R2 CrowsEye

A gamer that does things IRL.

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@MAC_Arms Pepperidge Farm remembers

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I remember...

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@oelma__ Fancy

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@yourboyphen It's called service, Phen. Servers *should* be tipped on the quality of service, and keeping your drink full (coffee, soda, whatever has free refills) is a hallmark of good service. If it's that important, make coffee at the hotel or home.

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@AvaVtuber_ Hell yeah, I'm ugly, not stupid. 🤣

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@Fatima_30e Chili

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@BrassKickerLLC

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A bobcat is a small cat by wild cat standards, but just as dangerous as one two or three times as big. They have fixed claws, tawny to grey fur, tufted ears, and a short ("bobbed") tail which is where the name comes from. Beautiful animals, if declawed they can be semi domesticated.

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@brockpierson Yes, that's where the "floppy" in floppy disc comes from because they weren't rigid. Like most other things, we figured out how to make it smaller and smaller, though for a brief moment we did make it thicker with the zip drive but you might not be ready for that conversation.

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@Legacy411 Fkn AMC Gremlin. 🤣

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British people complaining about 30° heat DURING THE DAYTIME. GTFOH.

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@JessicaMari4s Alaska

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@learning_yohei No, you are breaking the nightly fast while you sleep with food, hence breakfast

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@BrassKickerLLC Just because you hold it in front of the engine bay doesn't mean it belongs there. 🍻

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We are GRILLING (not bbqing) tonight. Happy birthday to me. 🍻

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@tanpukunokami Not automatically adopted, it's just being friendly... It's when they start insulting you or using slurs that you know you've been adopted.

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The sacred duty of a father, AND the sacred duty of a patriot. Most oppressive governments disarm their citizens first, and then you end up in Pastor Niemöller's position with no one to stand for you. The 2nd amendment is the only thing standing between the American people and a potential tyrant.

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It’s been about a month since we got back home, and I’ve finally finished putting all our photos and videos from the trip into one big video.

It was pretty hard to capture everything we experienced just through tweets, so I think this video is a much better way to show everything that went on.

It has everything in it, our phone call with the ISS, all the adventures we had with locals, and all the other crazy stuff that happened along the way. About 99% of the footage in this video is something we haven’t posted before.

Unfortunately, I can’t upload it directly to Twitter because it’s filled with copyrighted music. We obviously can’t monetize it on YouTube either because of that, but if you could leave a like and subscribe, that would really help us out.

For our next trip this fall, we’re planning to make YT videos on the exciting days, especially things like college gamedays, so it’s definitely worth subscribing:)

Here’s the video:
https://t.co/LFeppkeLmv

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I was walking down a quiet street in Atlanta when a massive, muscular Pitbull broke free from a yard and charged straight at me.

Seventy pounds of pure muscle. Spiked collar. Jaw like a bear trap.

There was no time to flee. Retreat is death.

I dropped into a low samurai defense stance, extended my left palm to measure the distance, and locked eyes with the beast, projecting sheer warrior spirit.

"COME, NOBLE BEAST!" I roared internally. "LET US TEST OUR FATES!"

The beast reached me at full speed.

He did not bite.

He threw his entire body sideways into my shins, flipped onto his back on the sidewalk, stuck all four paws in the air, and began violently wagging his tail.

He was demanding belly rubs.

I remained in my lethal combat stance for five seconds, staring down at the smiling monster.

Then I knelt down and rubbed his belly with both hands. He licked my ear with the force of a wet towel.

His owner, a guy in basketball shorts, jogged up panting.

"Sorry, bro! Tank loves meeting new best friends!"

Tank was still groaning with joy on my boots.

I had prepared for glorious combat. I was defeated by a warm stomach.

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An American I barely knew texted me at nine at night. "You free Saturday?"

I asked what for. He said, "A funeral." I asked whose. He said, "No idea."

This is how I learned about John.

Ninety-eight years old. Navy, World War Two. Served on the USS Houston. Visited twenty-seven countries and would not shut up about Italy, according to the people who cared for him. No wife. No children. No living family. He died and there was nobody to sit in the first row.

So the funeral home posted about it. That was the entire plan. One post.

Fifteen hundred people came.

I want to be precise about this. Fifteen hundred human beings drove to Hanson, Massachusetts, on a Saturday, to sit in a church for a man none of them had ever met. Veterans in uniforms that no longer fit. Bikers. Retirees. A man who told a reporter, "I'll show up. I'll be his family."

I stood outside because there was no room inside.

My country fought the navy this man served in. His generation and my grandfather's shot at each other across the same ocean. I was standing on a curb in Massachusetts holding a small American flag that a stranger had handed me without asking who I was.

The police motorcade went past. Bagpipes started. Every man on that street removed his hat at the same moment and nobody gave the order.

I did not know what a samurai should do. So I bowed. Fifteen degrees, then deeper, which is wrong for a stranger and correct for a soldier.

The man next to me saw. He did not comment. He put his hand on my back for about two seconds and then took it off.

John was ninety-eight and had nobody.

He was buried by fifteen hundred people who found out about him on a Thursday.