New: someone made a CashApp account in her name. She spent 3 nights in jail and now faces up to 6 years in prison
Amanda Smith was arrested because a scam led to a CashApp account in her name. But she says she didn't make it, and the data doesn't line up https://t.co/48RU47wrvw
Serious talk:
The proliferation of human trafficking because of social media is one of the worst things of the 21st century.
And there’s so many levels to it.
Don’t even bother looking into it. It’s spaghetti and you’ll just see worse and worse shit :(
We have our first #Elegooner raided in New York. Socrates Sudi (incredible name) allegedly used a 3D printer to 'fabricate firearm parts for online sale' yet the specific parts weren't named by police.
You can't even make up a doomsday worst-case scenario for this anymore lol.
"Oh, I bet they don't even revoke access to people after they leave the police."
"Oh, I bet they allow unlimited sessions under a single user, so cops are just passing out these passwords to everyone to spy on people."
All reads like hyperbolic parody, and yet, it is what is happening.
this suppressor was 18 grams of total filament at 150mm long and a 1.5mm wall with 10 baffles, wrapped with jb fiberweld tape and 3d printed from pa6cf.
The black rifle coffee alpha male takes a sip from his thermos and looks out from the bunker to the battlefield, it’s hell out there. “Perfect” He thinks
He adjusts the sights on his custom-built 16-inch 6mm ARC AR-15 with a Proof Research carbon-fiber barrel, JP Enterprises silent captured spring system, and a Geissele Super Dynamic Enhanced two-stage trigger. He picked it because the trigger felt smooth against his $350 carbon fiber combat gloves, and the alloy magazines were 20 grams lighter against his $2200 Kevlar vest.
He mindlessly feels at his tactical pouch, he has a 10 year supply of testosterone cypionate in it, just in case the pharmacies get hit. He smirks, “Daddy needs his combat fuel.” He’s been on TRT for 7 years, his testes have cobwebs on them.
He steps out of the bunker, he’s spent years training for this moment, doing weighted carries, getting “don’t tread on me” tattoos, bow hunting, having a beard.
“It’s fuckin showtime.” He announces.
Just then he feels something lightly tap his leg. He glances down. It’s a 17 dollar drone off temu. It has a decal on it.
“Is that… hentai?”
His legs are blown smooth off.
12 miles away in a disgusting room illuminated only by the degenerate glow of purple LED strip lighting, a 17 year old leans back in his cum stained gamer chair. He’s grown so frail and sickly his friends and family keep mistaking him for Asmongold.
He grabs another 30mg vyvanse and washes it down with a cold chicken nugget.
“GG faggot”
He’s killed 500 men.