@nuclearshill I can't ping the bookworms

Is going 15 miles to eat another part of the joke or is it normal to americans https://t.co/bCJTNrtoE1

— Inki🇵🇱 (@Inki53453) November 28, 2024

what you can't go 15 miles in 15 minutes? skill issue

everyone is mad for some reason

I have to drive a lot but idk why you'd drive this far just for dinner, there's so many restaurants near by that I can't think of any reason to go further unless I have other business there or I'm meeting someone for something 🤔

I've been trying to figure out why I'm more optimistic now than I was before the election, even though I was so against the guy who won. I know now. MAGA is not my mortal enemy (and neither is the extreme left). My mortal enemy is the establishment. And they have been defeated!

— Cenk Uygur (@cenkuygur) November 29, 2024

Former My Chemical Romance drummer Bob Bryar was found dead at his home in Tennessee, at age 44, just two days before Thanksgiving.

At this time, his cause of death has not been made public and it is unknown who found him, according to TMZ.

He joined just after Three Cheers in 2006, recorded and toured the Black Parade album, and was kicked out for unknown reasons in 2010.

He was found badly decomposed, meaning he probably had no family or friends who cared about him

Every time when a relative of mine comes from Canada or America they smell so good especially their clothes and suitcases. The room where they stay or the clothes they bring keeps smelling like that for days, i have asked them many times which deodorant they use they answered its the smell of detergent and they can't smell it Pls i have been finding the answer from 7-8 years which deodorant can smell like that does anyone knows i have tried deodorants from local stores and bought online also but nothing smells similar. PLS HELP ME TO FIND A SIMILAR FRAGRANCE

!nooticers !antibharatiya what's up with that?

Bharatiyas is this true?

When I was little, before I lived in the U.S. I used to looooove the smell of my relatives suitcases when they came from visiting the U.S I called it "The Smell of the United States" (I was a small child, don't judge me lol) I later realized that it was a combination of (in this case) Tide detergent + Downy softener AND the fact that the U.S houses all had relative low humidity compared to the swamp like humidity where I used to live. So the fabrics retained a certain crisp freshness. Even the new clothes that hadn't been laundered. I really think it has to do with the climate control (and also in part the detergents)

I don't even think it's so much the detergent or fragrance, but the 'inherent environmental scent'? I have often perceived Indian (Pakistani, etc) people smelling noticeably of Indian spices. Which I find totally pleasurable, I buy spices (and take cooking classes) wherever I travel! I have come to file that under 'this us how life smells in an Indian environment'. Even if you've become noseblind to that yourself, the encounter people with a different 'scent profile' is just something you notice and don't know exactly why. Please don't get me wrong, that is by no means meant to be culturally insensitive or racist (I mentioned I enjoy it), it's just a personal perception.

They smell like curry? Is this real?

I think this belongs in biofoids prove me wrong

it all makes sense now

Carp plz repost

Just when you thought things couldn’t get any wilder, and when you thought that the pager operation in Lebanon was phenomenal, reports across Syria state that dozens, maybe even hundreds, of pagers and walkie talkies of the Assad Syrian army have mysteriously started exploding.… pic.twitter.com/yDS2js1QD6

— Cheryl E 🇮🇱🇮🇱🇮🇱🎗️ (@CherylWroteIt) November 29, 2024

🇺🇸 MELANIA TRUMP: BARRON AND I WERE DEBANKED OVER POLITICS

In her memoir Melania, the first lady reveals how “cancel culture” hit her family after leaving the White House.

Melania claims her long-time bank terminated her account and denied her son, Barron, the chance to open… https://t.co/OTi0LJLyy1 pic.twitter.com/Gez3EFGGla

— Mario Nawfal (@MarioNawfal) November 29, 2024

Here we spot wild Bardfinn Bluesky activities.

Be valid and ping ! bardfinn for something worthwhile or create a new thread.

McColl Mayor George Garner II, 49, was killed when his 2007 Chevrolet Tahoe plowed head-on into an 18-wheeler Tuesday afternoon — just five days after police Chief Bob Hale and his five officers stunned the small town by resigning.

When he crashed, the newly elected mayor "was being pursued" by a Marlboro County sheriff's deputy, the investigating coroner said. "The pursuit not related to any laws being broken. The pursuit was taking place in an effort to protect the well-being of Mr. Garner," the coroner said, without elaborating on what it would be needed

mmt of the Dirty Harry 2: Magnum Force

das it

TLDR: when he was a young lad Abraham Lincoln attended a party where he briefly saw a girl who looked fairly decent at the time. A few years later the girl's sister offered to set Lincoln up on a date with the girl, but only if he would agree to marry this girl. Despite having a hunch that the girl must be a little weird to want to marry someone she barely knew, he agreed to this because he enjoyed his brief encounter with her in the past. When he met the girl again she was much fatter than she had been several years ago. He was repulsed by her but had such an internal sense of honor that since he had agreed to marry her, he was determined to follow through. He basically slowly resigns himself to the thought of marrying her and kind of actually grows to like her. Then when he finally proposes to her for real, she rejects him and is repulsed by him he asks her again several times and she rejects him every time he is so dejected by this whole experience that he tells himself he's never going to marry anyone ever

Dear Madam,

Without apologizing for being egotistical, I shall make the history of so much of my life as has elapsed since I saw you the subject of this letter. And, by the way, I now discover that in order to give a full and intelligible account of the things I have done and suffered since I saw you, I shall necessarily have to relate some that happened before.

It was, then, in the autumn of 1836 that a married lady of my acquaintance, and who was a great friend of mine, being about to pay a visit to her father and other relatives residing in Kentucky, proposed to me that on her return, she would bring a sister of hers with her, on condition that I would engage to become her brother-in-law with all convenient dispatch. I, of course, accepted the proposal, for you know I could not have done otherwise had I really been averse to it; but privately, between you and me, I was most confoundedly well pleased with the project. I had seen the said sister some three years before, thought her intelligent and agreeable, and saw no good objection to plodding life through hand in hand with her. Time passed on, the lady took her journey, and in due time returned, sister in company, sure enough. This astonished me a little, for it appeared to me that her coming so readily showed that she was a trifle too willing, but on reflection it occurred to me that she might have been prevailed on by her married sister to come, without anything concerning me ever having been mentioned to her, and so I concluded that if no other objection presented itself, I would consent to waive this. All this occurred to me on hearing of her arrival in the neighborhood—for, be it remembered, I had not yet seen her, except about three years previous, as above mentioned. In a few days we had an interview, and although I had seen her before, she did not look as my imagination had pictured her. I knew she was oversize, but she now appeared a fair match for Falstaff. I knew she was called an "old maid," and I felt no doubt of the truth of at least half of the appellation, but now, when I beheld her, I could not for my life avoid thinking of my mother; and this, not from withered features—for her skin was too full of fat to permit of its contracting into wrinkles—but from her want of teeth, weather-beaten appearance in general, and from a kind of notion that ran in my head that nothing could have commenced at the size of infancy and reached her present bulk in less than thirty-five or forty years. And, in short, I was not at all pleased with her. But what could I do? I had told her sister that I would take her for better or for worse, and I made a point of honor and conscience in all things to stick to my word, especially if others had been induced to act on it, which in this case I had no doubt they had, for I was now fairly convinced that no other man on earth would have her, and hence the conclusion that they were bent on holding me to my bargain. "Well," thought I, "I have said it, and, be the consequences what they may, it shall not be my fault if I fail to do it." At once I determined to consider her my wife, and this done, all my powers of discovery were put to work in search of perfections in her which might be fairly set off against her defects. I tried to imagine her handsome, which, but for her unfortunate corpulency, was actually true. Exclusive of this, no woman that I have ever seen has a finer face. I also tried to convince myself that the mind was much more to be valued than the person, and in this she was not inferior, as I could discover, to any with whom I had been acquainted.

Shortly after this, without attempting to come to any positive understanding with her, I set out for Vandalia, when and where you first saw me. During my stay there I had letters from her which did not change my opinion of either her intellect or intention but, on the contrary, confirmed it in both.

All this while, although I was fixed "firm as the surge-repelling rock" in my resolution, I found I was continually repenting the rashness which had led me to make it. Through life I have been in no bondage, either real or imaginary, from the thralldom of which I so much desired to be free. After my return home I saw nothing to change my opinion of her in any particular. She was the same, and so was I. I now spent my time in planning how I might get along in life after my contemplated change of circumstances should have taken place, and how I might procrastinate the evil day for a time, which I really dreaded as much, perhaps more, than an Irishman does the halter.

After all my sufferings upon this deeply interesting subject, here I am, wholly, unexpectedly, completely out of the "scrape," and I now want to know if you can guess how I got out of it—out, clear, in every sense of the term—no violation of word, honor, or conscience. I don't believe you can guess, and so I might as well tell you at once. As the lawyer says, it was done in the manner following, to wit: after I had delayed the matter as long as I thought I could in honor do (which, by the way, had brought me round into the last fall), I concluded I might as well bring it to a consummation without further delay, and so I mustered my resolution and made the proposal to her direct; but, shocking to relate, she answered, No. At first I supposed she did it through an affectation of modesty, which I thought but ill became her under the peculiar circumstances of her case, but on my renewal of the charge I found she repelled it with greater firmness than before. I tried it again and again, but with the same success, or rather with the same want of success.

I finally was forced to give it up, at which I very unexpectedly found myself mortified almost beyond endurance. I was mortified, it seemed to me, in a hundred different ways. My vanity was deeply wounded by the reflection that I had so long been too stupid to discover her intentions, and at the same time never doubting that I understood them perfectly—and also that she, whom I had taught myself to believe nobody else would have, had actually rejected me with all my fancied greatness. And, to cap the whole, I then for the first time began to suspect that I was really a little in love with her. But let it all go! I'll try and outlive it. Others have been made fools of by the girls, but this can never with truth be said of me. I most emphatically, in this instance, made a fool of myself. I have now come to the conclusion never again to think of marrying, and for this reason—I can never be satisfied with anyone who would be blockhead enough to have me.

When you receive this, write me a long yarn about something to amuse me. Give my respects to Mr. Browning.

This DAP is absolute garbage. The software runs worse than a mediatek Helio budget phone, how did they manage to do this with a Snapdragon 680? If you are thinking of getting one of these, avoid. The homescreen froze within 10 minutes of using it, lmao.