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I beat an old lady with a stick

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im back

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Аватар користувача ✨Max✨

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Аватар користувача ✨Max✨
✨Max✨
2 місяці

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(i have tiktok idk if anyone cares but its @oakleywren if you want to actually keep up with me lol)

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Damnn- i haven't been here in like 2 months

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Damnn- i haven't been here in like 2 months

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yo wtf happened, i haven't been here in months

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yo wtf happened, i haven't been here in months

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“You have to change your life if you’re not happy, and wake up if things aren’t going the way you want.”

Happy 56th birthday to Keanu Reeves!

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You damn shit sucking mother fucking masturbating crab eating syphilis infested crack smoking donkey dick sucking grandma sodomizing raw sludge munching dehydrated lizard cock kissing piece of a crusty dried up severed appendix dripping with rank seeping gastrointestinal fluid droopy tit grabbing colon cowboy group fucking daisy chain end of the line enema drinking ranger bob blowing dark one-legged two dollar midget whore when you finally come to that point in your life when you don't need rubber sheets and you've stopped sodomizing yourself with that broom your supposed to sweep your padded cell with give me a call and I'll get you what will be probably your only sexual experience with a woman just tell the pimp to charge it to my American express you Alpo eating lipstick wearing Tuesday transvestite anal tampon wearing diseased dying leper farm fucking super fat anus slime drinking double dildo packing taster of jackhammered assholes who lives in a poverty-stricken cesspool swimming degenerate producing inbred DNA stripped festering callous blistering a rhinoceros sized ass while juicing a rotten beet to make your dog shit drink flavored with bat intestines and foul cyst discharge from a herpes infected stripper with titanium nipple tassels to keep from corroding in your horse manure black hairy tounged crevasse of a mouth while you use your rancid unwashed sperm splattered turd smudged oily toad-skinned wet slimy cold rotting piece of shingle skin peeling china plate grabbing sick cherry Kool Aid drinking hand to open the door of your matted cat pissed olive-green shag carpeted 82 white rusted ford escort driving broken back window having cracked blood red dashboard taping fool who licks his aids infected stamps from the putrid floor of that deathtrap digesting the coalescing oil and rotten banana peels swirling in a pool of last weeks vomit take your head and stick it up your flat chested dog butt ugly faux penis having trashy dirty white vinyl wearing crusty orange shit stained sticky g-string mouthing smelly cheap cum burping antelope crap bon-bon substituting personal prostitute and take that chlamydia infested cock out of your government cheese eating whore mouth so you can tell it to Jerry Springer and I hope you don't leave a puddle in the chair when you find out your mother is your brother but at least you can tell your boyfriend your operation has finally been approved after that you drop of urine dangling off a crack whores cunt when you get your mental disability check in the mail and you buy your one-legged midget lover that vibrator she's been wanting cause your pencil dick doesn't satisfy her spend the change you have left and get yourself a Tic Tac cause you breath smells like you swallowed every dead decaying piece of animal waste ever spewed from the combined multinational product of the worlds assholes living and dead. When you stop your correspondence free education living off of trash can deposits from the horse meat animal blood processing plant were you were born from a transferred then implanted growth in a cows prostrate as a mutant pregnancy where you were blown with a gust of musty dung frothed flagellant which left a permanent green stain on your receding hairline and planted you in a toxic waste dumps cafeteria to serve crusty grease dripping reprocessed rehydrated refried canned in Kenya buffalo tail and anus filled slop to your sickly looking cancerous malignant growth drooling pea-brained co-workers who bring you their used condoms spent masturbating to 70's porno that was stuck to the back of the garbage truck they snuck your afternoon snack out of to coerce you to come to their house and shoot your impotent dick dribble over a pre-existing concrete floor as a substitute for industrial grade adhesive which was used to plaster your ass cheeks together to prevent you from further birthing any of your kind as it's been said your skid stain kind have made such an offense your highest determinate of worth is the skin on your scrotum which was stretched out to Timbuktu by the force of a toilet flush from which you forgot to stand during and the washing of your pair which clogged the most vile sediment of sewage from passing required ten hours of dynamite blasting to remove your withered pair of elephantiasis carrying gonads and liberate the flow of slimy raw waste that spawned your existence you sit in your duct taped chair drinking llama piss from a Peruvian nomad's dying animal and flip the channels on your TV while pulling your dick looking at Martha Stewart arrange a centerpiece from garage trash all of which has become a daily ritual. You sick fuck!

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Two years ago on this day, we lost a great man. 

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Two years ago on this day, we lost a great man. 

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July 10, 1975.
On that day, a young boy with dreams of becoming an actor and performer was born in Hafnarfjordur, Iceland. His town had a lively theater community that allowed him to live out his dreams. Although most of the citizens in his town loved plays, he was often bullied at school for the time he spent at the theater. But he didn't let the bullies get to him. Theater was what made him happy and nothing was going to stop that, not even bullying. Eventually, he began studying at the Drama Academy of Iceland, where he disagreed with the principal's policy on acting. He had always been interested in a physical clowning style of acting, something his principal disliked. Despite this, he never forced himself to submit to his principal's preferred acting style. Their disagreement was not going to stop him from living out his dreams.

That boy was Stefán Karl Stefánsson.

One day, Stefán met gymnast Magnús Scheving at a party. The two were instantly drawn to each other and so Scheving cast Stefán in his upcoming play, "Glanni Glæpur í Latabæ" (Robbie Rotten in Lazytown). It was from "Glanni Glæpur í Latabæ" that Stefán's most famous role was born: Robbie Rotten. This role allowed him to utilize his cartoonish style of acting, which was truly a dream come true.

Stefán knew very early in life that he was going to die young. He lived each day with this in mind, never wasting the ticking seconds he had left on Earth. In his words, "I do not fear death, as I cherish life too much." Two years ago today, his life was claimed by bile duct cancer at age 43. But even when he had cancer, he was still positive and full of life. The struggles he endured never held him back. He lived life to the fullest and left behind a field of accomplishments. His hopeful outlook remained intact even when he was diagnosed with cancer. The memories and laughs he created will forever be engraved into our hearts.

Rest In Peace: Stefán Karl Stefánsson
July 10, 1975 to August 21, 2018.

"It’s not until they tell you you’re going to die soon that you realize how short life is. Time is the most valuable thing in life because it never comes back. And whether you spend it in the arms of a loved one or alone in a prison-cell, life is what you make of it. Dream big."

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wait isnt this owi's thingermabobber

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how did i even get here like wh-

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Imagine training hard all your life and doing crazy shit for powerjust to be second strongest to some orange dude Imao - iFunny _)

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I stg people who are like, "Oh but you still have a vagina right? So you're still a girl, I get that you're trans and want to be called he but, you don't have a penis dude so like."
Okay first off, I'm working on getting a penis, it takes time to get surgery. And second, how the fuck would you know if I still had a vagina, you aint getting that far, wack ass hoe.

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Happy 45th Birthday To Stefán Karl Stefánsson!

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Happy 45th Birthday To Stefán Karl Stefánsson!

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"Follow your dreams and know that death is nothing, life is everything."

Happy 45th birthday to Stefán Karl Stefánsson, the hilarious actor who managed to remain hopeful and full of life even in his darkest hours. We love you, Stefán (1975-2018).

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“The secret to doing anything is believing that you can do it. Anything that you believe you can do strong enough, you can do. Anything. As long as you believe.”

Twenty five years ago today, we lost the kind and inspiring painter Bob Ross. On his show "The Joy Of Painting", he taught us that anyone can learn to paint if they truly put their mind to it; a lesson that can apply to anything in life. In his words, "Talent is a pursued interest. Anything that you're willing to practice, you can do."

In 1961, when he was 18, Ross joined the Air Force and became a sergeant. It was during his time at the Eielson Air Base in Alaska that he first witnessed heavenly white snow and tall, beautiful mountains, both of which were absent in his hometown of Daytona Beach, Florida. The breathtaking sights led him to discover a hobby that would later bring joy to not just himself but to many people around the world: painting. He eventually quit the army to pursue a career in painting. He chose to quit because, in his words, "The job requires you to be a mean, tough person. And I was fed up with it. I promised myself that if I ever got away from it, it wasn't going to be that way any more."

After that, he vowed to never yell or shout again. And he kept his promise. On his classic show, Ross always spoke with a calm and soothing voice that created a sense of comfort for the viewer. His signature quote, "We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents", spoken with a gentle input, tells us that the blunders of our past are just little accidents, which are made my everyone. If we are held back by the accidents of our past, we can never accomplish our dreams.

Sadly, Ross died in 1995, age 52, after battling lymphoma for several years. His distinctive hairstyle, soft mannerisms, and kindly presence will always hold a place in the hearts of many fans. Rest in peace: Robert Norman Ross (October 29, 1942 to July 4, 1995).

“You can do anything you want to do. This is your world.”

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I did a thingy uwu

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Have a good day, my peeps

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Meeting URL: https://meet.google.com/qzj-oxxw-rgw

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I thought I told you to call sid toady. What the fuck?

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I thought I told you to call sid toady. What the fuck?

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memes NEVA stop oowoo

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Meeting URL: https://meet.google.com/qzj-oxxw-rgw

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when mom makes pizza rolls for the 20th time of the month

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20 variations of sans doing default dance

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bāběý ğēțïñ đőwņ

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Anyone...?
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Dunder Mifflin is A Quiet Place  - The Office US

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This is billy

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Call sid Toady. Trust me.

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It's today, June 8

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It's not glitchy anymore. Yay

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My phone moves my posts up or down when I scroll, which is really annoying. If you need me, I'll still be active on other Padlets. And therapy sessions are still open

https://padlet.com/SomethingUncommon/HereForYou

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*that moment when you're trying to scroll through this Padlet on your phone but every time you move your finger across one of your posts it suddenly moves your post and that's why all my posts are very low in this streat*

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only taako

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and like yeah

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If you read the story you would understand 

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If you read the story you would understand 

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https://padlet.com/dattebayo/i4uqnqucuk6ido3o

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https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/400554057/

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THE SUN IS BRIGHT, OUR SHIRTS ARE CLEAN, WE'RE SITTING UP ABOVE THE SEA. C'MON AND SHARE THIS JAM WITH ME. PEACH OR PLUM OR STRAWBERRY, ANY KIND IS FINE, YOU SEE. C'MON AND SHARE THIS JAM WITH ME. I'LL DO MY BEST TO GIVE THIS JAM THE SWEETNESS IT DESERVES~  AND I'LL KEEP IT FRESH! I'M JAMMING ON THESE TASTY PRESERVES! INGREDIENTS AND HARMONY MIX TOGETHER PERFECTLY. C'MON AND SHARE THIS JAM WITH ME!

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Yeah, so... I made myself a BNHA character.

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Yeah, so... I made myself a BNHA character.

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Hero Name: Nine Tales
Real Name: Naruto Uzumaki
Quirk: Nine-Tailed Fox
Description: *cough* I'm basically Tokoyomi, but completely awkward. And with a slightly different quirk...
https://sweek.com/story-dashboard/113449/1102674648

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Marceline, is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?
That must be so confusing for a little girl.
And I know you're going to need me here with you.
But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too.
This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy,
And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?
Please forgive me for whatever I do,
When I don't remember you.

Marceline, I can feel myself slipping away.
I can't remember what it made me say.
But I remember that I saw you frown.
I swear it wasn't me, it was the crown.
This magic keeps me

Alive, but it's making me crazy.
And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?
Please forgive me for whatever I do,
When I don't remember you.
Please forgive me for whatever I do,
When I don't remember you.
Da da, da da da da da,
Da da, da da da da,
Da da da da da da

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Homophobia. An intense dislike or prejudice against homosexual people. It's a problem that plagues many parts of the world for no clear reason. But the question remains: why on Earth is homophobia a thing? Is it because of the misconception that the Bible promotes homosexuality as a sin? Or is it because homosexuality has been buried under social norms for so long that people refuse to accept it as normal? Let me tell you all a story that I'm certain I've told you before:

Matthew Shepherd was a young student at the University of Wyoming who was attacked at the age of 21 on October 6, 1998. The assailants robbed and pistol whipped Matthew, then tied him to a fence and left him to die. His face was entirely covered in blood, minus parts that had been cleaned by tears. But what was the motive for the attack? The answer: homophobia. Matthew was gay and his attackers were homophobic. It's a simple answer but a powerful one. Shepherd succumbed to his injuries six days later on October 12, 1998.

The need to discriminate and murder people for the sole reason of sexuality is unjustified. If two people love each other, gender should not get in the way of that. It's unbelievable how people don't understand that LGBTQ+ love is not any different from heterosexual love. Love is love. Simple as that.

❤ For Life
🧡 For Healing
💛 For The Sun
💚 For Nature
💙 For Harmony
💜 For Spirit

Happy Pride Month! ✌🏳️‍🌈

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All credit to my good friend Sam The Bunny for informing me about this. He told me about this and provided the screenshot above. Thank you, Sam. What a great comrade.

In June, anti-LGBTQ+ people intend to flood pro-LGBTQ+ posts with homophobic comments and propaganda. Reportably, they also intend to increase the number of homophobic driven crimes in a campaign known as Operation Pridefall. This includes murder and kidnappings. More information can be found here:

http://archive.is/xaEgH

To add my two cents, I doubt the amount of crimes motivated by homophobia will increase. Campaigns like this have usually added up to nothing in the past. One example would be the threatened clown purge for Halloween of 2016. Nothing ever came out of that. Same with the Area 51 Raid. Did people actually raid it? No. Plus, according to the 4chan forum, homophobic comments have been overshadowed by positive comments. Who knows if the same will happen this year? But still, please be careful. And please warn anyone you can. Stay safe!

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Today is National Missing Children's Day and the one year anniversary of the disappearance of Etan Patz

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Today is National Missing Children's Day and the one year anniversary of the disappearance of Etan Patz

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41 years ago today, six year old Etan Kalil Patz disappeared in Manhattan, NY. On that morning, he planned to walk two blocks to the bus stop where he would board his school bus; this was the first time he walked to it alone. “Etan was up and dressed and packing his own lunch and his school bag with a vengeance. He was going to do it all himself that morning" stated Julie Patz, Etan's mother. The young boy never got on the bus and was marked absent at school.

Julie Patz recalls the absolute pain and fear she felt upon realizing her son was missing. She said her legs started giving out and she had difficulty breathing. A long search with about 100 officers lasted for many weeks. Pictures of Etan appeared on missing child posters and milk cartons (he was the first missing child to have his picture on milk cartons). However, few leads were generated and the case eventually went cold. A deep wound was cut in the hearts of the city, the community, and the parents of Etan, Stanley and Julie.

On May 24, 2012, one day before the 33rd anniversary of Etan's disappearance, Pedro Hernandez, who was in custody, confessed to kidnapping, strangling and throwing Etan's remains in the garbage. Hernandez was charged with kidnapping and felony murder and was sentenced to life in prison. However, he suffers from schizotypal personality disorder and a low IQ of 70, meaning whether he really did kill Etan Patz remains unknown.

Every year on Etan's birthday and the anniversary of his disappearance, Stanley sent a missing poster of his son to Jose Ramos, who was convicted of sexually abusing children and was a prime suspect in the kidnapping. On the back of every poster was the same question: "What did you do to my little boy?" His disappearance created more attention and awareness for missing children. The concepts of stranger danger and putting pictures of missing children on milk cartons are credited to the Patz disappearance. On May 25, 1983, four years after the kidnapping, the United States declared the anniversary of Etan's disappearance "National Missing Children's Day."

Rest in Peace Etan Patz. Born October 9, 1972. Disappeared May 25, 1979. Declared legally dead in 2001.

“He was a very happy, outgoing, loving person. He was a very trusting soul and anyone he had seen only once was his friend.”
-Julie Patz

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Bruh. I need suggestions. What should I paint?

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Bruh. I need suggestions. What should I paint?

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