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[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

Many thanks to @ESL_GRunner and @TannerFoust for doing this for me! I'm so absolutely grateful!! Merry early Christmas @beth_stew_art

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

Brilliant

[Fabio Wardley @FabioWardley]

My body failed me, but not my heart. And that I can live with…

Congratulations @DynamiteDubois , thank you for a great fight worthy of the history books.

Thank you to the city of Manchester and everyone that has been along on this journey with me. #TeamWardley ❤️

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

Absolutely gutted for @FabioWardley but what a fight this was last night from both lads.

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@PolitlcsUK The only reason he left was because he was reminded he had a meeting in Clacton he had to avoid.

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@ObsoleteSony Tony Hawk’s American Wasteland

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@SerebiiNet Will this sort one the first switch or just the new one?

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@Gothalion With these new consoles, can you use DS cartridges still?

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

What’s more worrying is the amount of people who praise the tories for doing this, even though they introduced it in the first place 🤦‍♂️

[Conservatives @Conservatives]

If you do not want an electric car, you should not be forced to buy one.

The next Conservative government will end the mandate on manufacturers forcing them to produce electric cars (even when there's no demand) and scrap Labour’s 2030 ban on new petrol and diesel cars.

[Goodwood FOS @fosgoodwood]

The legendary Ken Block, born OTD in 1967, provided us with dozens of treasured moments during his multiple visits to #FOS. But this trip up the Goodwood Hill in the ballistic #Ford Mustang Hoonicorn - with the Duke of Richmond himself in the passenger seat - will forever be our favourite! #FOS #KB43ver

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

#kb43ver

[Petter Solberg @Petter_Solberg]

Celebrating Ken today on his birthday 💙 in the only way possible with some #KBBirthdayDonuts! 🍩

Ken was a great friend to our family, and a huge inspiration to everyone involved in motorsport, cars and simply entertainment 🙌

[Ariel Helwani @arielhelwani]

Not sure if this tops the first walkout but it was damn good and another great surprise. Eubank Jr is magic.

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

Martin Scorsese at the #EubankBenn2 fight

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

My heart says Eubank, but my betting slip says Benn #EubankBenn2

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

That’s how you do a walk out #EubankBenn2

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

Parker has just been robbed worse than the Louvre. Such a disappointing early stoppage from the Ref.

[BBC Sport @BBCSport]

FABIO WARDLEY HAS DONE IT! 🥊

He stops Joseph Parker in the 11th round.

What a performance. What a fight. Heavyweight boxing at its best.

#ParkerWardley

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

Scorsese couldn’t have written it better.

[✞Righteous Rebellion𓅪 @OneManCircus87]

What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate?
I’m glad you asked. Buckle up.

12:05 p.m. — It begins. You down the 10-ounce bottle like it’s a lukewarm PBR at a college tailgate. The label says “cherry flavored,” but it tastes like someone described cherry to a chemist who’s never eaten fruit. Regret sets in instantly.

12:06 p.m. — You grab a handful of chips for moral support. They’ll be liquified before they clear your throat, but who cares? Life still feels okay right now. Remember this peace. You’re about to enter the darkest chapter of your gastrointestinal history.

12:37 p.m. — The rumbling starts. There’s movement in the depths. You’ve got five pounds of impacted regret in your colon, and you just drank the “human-safe” version of Drano. You think it’s go time. It’s not. You get one sad little snake turd — a warm-up act.
That’s the last semi-solid you’ll see for the next 24 hours.

12:57 p.m. — The situation escalates. Your stomach is in full revolt. You have 0.3 seconds to make it to the toilet. Running is risky business — one wrong step and you’ll paint the walls. You pray for sphincter strength like never before as you waddle at Mach 3, pants half down, whispering, “Please, God, not like this.”

12:58 p.m. — Impact.
You sit, and the gates of hell open.
The explosion is biblical. It hits the back of the bowl with such violent force it ricochets like a sprinkler system.
You ask yourself, Is that blood?
No — false alarm. Just the ghost of a cherry pie you ate in 2004. The smell is unspeakable. The acoustics? Terrifying. The neighbors think you’re performing an exorcism.

1:06 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. — Time becomes meaningless. You’ve evacuated everything you’ve ever eaten, plus a few ancestral meals for good measure. Your colon feels like it’s been sandblasted with lava. The burn is real. You’re sweating. Crying. Contemplating life. You meet Jesus briefly, but He sends you back — says your mission’s not over yet.

8:37 p.m. — You’re empty. Broken. Reborn.
Your butthole? A war veteran.
Your spirit? In recovery.
You’ll never be the same, but you will survive.

Tomorrow, you’ll rise from the ashes, slip into your last clean pair of underwear, and waddle into Walmart like a survivor of gastrointestinal warfare — to buy a new toilet brush and reclaim your dignity.

You’ve earned it.

Feeling thankful. 💩🙏

[✞Righteous Rebellion𓅪 @OneManCircus87]

What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate?
I’m glad you asked. Buckle up.

12:05 p.m. — It begins. You down the 10-ounce bottle like it’s a lukewarm PBR at a college tailgate. The label says “cherry flavored,” but it tastes like someone described cherry to a chemist who’s never eaten fruit. Regret sets in instantly.

12:06 p.m. — You grab a handful of chips for moral support. They’ll be liquified before they clear your throat, but who cares? Life still feels okay right now. Remember this peace. You’re about to enter the darkest chapter of your gastrointestinal history.

12:37 p.m. — The rumbling starts. There’s movement in the depths. You’ve got five pounds of impacted regret in your colon, and you just drank the “human-safe” version of Drano. You think it’s go time. It’s not. You get one sad little snake turd — a warm-up act.
That’s the last semi-solid you’ll see for the next 24 hours.

12:57 p.m. — The situation escalates. Your stomach is in full revolt. You have 0.3 seconds to make it to the toilet. Running is risky business — one wrong step and you’ll paint the walls. You pray for sphincter strength like never before as you waddle at Mach 3, pants half down, whispering, “Please, God, not like this.”

12:58 p.m. — Impact.
You sit, and the gates of hell open.
The explosion is biblical. It hits the back of the bowl with such violent force it ricochets like a sprinkler system.
You ask yourself, Is that blood?
No — false alarm. Just the ghost of a cherry pie you ate in 2004. The smell is unspeakable. The acoustics? Terrifying. The neighbors think you’re performing an exorcism.

1:06 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. — Time becomes meaningless. You’ve evacuated everything you’ve ever eaten, plus a few ancestral meals for good measure. Your colon feels like it’s been sandblasted with lava. The burn is real. You’re sweating. Crying. Contemplating life. You meet Jesus briefly, but He sends you back — says your mission’s not over yet.

8:37 p.m. — You’re empty. Broken. Reborn.
Your butthole? A war veteran.
Your spirit? In recovery.
You’ll never be the same, but you will survive.

Tomorrow, you’ll rise from the ashes, slip into your last clean pair of underwear, and waddle into Walmart like a survivor of gastrointestinal warfare — to buy a new toilet brush and reclaim your dignity.

You’ve earned it.

Feeling thankful. 💩🙏

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@112FIGHTNSPORTS Imagine if that last left hand landed.

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@bmay Why does this look like something out of The Boys

[RyanFenderr @RyanFenderr]

@MiamiHeretics