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bzz bzz

[Ghost @darkghost]

@Bucky_cm A complete game for a fair price. Respects the actual players instead of the shareholders.

[bee @beebuzzbzz]

@asakoplum @alphaomegavan @Pirat_Nation it’s all relative. It’s only shit if it’s worse than the competition. and Nintendo has always been far better than the competition in terms of battery life.

[Minecraft @Minecraft]

bow before me, mortals

[Palworld @Palworld_EN]

🎉 Palworld 1.0 is OUT NOW!

The journey that began in Early Access reaches its climax, and from here, a new Palworld begins.

Sunreach, a mysterious new island in the sky...the World Tree...

72 new Pals, Mutation, Awakening, large-scale overhauls to many systems and MORE!

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

The felon vs the picture the media used

[Huff @Huff4Congress]

The prompt was simple.

“Look at every ‘Ryan Gosling as White Panther’ meme on the Internet. Now make a full-length trailer for that movie.”

Hollywood is cooked.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

🚨WHAT ON EARTH?!!!

A group of "teens" taking shelter from a monsoon in Arizona began BEATING CUSTOMERS inside the restaurant.

Children and families can be seen RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES as the teens brutally beat patrons and staff.

WE DO NOT HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!

[Mojo @mojorisn75]

The Water Cycle has become an arcane forbidden knowledge because our education system was flooded by browns who have little interest in paying attention in class and would rather destroy their chromebooks.

[𝖒𝖔𝖌𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 @wanted4mogging]

unfortunately this IS accurate, love will make a man tolerate his abusive wife who—with zero care for his happiness—will continue to fatten up further and further away from the image of the woman he originally fell for. in the end his love for her will be the only thing that remains, all lust towards her gone completely as she failed (and outright refused to) to cater to his physical needs purely out of sadism. look at the was she looks at him with zero love or care in her eyes, completely disregarding the affection he is outwardly projecting towards her. abuse victims do love their spouse, it is why they put up with the abuse in the first place. this comic hit the nail right on the head

[Alex Oshino @alexoshino69]

America should just go to war with this shithole already.

[Department Of Deportations @DoDeportations]

I’m not sure who this is but it looks like they intend to expose the truth.

Follow these patriots.

[Possum Reviews @ReviewsPossum]

When a boy reaches the age of maybe around ten, he quickly begins to realize that most of the people around him have no sympathy for him, and any love he gets from anyone other than his mother will be conditional, and that's if he's lucky.

Around puberty, he begins to understand that others will always assume the worst about him, and he has to go out of his way to not draw negative attention to himself.

When he reaches adulthood, he becomes aware that he's on his own, and he will be blamed for anything bad that happens to him, even when he's plainly the victim of some injustice. If his relationships fail, it's his fault. If he becomes homeless, it's his fault. If he is abused, it's his fault.

A man learns that he is, at best, disposable, and at worst, a monster. The mere act of wanting to be loved without "earning" it by being attractive and successful makes him evil. And all the while, he will constantly be told that he's privileged and accused of feeling entitled.

Can you blame a guy for wanting reassurance that the woman who claims to love him doesn't secretly find him repulsive?

[ceciarmy @ceciarmy]

Está atrapado en un bucle temporal del que no puede salir.

[bee @beebuzzbzz]

@losermandark @rsrgen777 @scrapstalks @notch use a modern model and show me proof of one single incorrect response on academic knowledge you can find in a textbook. (no jail breaking/prompt injection)

[Chibi Reviews @ChibiReviews]

>Taco Bell

>One of the Largest US Outbreaks of Explosive Diarrhea

The jokes write themselves sometimes

[bee @beebuzzbzz]

@realperson64 @scrapstalks @notch …🍯

[Daniel 🇲🇽 @CynicalWeeb]

Cada video que veo de Africa me hace entender mas a los Europeos,si yo viera un continente lleno de recursos y habitado por gente que viaja metiendose un palo en el culo mi primer pensamiento seria ponerlos a trabajar en una mina por la gloria de mi imperio.

[bee @beebuzzbzz]

@JustCallMeAKA @japan_nobunaga it’s very common North Dakota / Minnesota / parts of Canada too

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I have left the South. I am in Wisconsin now.

Day one. Gas station. A woman bumped into me.

She said, "Ope."

I said, "I am so sorry."

She said, "Ope, no, you're fine."

I said, "Ope."

I did not decide to say it. My mouth said it. My mouth has been radicalized.

She smiled like I had passed a test. I do not know what test. I do not know who is grading. I am worried I am doing well.

I started a list. This is my third list. Yes I know. Move on.

Things "Ope" has meant, verified by me, in eleven days:

Sorry. Excuse me. Hello. Thanks. Watch out. Nice one. My mistake. Your mistake. No mistake was made but let's acknowledge the vibe.

A man at the hardware store said "Ope" to a shelf. Nobody was near him. The shelf did not respond. He seemed fine with this outcome.

I want to be clear. He was talking to a shelf. He was okay with it. The shelf, honestly, also seemed okay with it. I am the only one in this story who has a problem.

I asked a very kind older man at a diner what "Ope" means.

He thought about it for a full minute. He was taking it seriously. I could see him running through his life.

Finally he said, "Ope, that's a good question."

Then he stopped. He did not answer. He looked pleased.

Sir.

Sir, that was the question.

I understand now. That was the answer. But at the time, in my heart, I was screaming.

In Alabama, one word did everything. Here, one sound does everything, and nobody can spell it, and nobody will explain it, and every single person including a four-year-old has already mastered it and I am the only person on Earth still taking notes.

I was invited to a Green Bay Packers game.

I did not know what a Packer was. I did not ask. There is a saying in Japan — actually there isn't, I am inventing it right now, please allow this — that a guest does not interrogate the host about the host's own house.

At the stadium, men were wearing large yellow triangles on their heads.

The triangles were cheese.

Not shaped like cheese. Cheese.

I later learned it was foam. At the time, I did not know foam was on the table. I made peace with the fact that these grown men were wearing dairy on their heads and were, if anything, proud.

I want to say this clearly. They were proud of the cheese. The cheese was the point. If I had said, "Sir, your hat is cheese," he would have said, "Thank you." And he would have meant it.

A man next to me offered me a beer. It was 10 a.m.

I said, "It is morning."

He said, "Ope, it's Sunday."

Reader. I could not argue with this. It was, in fact, Sunday. He had used my own calendar against me.

I drank the beer.

The Packers scored. The stadium made a sound I have only heard one other time in my life, at a shrine festival in my hometown, when the mikoshi is lifted onto the shoulders of the men. It is the sound of a crowd becoming one person for about four seconds.

The man next to me hugged me. He did not ask. He did not need to.

He said, "You're one of the good ones."

I do not know what the categories are. I do not know how many exist. I only know I made it into the correct one, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.

This is not a joke. This is the only sentence in this post I mean literally.

Halftime. A small child dropped a chicken tender near my shoe.

Before I could speak, she looked up at me and said, "Ope."

She was four.

She was four years old and she had the language and I did not.

I bowed to her. I could not stop myself. My body knew nothing else.

She bowed back. Badly. With enormous commitment. Almost lost her balance. Recovered. Nodded.

Her father saw this whole exchange and put his hand over his heart.

He said, "Aw, jeez."

I have since learned that "Aw, jeez" is what Wisconsin men say when they are about to cry but have democratically voted, as a region, not to.

On my last night, the woman at the hotel front desk asked how my trip had been.

I tried to explain. I used my hands. I said "Ope" seven times. I described the cheese. I described the child. I may have described the shelf.

She listened to all of it. She nodded in the correct places. She did not interrupt once.

When I finished, she was quiet.

Then she said, "Ope, sounds like you had a real nice time, hon."

I did.

I really did.

I am home now. In Tokyo. Last week I bumped into a man on the train.

I said, "Ope."

He looked at me for a long moment.

Then, very quietly, he said it back.

I do not know how it got here.

I am not going to ask.

[Club de los Viernes @clubdeviernes]

Primero le vació el cargador y luego le dijo que soltara el cuchillo. ESE ES EL ORDEN correcto.