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Most of my tweets are about football, #MUFC, and a lot of random things! Have a good one!

[Epik Spor Anları #WC2026 @epicsp0ranIari]

Futbolun dünyanın en iyi sporu olmasının sebebi tam olarak bu 🤣⚽️

[AR @arusties]

@MrBeast Bisa aja mrbeast click bait ckckck

[AR @arusties]

GG

[Kiah @UtdKiah]

If I was Tarkowski and someone paced past me like I was a training cone, I’d probably start throwing tantrums too just to feel involved. 😤

[sim 🇧🇷🇲🇽🇸🇳🇫🇷🇭🇹 @simscircuit]

Did not expect a question that starts out 'Do you think before you speak?' to go so well. A+ question from Charlotte Harpur A++ response from Eileen Gu.

[AR @arusties]

☝️

[SERIE A LAWAS @SerieA_Lawas]

Sebuah privilege zaman dahulu adalah bisa baca koran Bola yang terbit hari Selasa di hari Senin.
Uang jajan seminggu dikumpulkan agar bisa beli tabloid, entah itu Bola atau Soccer.

Siapa yang punya pengalaman sama?

[AR @arusties]

Gak heran, jadi inget pas di Takayama, Hokkaido, anak kecil mungkin seumuran 6-8 tahun main ski udah pada jago2 banget

[Tansu Yegen @TansuYegen]

Japanese freestyle skier Ikuma Horishima crosses finish line backwards at Winter Olympics

https://t.co/cDCaENuV1A

[AR @arusties]

😭

[JP Attueyi @jpattueyi]

Every Sunday at exactly 3:17 p.m., my father called me.

Not 3:15.
Not 3:20.
3:17.

It started a month after he retired.

At first, I thought it was boredom. Then habit. Then aging.

But it never changed.

If I picked up, he’d say the same thing:

“Are you home?”

If I said yes, he’d reply, “Good. Just checking,” and hang up.

If I said no, there’d be a pause.

Then he’d say, “Alright. Call me when you’re back.”

That was it.

No small talk. No updates. No “how are you?”

Just… checking.

My wife thought it was sweet.

I thought it was strange.

One Sunday, I decided not to answer.

I was home. I just let it ring.

At 3:18 p.m., he called again.

I ignored it.

At 3:19 p.m., my wife’s phone rang.

She frowned. “It’s your dad.”

I gestured for her not to answer.

The phone stopped.

At 3:21 p.m., the landline rang.

No one even has that number.

We stared at it.

It stopped after five rings.

At 3:24 p.m., someone knocked on the door.

Three sharp knocks.

Not aggressive.

Precise.

I opened it.

My father stood there.

Calm. Neatly dressed. Slightly out of breath.

“Why didn’t you answer?” he asked.

“I was busy.”

He looked past me into the living room.

“You’re home.”

“Yes.”

He nodded slowly.

Then said something he’d never said before.

“Good.”

And he left.

That night, I drove to his house.

I needed to understand.

He lived alone since my mother passed. Same house I grew up in. Same curtains.

He opened the door before I knocked.

“You came,” he said.

“Dad, why do you call every Sunday?”

He studied me for a moment.

“Come in.”

We sat at the dining table.

He didn’t speak immediately. He rarely does.

Finally, he stood up and walked to a locked drawer in the hallway.

He pulled out a thin folder.

Inside were newspaper clippings.

House fires.

Robberies.

Gas leaks.

Carbon monoxide deaths.

All circled in red.

“Every single one,” he said quietly, “happened on a Sunday afternoon.”

I blinked. “That doesn’t mean..”

He held up a hand.

“When your mother died, I was in the garden.”

I swallowed.

“I was ten feet away. Ten feet. She called once. I didn’t hear her.”

Silence stretched between us.

“I promised myself,” he continued, “that if something ever happened to you, I would not be in the garden.”

My chest tightened.

“So you call me to make sure I’m alive?”

He looked at me steadily.

“No.”

A long pause.

“I call to make sure you answer.”

I frowned. “What’s the difference?”

He leaned back in his chair.

“If you answer, I know you can.”

The words didn’t land immediately.

Then they did.

“If you couldn’t answer,” he continued calmly, “I would already be driving.”

My stomach dropped.

“You’ve been ready to come over every Sunday?”

“Yes.”

“Even when I said I wasn’t home?”

He nodded.

“I wait ten minutes. Then I check.”

A cold realization crept up my spine.

“Dad… how many times have you come?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked toward the window.

“Six.”

Six Sundays.

Six times he drove to my house.

Six times he must have stood outside.

Watching.

Making sure.

I tried to laugh it off.

“That’s extreme.”

He didn’t smile.

“You think emergencies schedule appointments?”

We sat there in heavy silence.

Then I asked the question that had been building all evening.

“Why 3:17?”

For the first time, his composure cracked.

“That’s the time on the hospital clock,” he said softly, “when they told me she was gone.”

The air left my lungs.

He wasn’t checking on me.

He was trying to outrun a minute.

Every Sunday.

For years.

I drove home that night differently.

The following Sunday at 3:16 p.m., my phone was in my hand.

At 3:17, it rang.

I answered on the first vibration.

“Hi Dad.”

There was a pause.

Then, for the first time ever, he said something new.

“I know.”

And he hung up.

[AR @arusties]

Lol

[Ricky Gervais @rickygervais]

They're still not listening 😂

[The Ricky Gervais Clips @gervaisclips]

There will never be an awards show better than this one. 🔥

[HustleBitch @HustleBitch_]

🚨 WENDY WILLIAMS QUESTIONED BEYONCÉ’S BABY BUMP - THEN THE MEDIA SUDDENLY DECLARED SHE WAS “MENTALLY UNFIT”

An old clip is resurfacing that was never answered, only ignored.

On live television, Wendy Williams watches Beyonce sit down. As she lowers into the chair, the dress visibly folds inward and the shape of the supposed baby bump changes.

Wendy stops and says it out loud, explaining that no pregnant woman she’s ever known - including herself - could sit like that without instinctively protecting her stomach and back.

What never happens next is the important part. There’s no breakdown of the footage. No medical explanation. No public rebuttal. No attempt to explain what viewers can clearly see. The clip quietly disappears from rotation and the topic dies without debate.

Then the narrative shifts. Not about the claim, but about the woman who made it. Headlines roll out saying Wendy is mentally unfit. Dementia. Aphasia. Conservatorship.

The message is clear: don’t argue the footage, discredit the person pointing at it.

So, did Wendy randomly lose her mind or did she say something on live TV that you’re simply not allowed to question?

[Sizwe SikaMusi @SizweLo]

I don’t have proof, but this is my theory and I’m sticking to it:

The Egyptians who are credited with building the pyramids, actually found them already there, built by the “gods”, which was actually a previous advanced civilisation.

They tried their best to imitate the style, which is why the oldest pyramids are the most sophisticated, and the newer additions are the ones that actually look primitive.

If you look at the Old Kingdom of Egypt, which are the earliest Dynasties, you have the Great Pyramids with mathematical masterpieces with 70 ton granite beams and laser-flat finishes of millimetre precision.

Then for some reason, as you move forward in time to the Middle and New Kingdoms, the pyramids start to get smaller, the stones get sloppier, and eventually, they just start building with mud bricks.

If those mfs “invented” the tech, they would have gotten better at it. Instead, they clearly lost the manual. They became squatters in structures they knew nothing about building.

There is a literal stone tablet called the Inventory Stele found at Giza and it explicitly states that Khufu, the Pharaoh supposedly responsible for the Great Pyramid found the Sphinx and the Temple of Isis already built.

Mainstream archaeology calls the stele a “pious forgery” created 2,000 years later by priests because if the stele is true, the entire timeline of Egyptology collapses. They would rather believe the Egyptians lied about their own history than admit the pyramids are older than 4500 years.

About the Sphinx, geologists like Robert Schoch have pointed out that the Sphinx and its enclosure walls show deep marks caused by thousands of years of heavy, cascading rainfall.

The problem is that Egypt hasn’t had that kind of rain for at least 12000 years. By the time of the Dynastic Egyptians 4500 years ago, the region was already a desert.

In other words, the Sphinx was already old and heavily eroded when the Pharaohs first saw it. They didn't build it, they wouldn't know how to, so they just re-carved the head to look like a Pharaoh, which is why the head is tiny and less weathered than the body.

Archaeologists claim the pyramids were burial tombs. They probably were, for the Dynastic Egyptians. The Egyptians were the world’s greatest restoration artists. They found these resonance chambers and, which were actually power plants, cleaned them out, and used them for their own religious purposes.

The granite in the King’s Chamber inside the Great Pyramid of Giza isn’t even from the same geological formation as the limestone of the structure. Why import 70-ton blocks from 500 miles away unless those specific material properties mattered for a non-decorative function?

Anyway, the hypothesis I subscribe to argues that thousands of years ago, there were catastrophic global floods, which is why many cultures have their own version of the “Flood of Noah” fable.

Most coastal civilisations were submerged after this cataclysmic event.

This explains why archaeologists find silt and sea shells at the base of the pyramids. They were submerged during this Great Reset.

The survivors were pushed back into a Stone Age survival mode. By the time they rebuilt enough to return to Giza, they had lost the high-frequency technology, but they still remembered the “gods” who built the original structures.

Imagine a global catastrophe today. In 2000 years, a new tribe finds the ruins of the Three Gorges Dam. They can’t make electricity with it, so they use the dam as a massive fortress and bury their chiefs in the turbine rooms because they feel holy.

Future archaeologists would find the bodies, see the tribe’s pottery, and conclude that the Three Gorges Dam was a primitive tomb built by people who worshipped the Water God. That is exactly what Egyptologists are doing with the pyramids.

Again, I don’t have proof, but nor do the anthropologists

[AR @arusties]

Eminem my Goat rapper

[Rain Drops Media @Raindropsmedia1]

Eminem exposed the Grammy institution, saying they pick and choose winners based on who they like rather than the facts. He said he’ll never attend one again.

[AR @arusties]

Emang artis Hollywood ini ngeri2 yak.. Sedikit artis yg speak up, tp ini paling blak2an dan serem bgt

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[Nicki Minaj @NICKIMINAJ]

Your favorite artist has been practicing rituals in a satanic cult where they take babies from other countries & mutilate & kill them as a form of a blood sacrifice to their God. You see, when your master is satan, you must constantly shed blood. However, the JIG IS UP.

[AR @arusties]

Dulu liat Djokovic kayak ngeselin krn sering ngalahin Federer, skrg liat dia main bener2 appreciate dia, one of the best and arguably the GOAT with 24 title!! Shamed he lost to Alcaraz yesterday

[Danny @DjokovicFan_]

Two years ago, Novak Djokovic shocked everyone in Australia when he began speaking in Chinese.

The reactions said everything. 😂

[AR @arusties]

Susah emang jd fans Man Utd selalu aja ada drama 🤣

[B/R Football @brfootball]

83’—Maguire concedes a penalty
85’—Jimenez converts from the spot
90+1’—Kevin levels it for Fulham
90+4’—Šeško wins it for United

Man Utd fans were going through it in the final minutes 😅

[Premier League @premierleague]

When I say jump, you say how high!

Benjamin Sesko on cloud nine 🤩

[AR @arusties]

Seskoo 😍😍😍😍

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GG

[NBA @NBA]

Yuki Kawamura forces the jumpball.
Yuki Kawamura wins the jumpball!

"HE WON THE TIP, HE WON THE TIP!"

Hilarious moment in South Beach 🤣

[AR @arusties]

She is cold af

[#AusOpen @AustralianOpen]

ELENA RYBAKINA IS AN AUSTRALIAN OPEN CHAMPION 🏆

The No.5 seed defeats Aryna Sabalenka in an enthralling three-set encounter in Melbourne 👏

@wwos • @espn • @tntsports • @wowowtennis • #AO26

[AR @arusties]

In the other hands, United hopefully still can scrap the points to get top 4 positions.
We’ll see. Glad to see Carrick’s managing them. For a really long time, watching United is felt exciting again.