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The Daily Man-Up: Make Your Bed
I have been a Navy SEAL for 36 years. But it all began when I left UT for Basic SEAL training in Coronado, California. Basic SEAL training is six months of long torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable. It is six months of being constantly harrassed by professionally trained warriors who seek to find the weak of mind and body and eliminate them from ever becoming a Navy SEAL.
But, the training also seeks to find those students who can lead in an environment of constant stress, chaos, failure and hardships. To me basic SEAL training was a lifetime of challenges crammed into six months.
So, here are the 10 lessons I learned from basic SEAL training that hopefully will be of value to you as you move forward in life.
Every morning in basic SEAL training, my instructors, who at the time were all Vietnam veterans, would show up in my barracks room and the first thing they would inspect was your bed. If you did it right, the corners would be square, the covers pulled tight, the pillow centered just under the headboard and the extra blanket folded neatly at the foot of the rack — that’s Navy talk for bed.
It was a simple task — mundane at best. But every morning we were required to make our bed to perfection. It seemed a little ridiculous at the time, particularly in light of the fact that were aspiring to be real warriors, tough battle-hardened SEALs, but the wisdom of this simple act has been proven to me many times over.
If you make your bed every morning you will have accomplished the first task of the day. It will give you a small sense of pride, and it will encourage you to do another task and another and another. By the end of the day, that one task completed will have turned into many tasks completed. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that little things in life matter. If you can’t do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.
And, if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made — that you made — and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.
If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.
During SEAL training the students are broken down into boat crews. Each crew is seven students — three on each side of a small rubber boat and one coxswain to help guide the dingy. Every day your boat crew forms up on the beach and is instructed to get through the surfzone and paddle several miles down the coast. In the winter, the surf off San Diego can get to be 8 to 10 feet high and it is exceedingly difficult to paddle through the plunging surf unless everyone digs in. Every paddle must be synchronized to the stroke count of the coxswain. Everyone must exert equal effort or the boat will turn against the wave and be unceremoniously tossed back on the beach.
For the boat to make it to its destination, everyone must paddle. You can’t change the world alone — you will need some help — and to truly get from your starting point to your destination takes friends, colleagues, the good will of strangers and a strong coxswain to guide them.
If you want to change the world, find someone to help you paddle.
Over a few weeks of difficult training my SEAL class, which started with 150 men, was down to just 35. There were now six boat crews of seven men each. I was in the boat with the tall guys, but the best boat crew we had was made up of the the little guys — the munchkin crew we called them — no one was over about five-foot-five.
The munchkin boat crew had one American Indian, one African American, one Polish American, one Greek American, one Italian American, and two tough kids from the midwest. They out-paddled, out-ran and out-swam all the other boat crews. The big men in the other boat crews would always make good-natured fun of the tiny little flippers the munchkins put on their tiny little feet prior to every swim. But somehow these little guys, from every corner of the nation and the world, always had the last laugh — swimming faster than everyone and reaching the shore long before the rest of us.
SEAL training was a great equalizer. Nothing mattered but your will to succeed. Not your color, not your ethnic background, not your education and not your social status.
If you want to change the world, measure a person by the size of their heart, not the size of their flippers.
Several times a week, the instructors would line up the class and do a uniform inspection. It was exceptionally thorough. Your hat had to be perfectly starched, your uniform immaculately pressed and your belt buckle shiny and void of any smudges. But it seemed that no matter how much effort you put into starching your hat, or pressing your uniform or polishing your belt buckle — it just wasn’t good enough. The instructors would find “something” wrong.
For failing the uniform inspection, the student had to run, fully clothed into the surfzone and then, wet from head to toe, roll around on the beach until every part of your body was covered with sand. The effect was known as a “sugar cookie.” You stayed in that uniform the rest of the day — cold, wet and sandy.
There were many a student who just couldn’t accept the fact that all their effort was in vain. That no matter how hard they tried to get the uniform right, it was unappreciated. Those students didn’t make it through training. Those students didn’t understand the purpose of the drill. You were never going to succeed. You were never going to have a perfect uniform.
Sometimes no matter how well you prepare or how well you perform you still end up as a sugar cookie. It’s just the way life is sometimes.
If you want to change the world get over being a sugar cookie and keep moving forward.
Every day during training you were challenged with multiple physical events — long runs, long swims, obstacle courses, hours of calisthenics — something designed to test your mettle. Every event had standards — times you had to meet. If you failed to meet those standards your name was posted on a list, and at the end of the day those on the list were invited to a “circus.” A circus was two hours of additional calisthenics designed to wear you down, to break your spirit, to force you to quit.
No one wanted a circus.
A circus meant that for that day you didn’t measure up. A circus meant more fatigue — and more fatigue meant that the following day would be more difficult — and more circuses were likely. But at some time during SEAL training, everyone — everyone — made the circus list.
But an interesting thing happened to those who were constantly on the list. Over time those students — who did two hours of extra calisthenics — got stronger and stronger. The pain of the circuses built inner strength, built physical resiliency.
Life is filled with circuses. You will fail. You will likely fail often. It will be painful. It will be discouraging. At times it will test you to your very core.
But if you want to change the world, don’t be afraid of the circuses.
At least twice a week, the trainees were required to run the obstacle course. The obstacle course contained 25 obstacles including a 10-foot high wall, a 30-foot cargo net and a barbed wire crawl, to name a few. But the most challenging obstacle was the slide for life. It had a three-level 30-foot tower at one end and a one-level tower at the other. In between was a 200-foot-long rope. You had to climb the three-tiered tower and once at the top, you grabbed the rope, swung underneath the rope and pulled yourself hand over hand until you got to the other end.
The record for the obstacle course had stood for years when my class began training in 1977. The record seemed unbeatable, until one day, a student decided to go down the slide for life head first. Instead of swinging his body underneath the rope and inching his way down, he bravely mounted the TOP of the rope and thrust himself forward.
It was a dangerous move — seemingly foolish, and fraught with risk. Failure could mean injury and being dropped from the training. Without hesitation the student slid down the rope perilously fast. Instead of several minutes, it only took him half that time and by the end of the course he had broken the record.
If you want to change the world sometimes you have to slide down the obstacle head first.
During the land warfare phase of training, the students are flown out to San Clemente Island which lies off the coast of San Diego. The waters off San Clemente are a breeding ground for the great white sharks. To pass SEAL training there are a series of long swims that must be completed. One is the night swim.
Before the swim the instructors joyfully brief the trainees on all the species of sharks that inhabit the waters off San Clemente. They assure you, however, that no student has ever been eaten by a shark — at least not recently. But, you are also taught that if a shark begins to circle your position — stand your ground. Do not swim away. Do not act afraid. And if the shark, hungry for a midnight snack, darts towards you — then summon up all your strength and punch him in the snout, and he will turn and swim away.
There are a lot of sharks in the world. If you hope to complete the swim you will have to deal with them.
So, if you want to change the world, don’t back down from the sharks.
As Navy SEALs one of our jobs is to conduct underwater attacks against enemy shipping. We practiced this technique extensively during basic training. The ship attack mission is where a pair of SEAL divers is dropped off outside an enemy harbor and then swims well over two miles — underwater — using nothing but a depth gauge and a compass to get to their target.
During the entire swim, even well below the surface, there is some light that comes through. It is comforting to know that there is open water above you. But as you approach the ship, which is tied to a pier, the light begins to fade. The steel structure of the ship blocks the moonlight, it blocks the surrounding street lamps, it blocks all ambient light.
To be successful in your mission, you have to swim under the ship and find the keel — the centerline and the deepest part of the ship. This is your objective. But the keel is also the darkest part of the ship — where you cannot see your hand in front of your face, where the noise from the ship’s machinery is deafening and where it is easy to get disoriented and fail.
Every SEAL knows that under the keel, at the darkest moment of the mission, is the time when you must be calm, composed — when all your tactical skills, your physical power and all your inner strength must be brought to bear.
If you want to change the world, you must be your very best in the darkest moment.
The ninth week of training is referred to as “Hell Week.” It is six days of no sleep, constant physical and mental harassment, and one special day at the Mud Flats. The Mud Flats are area between San Diego and Tijuana where the water runs off and creates the Tijuana slues, a swampy patch of terrain where the mud will engulf you.
It is on Wednesday of Hell Week that you paddle down to the mud flats and spend the next 15 hours trying to survive the freezing cold mud, the howling wind and the incessant pressure to quit from the instructors. As the sun began to set that Wednesday evening, my training class, having committed some “egregious infraction of the rules” was ordered into the mud.
The mud consumed each man till there was nothing visible but our heads. The instructors told us we could leave the mud if only five men would quit — just five men — and we could get out of the oppressive cold. Looking around the mud flat it was apparent that some students were about to give up. It was still over eight hours till the sun came up — eight more hours of bone-chilling cold.
The chattering teeth and shivering moans of the trainees were so loud it was hard to hear anything. And then, one voice began to echo through the night, one voice raised in song. The song was terribly out of tune, but sung with great enthusiasm. One voice became two and two became three and before long everyone in the class was singing. We knew that if one man could rise above the misery then others could as well.
The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept up the singingbut the singing persisted. And somehow the mud seemed a little warmer, the wind a little tamer and the dawn not so far away.
If I have learned anything in my time traveling the world, it is the power of hope. The power of one person — Washington, Lincoln, King, Mandela and even a young girl from Pakistan, Malala — one person can change the world by giving people hope.
So, if you want to change the world, start singing when you’re up to your neck in mud.
Finally, in SEAL training there is a bell. A brass bell that hangs in the center of the compound for all the students to see. All you have to do to quit is ring the bell.
Ring the bell and you no longer have to wake up at 5 o’clock. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the freezing cold swims. Ring the bell and you no longer have to do the runs, the obstacle course, the PT — and you no longer have to endure the hardships of training. Just ring the bell.
If you want to change the world don’t ever, ever ring the bell.
To the graduating class of 2014, you are moments away from graduating. Moments away from beginning your journey through life. Moments away from starting to change the world — for the better. It will not be easy.
But, YOU are the class of 2014, the class that can affect the lives of 800 million people in the next century.
Start each day with a task completed. Find someone to help you through life. Respect everyone.
Know that life is not fair and that you will fail often. But if take you take some risks, step up when the times are toughest, face down the bullies, lift up the downtrodden and never, ever give up — if you do these things, then the next generation and the generations that follow will live in a world far better than the one we have today.
And what started here will indeed have changed the world — for the better.
Thank you very much. Hook ’em horns.
– Admiral William H. McRaven
This speech was delivered as the commencement address to the graduates of The University of Texas at Austin on May 17, 2014.
Book Recommendation: Make Your Bed: Little Things That Can Change Your Life And Maybe the World![]()
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A Few Glorious Videos For Your Consideration
“I’m gonna go sit in the bar and have a glass of wine before my flight takes off” .. 2 hours later
Fucking hell!
Holy Moly!
Dude got plowed
Dad level 9000
He gone die
LMAO!
“Why the fuck do I want to go to WALmart?”
They tried to rob an off duty cop
The cake on this gymnast!
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Vegan ‘Outraged, Heartbroken’ After Pizza Hut Gave Him Dairy Ice Cream Toppings
Pizza Hut has apologized to a vegan customer who felt “outraged” after being told the food chain’s ice cream did not contain any animal products.
On Saturday, Kori Paul Swabey, a 23-year-old from Plymouth, England, stopped by a local Pizza Hut to try out the restaurant’s new vegan-friendly options.
While he was happy with his jackfruit pizza, he asked the waitress if they had any vegan desserts. Swabey then claims the waitress said Pizza Hut’s ice cream station did not contain animal products.
“The woman went away and came back and ensured me that their ice cream factory is vegan,” Swabey told Plymouth Live. “I asked if the toppings are all vegan too and the waitress said yes.”
He later discovered that his sweet treat was not vegan-friendly.
“I ate the ice cream, but the toppings when I checked the bottles clearly stated they contained milk,” Swabey said. “It’s like she just rushed it because it was busy.”
Swabey had just recently become vegan.
“This is appalling. I am outraged, heartbroken in fact. I feel like my lifestyle has been mocked. It’s a mistake that shouldn’t have happened, I could have had an allergy to milk,” Swabey said.
A Pizza Hut spokesperson told Plymouth Live, “We’re sorry that in this instance, the wrong information was given to the customer as a result of human error. We are in contact with the customer and are taking appropriate action at this restaurant to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
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All Four Members Of Arizona Family Are Transgender
Every member of an Arizona family has undergone a transgender transformation, with the father identifying as a woman, the fiancee identifying as a man and the two children also having swapped genders since birth.
Daniel Harrott, of Queen Creek, Arizona, lived most of his life as a woman and fiancee, Shirley Austin, was born a man but has been living as a woman, KJZZ-TV reports. Harrott’s two children, Mason, 11, and 13 year-old Joshua have also both switched sexes within recent years. Mason is living as a boy but was assigned to be a woman at birth. Joshua’s birth sex was assigned male but she says she’s long known she’s more comfortable as a female.
Austin describes the entire family as being in “transition.”
“It feels like you’re getting to live for the first time,” he said. “And my children are getting to be who they’ve always wanted to be.”
Daniel Harrott told KJZZ-TV transgender individuals have been members of the family for generations, with his grandmother’s sister being described by other members of the family at the time as a “cross-dresser.” Daniel’s mother was raised to dress “feminine” by her grandmother who was concerned over her own sister’s transvestite behavior.
Harrott and Austin both say they are trying to teach their children about “traditional” gender roles despite Mason and Joshua both going through gender transitions themselves.
“Of course my mother just gave that same lesson: ‘This is not OK. You must be a girl. This is who you were born to be,” Harrott said.
Despite previously getting married to a man and giving birth to two children, Harrott says he never felt comfortable in makeup or women’s clothes and wasn’t introduced to the word “transgender” until a few years ago when Joshua was unable to join the Girl Scouts after being raised as a boy.
Harrott said that it was the children who led the way on the family’s collective gender transitions. Soon after being introduced to the term “transgender,” Joshua came out as a trans girl and Mason came out as a trans boy. In order to live his “authentic self” as well, Harrott got a haircut and began shopping in the men’s section of clothing stores.
“And when I finally looked it up, and I realized, ‘Oh my gosh, they’re trans, and I know it’s true – because I am, too, and it’s been my whole life,’” Harrott said.
Harrott told KJZZ that everyone in the family are actually ‘very traditional’ people, who really see each other.”
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A Damn Fine Collection Of Fascinating Photos And Videos
The unseen creature from Bird Box
This inmate who is serving a life sentence for molesting and murdering a 10 year old girl, was held down and branded by fellow inmates when they learned of his crimes.
Taken by Mars Express, this image shows what appears to be a large patch of fresh, untrodden snow
Chinese click farm giving fake ratings and view counts online
Don’t do meth, kids
Thief Tries To Rob UFC Fighter Polyana Viana, Gets The Crap Beat Out Of Him
Polyana Viana shared the details of the incident with MMA Junkie:
“When he saw I saw him, he sat next to me,” Viana said. “He asked me the time, I said it, and I saw he wasn’t going to leave. So I already moved to put my cell phone in my waist. And then he said, ‘Give me the phone. Don’t try to react, because I’m armed.’ Then he put his hand over (a gun), but I realized it was too soft.
“He was really close to me. So I thought, ‘If it’s a gun, he won’t have time to draw it.’ So I stood up. I threw two punches and a kick. He fell, then I caught him in a rear-naked choke. Then I sat him down in the same place we were before and said, ‘Now we’ll wait for the police.’”
Astronaut who spent 197 days on the International Space Station shows how hard it is to walk on earth again
Two parents listening to the heart transplanted from their 23-year-old son, who overdosed on opioids
Model who is an amputee in a major retail store in the UK
Manufacturing plywood boards: then and now
The incredible body transformations of Christian Bale
Everyone knows Leonardo’s Mona Lisa very well, but most of the people may have missed that he wasn’t the only one who painted her: one of his students painted this version, currently on display at the Prado museum in Madrid in far better conditions
Medical gloves designed for medical emergency response
Man who was wrongly convicted for murder at age 14 gets exonerated after 27 years in prison
The face of a warrior
This lion is 11 years old, battle worn and still holding strong. He’s held a solitary pride on the fringe of Kruger National Park for the last 5 years. It’s a place rich with lions meaning he’s faced countless battles to retain his Royal position as king of his territory. For a lone male to accomplish this is no easy task and in his time he’s reared dozens upon dozens of cubs. His face is a badge of honor in the lion world, hieroglyphs displaying a history of violent life at the top of the food chain.
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Poll Of The Day
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The Dumping Grounds
Two sisters perform Raining Blood (by Slayer), huge amounts of metal ensue
These girls learned to play using Rocksmith, after their dad bought them guitar and bass
MGMT Recording Electric Feel
Robot Chicken – Ponda Baba
This swiveling outlet is freakin awesome
100 People Tell Us How Much Money They Make
Inside Hashimoto: Tokyo’s Michelin-starred Eel Restaurant
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Linkage
No Matter How Hard I Tried, I Could Never Get Big Enough to Protect Myself From My Father – Mel Magazine
Extremely Beautiful People Talk About What It’s Like to Be Extremely Beautiful – VICE
That’s Her Finishing Move? Female Wrestler Shoves Her Bloody Tampon In Her Opponent’s Mouth! – Worldstar
I used these pills to wean myself off a meth addiction….also great for losing weight! – Amazon
15 Lobotomy Patients Before And After Their Procedure – Awkward
A ‘Moral Dilemma’ After Las Vegas Massacre: Sell the Gunman’s Weapons, or Destroy Them – NY Times
U.S. Kills al Qaeda Figure Accused of Leading 2000 Attack on USS Cole – WSJ
Death Row Inmate Whose Execution Was Called Off Twice Found Dead In Cell – Lad Bible
Man Forced to Choose Between Saving His Wife or Child, Chooses Child – US Magazine
“To make her better, I have to torture her” a burn ward doctor describing the treatment necessary to heal a 9 year old girl – USA Today
Bill Gates warns that nobody is paying attention to gene editing, a new technology that could make inequality even worse – Business Insider
Ashton Kutcher Offered To Donate His Heart To Save Twin Brother Michael – Unilad
Bodycam Shows Murder Suspect Pulling Gun On Cop – Live Leak
10/10 would recommend for anyone who wants to learn guitar or bass – Amazon
Woman Gets Caught Court-Side Willing To Risk It All For LaMarcus Aldridge At The Spurs-Pistons Game – Sports Gossip
New research finds that when the dinosaur-killing asteroid collided with Earth more than 65 million years ago, it blasted a nearly mile-high tsunami that caused chaos throughout the world’s oceans – Live Science
Most angry Chicago Bears fan in the history of football – Trending Views
Cute whootie shaking her thang by a car – GFY
The 21 Best Bakeries In America – Thrillist
Are You Teaching Your Children to Think Critically? Few Parents Do – Ozy
Iskra Lawrence Ttty Flash of the Day – Drunken Stepfather
The 10 most in-demand skills of 2019, according to LinkedIn – CNBC
Alexis Ren Could Be The Next “Queen Of Instagram” – Hollywood Tuna
Non-Financial Goals That Can Help You Save Money – 2Cents
An economist explains what digital technology means for the future of popular culture – The Verge
The Biggest Conspiracies In American History (That Also Happen To Be True) – The Outline
Tunnel Rats: The Underground Search-And-Destroy Soldiers Of The Vietnam War – All That Is Interesting
The Hare Psychopathy Checklist Might Tell You If You’re A Psychopath – Curiosity
Kimberly Garner booty on display in a thong (nsfw) – Celeb J
OMG what in the hell is this???? – Instagram
Kidnapper Gets the Ass-Beating of His Life After Chasing Victim Into a Karate School – The Blemish
I’ve developed a fetish for figuring things out….I just came to that realization.
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The Daily Man-Up: Overcoming The Need To Be Liked
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There are way too many opinions and too many voices in this world. However, have you ever considered that you don’t have to pay mind to everything?
Silence can be a gift, and you need wisdom to know when it is necessary. Sometimes, we have to let go of everything we hear and go on with our lives, not caring about what other people might think about us.
Ultimately, your opinion of yourself is the only thing that should be able to make or break your day, your mood, your drive, your image and your life. How you see yourself will determine your limit and how much you get out of life.
When I was a teenager, I harbored much insecurity. I handled it by being a wallflower, hiding behind the shadows of strong, opinionated people.
I was never one who raised his hand to answer or volunteer for activities, or even approach a stranger to make friends. Back then, putting gel in my hair or wearing brand new shoes felt like challenges; I was afraid of what people would think of me.
In my mind, I imagined everyone laughing about how stupid my hair looked or how bad my taste was. With every decision I made, I felt afraid of what everyone else would think.
Not anymore, however. Yes, I still have insecurities, but I no longer allow them to dictate the person I am or what I can and can’t do. The difference now is that I know how to handle my insecurities. I view them as challenges to be better myself because I believe we can all get better if we choose to do so.
Why do we care about other people’s opinions, anyway? Granted, it’s human nature to be self-conscious, but letting others’ opinions of you dictate the person you should be is pathetic. It traps you in a square that only leads to desperation — and nothing else.
We all want to be liked, but changing who you are just to be liked means you’re not actually liked for who you are.
I dare say that most people in their 20s have a high tendency to be people pleasers, especially given how important social media is. An officemate of mine said, the amount of Instagram likes you get reflects how good of a person you believe yourself to be, as people won’t like your posts if they don’t like you.
Another friend told me that when she posts something and gets only a few likes, she deletes it.
I, on the other hand, never cared about likes — until my friends told me I should care. Getting likes began to make me feel paranoid. So, I decided to put on a show to keep up appearances through social media.
Thankfully, I got over the fuss of keeping up appearances and sharing every single detail of my day on social media because it was annoying and, most of the time, it was pointless.
I stopped trying to please people when I realized that I don’t need to please anyone. The people who love me don’t need me to keep up appearances; they just genuinely appreciate who I am and my company.
The secret is to make sure that the friendships you build are genuine, not forced. Don’t ever try to change aspects of whom you are just to fit in to a group. Instead, let your true colors show. The people who will love the real you are the people with whom you should be friends. Life’s too short to try to make everyone like you.
Stop seeking validation from others. We are all different people who have different tastes, different ideals, different perspectives and different opinions. Just accept that some people are bound to dislike you, and it’s nobody’s fault.
It’s difficult to build genuine friendships, a full life and a healthy self-image if you’re always trying to please everybody. Don’t you think you deserve to be who you really are? It’s time you stop seeking validation from others and start feeling worthy, just as you are.
Self-worth is about believing you are beautiful, no matter how you look, and believing in your capabilities during triumphs and defeats. It’s about feeling good about who you are, regardless of what others might think.
It’s being happy, without needing external validation. It’s about loving yourself through life’s highs and lows.
There’s only one “you” in this world, so don’t conceal or fake that. Let the world see the real you because you’re worthy. Embrace yourself and celebrate who you are.
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Welcome To Caveman’s Fight Club!
Andrew Golota quits in his corner against Mike Tyson. The corner gives 2 shits about their fighter
Mike Tyson vs Andrew Golota
Nasty leg break
Boxer vs Grappler, 1930’s
Floyd Mayweather Jr. VS Tenshin Nasukawa
Mayweather vs. Canelo: Round 7. Masterclass!
Floyd Mayweather parrying Conor McGregor’s punches
Vasyl Lomachenko’s FOOTWORK applied in MMA
Hapkido instructor Has To Be Choked 3 Times by rorion gracie To Admit Defeat
Henry Cejudo vs Demetrious Johnson 2
Victor Conte: How Olympians beat drug tests
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Man Caught On Camera Licking Family’s Doorbell For Three Hours
A man who spent three hours licking a doorbell as a family slept inside is being hunted by police.
Roberto Daniel Arroyo, 33, was captured taking part in the bizarre act on the Dungans’ home CCTV in Salinas, California, on Saturday morning.
The clear footage shows the man leaning his head against the intercom outside their front door and licking the doorbell from several different angles.
He carried on licking for three hours.
The Dungan parents were not at home at the time, however their children were sleeping inside, but did not wake up.
They had installed the doorstep camera a month before and were alerted to movement at about 5am, when they reviewed the footage to find the disturbing images.
“I thought, boy there’s a lot of traffic,” Sylvia Dungan told KION 5/46 News.
“I go, ‘5am in the morning?’ My son doesn’t get home till 6am, well then who the heck is that?”
They alerted police, who said the footage was so clear they quickly identified the man as Arroyo.
They added that he appeared to “relieve himself” in the Dungans’ garden and entered several other neighbours’ yards.
Police said the suspect, Roberto Daniel Arroyo, 33, could face misdemeanor charges for petty theft and prowling.
Dungan said there was no physical damage to her home, but her family spent the rest of the weekend sanitizing their doorbells.
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A Few Answers To Questions You Always Wondered About
Who was the most brutal SS officer?
Oskar Dirlewanger, no questions. He was hated by the friends and foes alike. He was so cruel – and so hated – that there was an unofficial reward in Wehrmacht for killing him.
Oskar Dirlewanger was a convicted paedophile and criminal. Dirlewanger is invariably described as an extremely cruel person by historians and researchers, including as “a psychopathic killer and child molester” by Steven Zaloga, “violently sadistic” by Richard Rhodes, “an expert in extermination and a devotee of sadism and necrophilia” by J. Bowyer Bell, and “a sadist and necrophiliac” by Bryan Mark Rigg. According to Timothy Snyder, “in all the theatres of the Second World War, few could compete in cruelty with Dirlewanger”.
He was born in Imperial Germany in 1895, and served initially as a machine gunner in WWI. He was described as “insanely brave” and “possessing leadership qualities”, and he finished the war as Lieutenant, having been wounded five times.
Between his militant forays, he studied at the Goethe University Frankfurt and in 1922 obtained a doctorate in political science. He joined the Nazi party (NSDAP) in 1928, but he soon became known as an irresponsible and unruly sadist. In 1934, he was convicted and sentenced to two years imprisonment for the rape of a 14-year-old girl, as well as the illegal use of a government vehicle and damaging said vehicle while under the influence of alcohol. Dirlewanger also lost his job, his doctor title and all military honours, and was expelled from the NSDAP.
[Un]fortunately, he had friends in high places, and after being paroled, his wartime companion and local NSDAP cadre comrade Gottlob Berger, who was also a long-time personal friend of the SS chief Heinrich Himmler and had become the head of the SS Head Office (SS-Hauptamt, SS-HA), and arranged him in the military – the only place where he could be of any use.
Dirlewanger next went to Spain. Through Berger he transferred to the German Legion Condor, where he served from 1936 to 1939 and was wounded three times. Following further intervention on his behalf by his patron Berger, he successfully petitioned to have his case reconsidered in light of his service in Spain. Dirlewanger was reinstated into the NSDAP, albeit with a higher party number (#1,098,716). His doctorate was also restored by the University of Frankfurt.
But Dirlewanger was not only a pedophile and alcoholic, he was also a sadist and psychopath. He was so unruly that he was assigned to form a special unit – to be composed of convicted criminals and poachers, as well as soldiers expelled from the military for disciplinary reasons – to act as an anti-partisan unit.
Later, Dirlewanger’s soldiers were mostly recruited among the ever-increasing groups of German convicted criminals (civilian and military) and concentration camp inmates, eventually including mental asylum patients, homosexuals, interned gypsies, and (at the end of the war) even political prisoners sentenced for their anti-Nazi beliefs and activities.
This unit was initially a battalion, but it soon grew into a regiment. It was known for its sadism, ruthlessness, cruelty and viciousness against both enemy partisans and civilians. One Wehrmacht officer described it as a lunatic asylum run by its patients. Dirlewanger was known as both an insanely brave leader and upkeeping brutal discipline. He had anyone sent to the firing squad from the slightest dissidence or failing to follow orders.
In the end, the unit was expanded into a brigade and later division. The 36th Waffen Grenadier Division “Dirlewanger” was known for its brutality and atrocities. It consisted mainly of convicted criminals, soldiers expelled from the Wehrmacht due to punitiary or disciplinary measures, sexual criminals, and mental patients. Its insignia was collar plates with two hand grenades crossed.
The Dirlewanger division was so hated that many Wehrmacht commanders simply refused to co-operate with it, and even other SS formations shunned it. But for Dirlewanger himself, the war was heaven. He was able to fulfill all his sadism, his perversions, and his psychopathy to the fullest.
Buoyed by the approaching Soviets, resistance fighters in Warsaw saw their chance to rise up and fight the Nazis themselves. The uprising would prove to be the Dirlewanger unit’s most bloody battlefield yet.
Assigned to clear out the Wola district of the city, and supported by many Ukrainian and Cossack volunteers eager to spill Polish blood, Dirlewanger’s men swept through house after house on 5 August, breaking each one open before wreaking carnage within.
One of the accounts of Dirlewanger’s actions during the massacre come from Mathias Schenk, an 18-year-old Belgian assault engineer re-assigned to the SS brigade during the uprising. Using his knowledge of explosives, he was tasked with breaking, or blowing, open each building, to allow the SS men to race in. On one occasion they came across a makeshift hospital:
“The doors opened and a nurse appeared with a tiny white flag. We went inside with fixed bayonets… Wounded were everywhere. Besides Poles there were also wounded Germans. They begged the SS-men not to kill the Poles. A Polish officer, a doctor and 15 Polish Red Cross nurses surrendered the military hospital to us… The SS-men killed all the wounded. They were breaking their heads with rifle butts…”
Later, Schenk witnessed the fate of the hospital staff:
“Dirlewanger stood with his men and laughed. The nurses from the hospital were rushed through the square, naked with hands on their heads. Blood ran down their legs… When they were hanging one of the nurses, Dirlewanger kicked the bricks she was standing on. I couldn’t watch that anymore.
Not only was the ‘bandit’ rebellion of Warsaw crushed entirely, but the women, children, sick and elderly of the city were also slaughtered in their thousands. Each Thursday, Dirlewanger made a habit of hanging people, either resistance fighters or even just a member of his own unit that he despised. For his work during the suppression, Dirlewanger was awarded the Ritterkreuz, the Knight’s Cross. Oskar Dirlewanger was wounded in action in WWII four times, making his total 12.
36th Waffen Grenadier Division was sent to battle in Byelorussia, where it fared badly. The atrocities committed by Dirlewanger’s men were so well known that Wehrmacht commanders simply stated quietly “Okay, b*stard, you are on your own” and abandoned him to his own fortunes. The division was almost wiped out, but Dirlewanger survived.
Shortly after rejoining the fight, now in the defence of Berlin, many of the 36th were captured by the Soviets, but Dirlewanger himself escaped west to be picked up by the Allies. Reports are hazy, but indicate he was eventually beaten to death in his cell one night, likely by his own Polish, ex Armia Krajowa, guards who recognized him by sight. He had escaped karma 12 times, but 13th proved fatal.
It is likely, should he have survived, that he would have been guillotined in post-war Germany for civilian crimes, had he not been either shot or hanged for military crimes first.
It is perhaps not an exaggeration that the evil reputation SS has today is greatly due to Dirlewanger. He was a monster, and an exception even in the degree of depravity Nazis possessed.
How much annual salary would you have to make to be considered well-off in Silicon Valley?
Don’t confuse annual salary with total compensation. The companies I worked for kept the “base pay” relatively low. In the lean years (and there are always lean years), living on the base pay was a challenge. In the good years, bonus, stock options, RSUs, etc., easily doubled, tripled or more the base pay. Once in a great while is the outstanding year (wildly appreciating stock and or stock options) that would change your life forever.
How much is needed really depends on you. If you want to live in a single family home near Stanford in Palo Alto $$$$ or Los Altos $$$$, or in one of the upscale bedroom neighborhoods of Silicon Valley such as Saratoga or Los Gatos (both $$$$), housing is ridiculous. Then again, the schools in those towns are all superb. Suppose you could find a liveable house in one of those four places for $2 million (a laughably low amount for those towns), California property tax is fixed as a percentage of purchase price, roughly 1.2%—figure $24,000 a year on a $2M purchase. The good news is the tax bill cannot increase more than 2 or 3 percent per year after you purchase the property. (The history of California’s property tax is fascinating, and driven by a speculative run-up in home prices in the 70s that drove retirees out of their homes because they could not pay the ever increasing property tax. It lead to a taxpayer revolt.)
Assuming you have $400K to put down on your $2M home, that means your annual payments on a 30 year fixed would be (7,700 x 12) $92,400. Throw in insurance and the tax bill and you are looking at $130K per year for housing without maintenance—and there is always maintenance. The old rule of thumb is the housing cost (mortgage, insurance, tax) should not exceed 40% of your annual income.
That puts your annual income at $325K for a home you probably don’t want to buy. And, although we all pay the same Federal tax, California’s tax rate at the top end is around 10% so figure as much as 30% (perhaps more) for your net tax bill.
If you have followed this so far, you realize 40% went to housing, 30% to income taxes leaving you with 30% of your $325K to live on. So, you say, I can live on $97,500 a year, no problem…hold on…you asked, “Well off”
My wife and I were at a very nice wine bar but certainly not Michelin rated. We had three glasses of wine between us and two “tasting” sized appetizers. Total bill before tip? $99.00. Why? Because the shops and restaurants have to cover their rent. And the rents in Silicon Valley for prime commercial real estate are out of this world. Rumor has it the three star Michelin restaurants in the Bay area (French Laundry, Manresa) are now running over $1,000 for a dinner for two on their prix fix menu with the wine pairing. You did say, “Well off”.
Add to cost of commuting (there is no effective public transportation) with a car, insurance, maintenance and gas (the country’s most expensive, by the way). Of course, “well off” as you posed in your question would mean you are driving BMW, Mercedes, Lexus, Tesla…you get the idea.
And, of course, “well off” would do at least two vacations a year—Hawaii and Europe. I had one board member tell me that the pressures of my job were such I should plan on a 4 or 5 day weekend each quarter plus take two vacations for at least a week each year. He suggested Hawaii for the 4 day weekends and the long vacations should be in Europe, Australia, Bora Bora, or take cruise trips—on Silversea or Seaborn. I hope you are getting the idea. Your discretionary $97,500 out of $325K disappeared a long time ago.
Can you live for less? Of course! There are apartments, condos, townhouses and even homes in communities that have solid (but not superb) schools that go for a lot less than $2M. But your question was qualified by the term “Well off”.
– Pat Lamey
How do I know if a Chinese restaurant is good or not?
A Chinese dude’s guide to eating Chinese food in North America
If I walk through the door and 75% of the patrons are Chinese, I’m in good hands. The second thing is if the waiter addresses me in Chinese first and English second, the food is going to be good. If the host speaks better English than I do and there is no Chinese on the menu I usually get concerned.
Some other tips:
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Check out the menu on the wall– these are usually written in Chinese on cheap construction paper that look like they’re removed and replaced often. The trick is, pretty much every chef will know how to cook the paper menu items– they list the “common” foods, the equivalent to spaghetti and meatballs. But sometimes they hire cooks who specialize in certain dishes, and they’ll list them on these menus on the wall. Specialization means you’ll probably get to try things that the cooks are very used to from their homeland, and are usually very good.
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Figure out what kind of Chinese food you like. Chinese food vary DRAMATICALLY from region to region. Beijing cuisine is often more starch based. Sizhuan cuisine is spicy. Try them all– dim sum at a HK restaurant, Shanghai pastries, Xi’an dumplings, Hunan noodles, Taiwan (not technically Chinese) street food. It’s all good, but you’ll find your favorites. Chances are if you like a particular Chinese restaurant it’s because you like that type of cuisine, and in the future you would be able to find similar.
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If you enjoy something, ask your friend to write it down for you, and write down how it’s pronounced. Ordering off-menu in most Chinese restaurants is fine, as long as they can make it, they will probably do it. They are very pragmatic and usually are happy as long as you are paying.
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If you’re feeling really clueless, don’t be afraid to walk around and see what other people are eating. It’s not really rude for you to point at other people’s dishes and ask “what is that”. If it looks like something you want, order it. Asking the waiter’s recommendation is a toss up, because the good ones might be too adventurous and the bad ones might just recommend really expensive dishes.
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On the other hand, you can ask what the restaurant is “known for”. If the restaurant is self-respecting, they’ll have a few specialized dishes that people always like to come back for. Those ones are probably good.
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Beware of the “set meals” on the western menu– it might be good, but some places just put the more average stuff on there because they’re easy to prep.
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Look for places with more foot traffic rather than places with better overall decor. I would personally much rather eat at a place that looks like a run-down hole in the wall packed to the door with people waiting for seats than a quiet candlelit joint with one occupied table. Most Chinese folks I know care about food taste first, ambiance second.
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An example of how unrelated the decor is to the food quality: The best Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been to was like going to a secret underground meeting. The restaurant had no sign to speak of, looked like a residential home, and had 3 tables. You had to book 3 months in advance (I believe that they turned away Bill Clinton because he didn’t have a reservation). The food was absolutely amazing.
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More expensive is rarely better. Fresh is always better.
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A Day In The Life Of An Opiate Addict
The alarm goes off at 6:15 a.m., but I’ve already been half awake, tossing and turning for the last couple of hours. I slither out of bed, turn on the shower and stand in the mirror in my usual morning daze.
I don’t look into the mirror, why bother? My soul is gone, and I can’t stand the person looking back at me. Before brushing my teeth, I open the drawer and without hesitation, quick as I can, I grab a couple of pills. In one motion I swallow the “relief” and guzzle some water. I take a peak at the bottle. Oh no. I just had 120 last week, now I’m down to 20 or so. My heart begins pounding, my mind begins to race, and my entire body begins to sweat. Of course, I’ve been sweating for several hours because while I slept my withdrawals have begun. As I step into the shower I begin to wonder, where will I get more this time? Here we go again.
I brace myself for the pain. I slowly get into the water and each drop is like a bullet at close range hitting my skin. Do I wash my hair? I know that is going to hurt even worse. I know this comes from the pain pills. What I will later learn is the pain comes from the lack of endorphins my body has stopped making. My achy body is an open canvas of raw nerves. I hurry through the shower, hoping the pills will kick in. As I dry off, I find myself fishing for more pills. I know I shouldn’t. I’m running low fast. But, as always, I can’t stop myself. This time, I grab two Norco (a pain pill) and one Soma (a muscle relaxer). I have to go to work soon so I don’t want to be too high. Oh, what the heck, one more muscle relaxer won’t hurt.
The alarm goes off at 6:15 a.m., but I’ve already been half awake, tossing and turning for the last couple of hours. I slither out of bed, turn on the shower and stand in the mirror in my usual morning daze.
I don’t look into the mirror, why bother? My soul is gone, and I can’t stand the person looking back at me. Before brushing my teeth, I open the drawer and without hesitation, quick as I can, I grab a couple of pills. In one motion I swallow the “relief” and guzzle some water. I take a peak at the bottle. Oh no. I just had 120 last week, now I’m down to 20 or so. My heart begins pounding, my mind begins to race, and my entire body begins to sweat. Of course, I’ve been sweating for several hours because while I slept my withdrawals have begun. As I step into the shower I begin to wonder, where will I get more this time? Here we go again.
I brace myself for the pain. I slowly get into the water and each drop is like a bullet at close range hitting my skin. Do I wash my hair? I know that is going to hurt even worse. I know this comes from the pain pills. What I will later learn is the pain comes from the lack of endorphins my body has stopped making. My achy body is an open canvas of raw nerves. I hurry through the shower, hoping the pills will kick in. As I dry off, I find myself fishing for more pills. I know I shouldn’t. I’m running low fast. But, as always, I can’t stop myself. This time, I grab two Norco (a pain pill) and one Soma (a muscle relaxer). I have to go to work soon so I don’t want to be too high. Oh, what the heck, one more muscle relaxer won’t hurt.
As many pills as I take these days, this morning is no big deal at all.
Immediately after dropping off the little one, my brain and heart both go into overdrive. I take a couple more pills. At this rate, I’ll be out by tomorrow. I get to work and know I have a few hours to figure out and go with a plan. First, I call a couple of friends that I buy pills from. No luck. Everyone is out. So I work for a while, but the entire time I’m consumed with “what am I going to do?” I get mad at myself. Again. This time was supposed to be different. (Like every time.) I just got 120 Norco and 120 Somas from the doctor last week and where had they all gone?
No time to dwell on that now. I dread it but already know what I have to do. I CAN’T go to the emergency room. I was there just a couple of weeks ago. I let my boss know I’ll be taking a long lunch. “I have a doctor appointment I forgot about,” or “one of my kids does,” or “someone is sick.” Whatever lie I feel will work this time. As I leave the school (yes, did I mention I’m a teacher?) again I feel awful. I hate lying. I hate lying to my boss who is so kind and trusting. I hate lying to my co-workers. They’re all concerned about whatever lie I’ve concocted. I hate myself. I hate who I’ve become. I hate the way I feel — emotionally hollow, physically sick, psychologically spent.
As I drive, I pop a couple of pills. Why not, I tell myself. I’ll get more somehow. I look into the bottle and wish it were full. Matter of fact, I’ve spent way too much time wishing and dreaming the pills were endless. Why not? I’m in legitimate pain! My whole body hurts! My head aches, my lower back is shot, and literally my entire body feels like I’m 75 rather than the 39 that I am.
I will later learn a large portion of these pains stems from the pills. Go figure. Who knew? You mean taking 20 to 30 pills a day will harm not help you? Hmmm.
I limp into an urgent care facility. Here’s where the show begins. I slowly, bent over, with a pathetic grimace on my face, make my way to the receptionist. I tell her I’ve pulled my back (again) and must see a doctor immediately. She looks at me with distaste (or at least that’s what my guilty conscience tells me) and tells me to take a seat. Now I wait, wait, wait, while praying to the God I’ve long since stopped believing in, “Please, please let this go smoothly.” I get called back and again I put on my best “I’m in so much pain” show. The doctor comes in after some time and amuses me with the usual questions. Scale of one to 10, how bad? When did it happen? How? Checks my back, my knees and finally says, “Well, Mrs. Kennedy, I cannot give you any narcotics. Records show you have been here too many times for that. I’m happy to give you ibuprofen though.” I feel myself starting to sweat. Everywhere. Anger, frustration and madness build up inside of me. I find myself practically begging for something, anything to help the pain! Nope. She’s not going to budge. As I leave I grumble to myself, all the while thinking about who I’ll have to hit up next.
I get back to school and paint a smile on my face and get to work. Pretending to enjoy my day. To an extent, I do. I have my lifelong dream job and adore the children. However, all day, each thought I have is consumed and overtaken with getting more pills.
After work, I go home, make dinner and hurriedly check the mail. Luckily I get home before my husband who has no idea how bad it’s gotten. I check the mail because I have hospital and doctor bills coming in almost daily. Again, sickness, sadness and regret.
I leave the house and know what I have to do. I don’t want to, God , I don’t want to. I hate doing this. All of it. Yet I find myself behind the wheel on autopilot. “What are you doing?! How did it get to this? How did it get this bad?!” All of these things go over and over in my mind. I pull in, find what could be “My spot ” in the parking lot. I’m so embarrassed, so ashamed. It has to be done though. I cannot not have these pills. OK, show time. And I walk through the doors at the emergency room.
That story is no exaggeration. It was my life. I’ve been clean for six months now. It’s a terrible, lonely, sick place. I was surrounded by love and loved ones but lonely and hollow. At the time, I never dreamed I’d feel the way I do today. I’m actually living, laughing and loving again. That’s not to say life is perfect, I have a lot to clean up. But there is nothing you can throw at me today that compares to the hell I was in then. If you’re reading this and you can’t believe you can get help. Believe it. I promise you, it gets so much better. If you’re reading this and you know someone with the problem, understand a couple of things: They’re probably worse than you even know. And they can get help and truly get better.
Love them. Because right now, they don’t love themselves.
Before I got better I hoped every single night that I’d wake up the next morning. “How many pills can one body take,” I’d wonder. I was so afraid to close my eyes for fear they’d never open. Luckily, I made it. I’m alive, awake and healing.
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The Dumping Grounds
Channel shows arc of a man’s illness: old videos show him healthy/doing tattoo work, later he’s diagnosed with fatal insomnia (losing 100% capacity to sleep), getting no sleep for over a year, mentally unravels [videos about God, conspiracy theories, planetary diagrams, etc] before passing away
A Day in South America’s “Most Humane” Prison
Rare Footage Of Wrestlers In The 1980s Backstage And In Locker Rooms…Much Cocaine Was Consumed That Day
Tuna Master Kuniaki Yoshizawa Serves an Entire Omakase out of Bluefin Tuna
23 Year Old Woman Is A Full Time Slave To Her Sadist Boyfriend
Insightful podcast about why college kids nowadays are so triggered and need safe spaces….Recommended Reading: The Coddling of the American Mind: How Good Intentions and Bad Ideas Are Setting Up a Generation for Failure
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Linkage
What 24 Hours In Prison Is Really Like – The Marshall Project
When You Give a Teacher a Gun – GQ
The Most Efficient Way To Pack A Suitcase – Amazon
Do You Make These Thinking Errors? – Darious Foroux
All The Questions You Totally Had About How Old People Have Sex, Answered – Mel Magazine
Cyntoia Brown, Teenage Sex Trafficking Victim Sentenced To Life For Murder, Granted Clemency – Boston
Judge throws disrespectful mom in prison for laughing at victim of drunk driver – Trending Views
This Is How To Have A Long Awesome Life: 7 Secrets From Research – Barking Up The Wrong Tree
Woodstock Will Return This Summer, For Its 50th Anniversary – NPR
Hot girls with hard bodies – Leenks
Four Kids Break Into Houston Carmax, Crash $800,000 Worth of Vehicles in the Lot – Jalopnik
This Woman Makes $80 An Hour To Cuddle With Random People – Barstool Sports
Amber Rose is Naked of the Day – Drunken Stepfather
Amazon Boss Jeff Bezos Announces He Is Divorcing Wife Of 25 Years – Forbes
Everything I need in a pocket knife, and not one thing I don’t – Amazon
I Posed as Someone Addicted to Pills to See How Drug Dealers on Facebook Operate – Tonic
Hunter boasted on dating app about poaching deer — not realizing her potential suitor was a game warden – Fox News
How Two College Roommates Started An Online CBD Business And Make 15k/Month – Starter Story
These Are the Top 10 Places to Retire in 2019, Ranked – Maxim
Maybe Don’t Brag to Your Roommates About Your $10 Million Lottery Ticket – VICE
5 Ways to Cement In That Low Self-Esteem FOREVER – Brass Pills
Margot Robbie, Ashley Tisdale and Other Random Women – G-Celeb
Look at these GANGSTAS when they get handed a long sentence – Instagram
Transgender woman assaulted in North Carolina bathroom – USA Today
After a catastrophic first term, Venezuela’s Nicolas Maduro is arguably the world’s least successful president – Economist
Sarah Hyland Bikini Candids – The Slip
10 Unobvious Signs That Your House Is Being Watched by Robbers – Bright Side
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Fitness Girls
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The Reaction GIFs Have Arrived!
When you’re having an argument with your girl in public, but you’re not trying to draw attention
When someone sends me nudes of my high school crush
When an old friend invites me out for a drink and tries to sell me essential oils
When I see the gym is ridiculously busy after new years but then I notice how hard all the new people are working to get in shape
When Trump says the government could be shutdown “for months or even years” and you just want your fucking paycheck
When a cute girl catches me checking her out
When your dumbass cousin is supposed to bring the weed for a two week family get together
When she hears the xbox/ps4 turn on
Me trying to follow my new years resolution
When you shoot your shot in her DMs and think you miss but then a few hours later she resonds “Heyyyy”
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There Are Some Things You Just Can’t Argue With
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