Do/Die 🩸
This is my Final chance @god 😈
After wasting 3 years of my life on #porn, #girls, #phones, and #SM,
I’ve finally realized what I want to do with my future.
->In the next 5 years, I want to buy 10 acres of land.
-> I want to go to Kuwait, make a huge amount of money, and prove that I can earn in those years what my friends earned while I was wasting these past 3 years.
-> Over the next 10 years, I want to travel to every country that offers visa-free entry.
-> Finally, I want to build a solid business plan and create 4–5 different sources of income.
But before all of that, I need to explore this bloody world 🌎 and see what it really has to offer 🏳️😈
- + In the next 10 years, I want to give the word “EXPLORE” a whole new meaningto justify those seven letters through my life and show the world what the word “EXPLORE” truly means.
These next 10 years are going to be about earning, building, traveling, experiencing, and becoming the person I always wanted to be.
Men in the 1970's
• Get a university degree
• Get a 9–5 job
• Suit and tie
• Get promoted
• Get married at 21
• Buy a house at 25
• 4 kids, 1 dog
• Retire at 60
Men in 2026?
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The bakery closed at six, but the lights stayed on for another twenty minutes while the owner wiped the cases. Most evenings the last customer was gone by then. Tonight a man stood at the counter with a paper bag already in his hand and the order slip still folded between his fingers.
“I paid for the sourdough and the two croissants,” he said. “That’s what’s in the bag. The chocolate cake is still on the ticket.”
The owner looked at the slip, then at the bag. “The cake was for pickup at four. It’s in the cooler. You said you’d take it.”
“I didn’t order a cake.”
“Your name’s on the slip.”
“My wife’s name. She called yesterday and canceled. She told the girl who answered that the party was off and just to keep the bread order.”
The owner set the rag down. Outside, the streetlights had come on. The only sound was the low hum of the display case.
“People cancel and then still show up wanting it,” he said. “Or they say they canceled when they didn’t. I’m not eating the cost of a cake that was made.”
The man didn’t raise his voice. “Call the number on the slip. Ask if anyone canceled a cake yesterday afternoon.”
For a moment the owner stayed where he was. Then he pulled his phone from his apron, dialed the number written in the corner of the ticket, and put it on speaker. A woman’s voice answered on the second ring.
“This is the bakery,” the owner said. “Did someone from this number cancel a chocolate cake yesterday?”
One night, I was on my way home from work when my phone started ringing. I couldn’t answer because I was driving, so I ignored it. A few seconds later, my phone started buzzing repeatedly with notifications. I got worried that something might have happened, so I decided to pull over and check.
If you're newly married, here are 5 things I'd tell you to remember during your first five years of marriage.
1. Don't let sex disappear from your marriage.
My best friend called me at 6:12 this morning and begged me not to attend her wedding.
The wedding is on Saturday.
Me: “Are you serious? I'm your maid of honor.”
Her: “I know. Please just trust me.”
Me: “Did something happen?”
Her: “I found out something last night.”
Me: “About your fiancé?”
She started crying.
Me: “Did he cheat?”
Her: “I wish it was that simple.”
I sat up in bed.
Me: “What does that even mean?”
Her: “Remember when you introduced us three years ago?”
Me: “Yeah. At my birthday dinner.”
Her: “That wasn't the first time we'd met.”
Me: “What?”
Her: “He knew exactly who I was before that night.”
Me: “How?”
She went quiet.
Then she asked something that made my blood run cold.
Her: “Do you still have the photos from your father's funeral?”
Me: “Why?”
Her: “Please check the background of the picture where you're standing beside the coffin.”
I opened my gallery.
Found the photo.
Zoomed in.
And there he was.
Standing behind my mother.
But my father died five years before I supposedly introduced them.
Then my friend whispered:
“That's not even the worst part. Ask your mother why he was there.”
What would you do first?