Joan Trumpauer and Anne Moody. May 28, 1963

Black citizens fill out voter registration forms at the Courthouse under a sign warning them the applicants’ names and addresses will be published in the newspapers. Hattiesburg, Forrest County, Mississippi, United States. 1964

Carving George Washington into Mount Rushmore – 1932

Boy standing in front of fallen statue of Lenin, Ethiopia, 1991

For a while Ethiopia was run by a Marxist-Leninist party

JFK’s funeral at the capitol. November 1963

Japanese Leaflet dropped on Americans during WWII 

Hiroshima before and after the atomic bombing on August 6th, 1945

East Germans crossing into West Berlin check out western pronography, the day after the fall of the Berlin Wall, November 10, 1989

Men celebrating the end of prohibition, December 5, 1933

Leningrad Gas mask drill, 1939

Bonnie and Clyde in Joplin Missouri shortly before they were shot dead. 1934

WW1 German demonstration method of bombing from a plane 1916

Preparing models and set to film the first ‘Godzilla’ movie, 1954

Jack Johnson vs. James Jeffries July 4, 1910

Heavyweight Boxing Champ Jack Johnson & wife, 1910s 

Pretty victorian era woman getting photographed for the first time 1890’s

Russian firefighters – Moscow, 1903

Aerial Photographs of Auschwitz taken by an British Reconnaissance plane. The main crematorium can be seen on the lower right. Poland , 1944

Harriet Tubman with rescued slaves – Auburn, NY, circa 1887

Tubman also carried a revolver, and was not afraid to use it. The gun afforded some protection from the ever-present slave catchers and their dogs, however she also purportedly threatened to shoot any escaped slave who tried to turn back on the journey since that would threaten the safety of the remaining group.Tubman told the tale of one man who insisted he was going to go back to the plantation when morale got low among a group of fugitive slaves. She pointed the gun at his head and said, “You go on or die.” Several days later, he was with the group as they entered the United Province of Canada

Cudjoe Kazoola Lewis, The last known survivor of the Atlantic slave trade between Africa and North America, Early 1920’s

He lived until 1935 dying at the age of 94, He was smuggled into Alabama from Togo in West Africa, Just a few years before the Civil War broke out, So only spent a few years of his life working as a slave before gaining freedom, By smuggling I mean that he was brought in illegally in 1859 because the United States banned the slave trade in 1807 meaning Africans couldn’t be brought in anymore after that year.

Unlike most slaves he lived long enough to know freedom on both continents, Born a freeman and died a freeman.

The effects of Agent Orange, Hanoi, Vietnam. March 28, 2006

For ten years in Vietnam, it rained a chemical mist. It was the height of the Vietnam War, and planes and helicopters flew over top of the country, spraying out a toxic chemical called Agent Orange.

The plan was to wipe out the enemy’s food supply. Agent Orange was an incredibly potent herbicide made even stronger in the hands of the U.S. and South Vietnamese Air Forces, who mixed it to 13 times its usual strength. It could obliterate whole farms and wipe out entire forests with nothing more than a gentle mist. Their plan was to leave the Viet Cong exposed and hungry — but they couldn’t have imagined the full impact that this plan would ultimately have.

The plan worked, in a sense. From 1961 to 1971, 5 million acres of forests and millions more of farmland were destroyed by Agent Orange. These were farms that the U.S. and South Vietnamese thought were being used to feed the Viet Cong’s guerrilla army – but in reality, most were feeding civilians. People across the country starved.

The real impact of Agent Orange, though, took years to come out: 4 million people had been exposed to a chemical that could wipe out any form of plant life it touched. Despite what the chemical’s producers had promised, it wasn’t harmless.

Agent Orange caused health problems in the people who’d breathed it in, and even worse ones in their children. Babies across Vietnam started being born with horrible mutations – some with physical and mental defects, others with extra fingers and limbs, and some without eyes.

A whole generation of Agent Orange victims was born plagued with mental and physical problems that made it impossible for them to have normal lives. Today, many of these Agent Orange victims live in Peace Villages, where workers care for them and try to give them a normal life – but the mutations caused by Agent Orange still affect the people and the children of Vietnam, even today.

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This lawyer sounds like Kermit the Frog

A child writes a letter to Satan instead of Santa

How to Butcher an Entire Pig: Every Cut of Pork Explained

Man’s wife dies of cancer, and two years later a local radio station is given a letter from her with one final wish for her husband and his soon-to-be wife

I Shot Myself In The Face

Trance enthusiasts…who remembers this song?

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5 Brainwashing Tricks That Work No Matter How Smart You Are – Cracked

Highly motivated kids have a greater advantage in life than kids with a high IQ – Quartz

There’s a HUGE Debate Over Who Actually Has The World’s Biggest Penis – Maxim

This is the best coffee mug I have ever owned – Amazon

How Did Nickelback Become The Most Hated Band In The World? – Ranker

Apple Says It Slows Older iPhones To Save Their Battery Life – NPR

Courtney Stodden completely naked (nsfw) – Drunken Stepfather

Popular YouTuber Found Dead After Insulting Mexican Drug Cartel Leader – Today’s Dot

Instagram Hottie Sara Underwood – Lurk And Perv

Girl Poses For Class Photo. 30 Years Later, Her Fiancé Looks At Bottom Left Corner And Gasps – OMG

These hotties are generous with the cleavage – Radass

Katy Perry on the beach in a bikini – Popoholic

Rachel Cook Looks Great in a Bikini – G-Celeb

Papa John’s controversial CEO steps down after facing backlash for his criticism of NFL anthem protests – Inisider

10 Signs That You’re an Introvert – Grumpy Sloth

Turns Out Satan Has a Twitter Account, And It’s Funny as Hell – Sad And Useless

Signs It’s Time to Quit Your Job – The Balance

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