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I’m a grown man who is just here for Fun! NSFW- 🔞content- Consider yourself warned!

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@Soaringeagle45 Happy birthday, man. Wishing you many more 🍻

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@lilviolet I sure can wish 😋🥵

[Tulsi Gabbard 🌺 @TulsiGabbard]

I am deeply grateful for the trust President Trump placed in me and for the opportunity to lead @ODNIgov for the last year and a half.

Unfortunately, I must submit my resignation, effective June 30, 2026. My husband, Abraham, has recently been diagnosed with an extremely rare form of bone cancer. He faces major challenges in the coming weeks and months. At this time, I must step away from public service to be by his side and fully support him through this battle.

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@lilviolet @fansly Awesome! Can’t wait to see them 😮‍💨

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@lilviolet @goldrushcabaret Sure looks like you had a great time, V. I wish I could have been there to see it 😛🥵

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@lilviolet @MikeUnderw75423 @MiamiVelvet 😳

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@lilviolet Sexy thang! 🥵

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@lilviolet That’s Awesome, V! Congratulations 🫶💜

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@lilviolet I know you love what Miami is doing For you V, but I don’t know that I care much for what Miami is doing To you. JMO…🤷🏻

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@DisrespectedThe While…this is kinda funny…..it’s Really Not funny. These kids will forgive, but never forget

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@BamaSaltyMarine Hahaha! Serves you right for being married 🤪

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@lilviolet You’re on! 😛

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@lilviolet 🙈

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@BamaSaltyMarine Hahaha! 😛

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@Soaringeagle45 😳,,,😂😂

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@SteveLovesAmmo Gilligan’s Isle and the Flintstones

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Sneezing with a mouthful of beer fucking Sucks!

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@lilviolet Some people just don’t pay attention. No help for it 🤷🏻

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a senior coordinating producer for the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner. I have worked eleven of these. I was backstage at the Washington Hilton when the shots were fired.

The first thing I heard was not the gunfire. It was glass.

A champagne flute hit the floor of the International Ballroom at approximately 9:47 PM. Then a second. Then the sound that I have since been told was a 12-gauge shotgun, which from inside the ballroom sounded like a heavy door slamming in a parking garage. Then the Secret Service moved. They moved the President, the Vice President, the First Lady through the east corridor in under ninety seconds, which is protocol, which is practiced, which is the one part of the evening that worked exactly as it was designed.

Everything else was improvised.

I know this because I ordered the wine. 94 tables. Two bottles per table. 188 bottles of a Willamette Valley pinot noir that the Association selected in February after a tasting committee spent three meetings debating between Oregon and Burgundy. Oregon won. The budget was $14,200. I signed the invoice. I can tell you the vintage. I can tell you the distributor. I can tell you the per-bottle cost because I negotiated it down from $89 to $76.

What I cannot tell you is how 147 of those bottles left the building during an active shooter evacuation.

I can tell you what I saw. A correspondent from a network I will not name picked up two bottles on her way to the east exit. Full bottles. One in each hand. She was wearing heels and she did not spill. A man in a tuxedo tucked one inside his jacket the way you'd shoplift a paperback at an airport bookstore. A woman picked up a bottle, looked at the label, put it back, and took a different one.

She checked the vintage. During an evacuation. That's editorial judgment under pressure.

The theme of the dinner was "A Free Press for a Free People." The banners were still hanging when the evacuation began. I know because I hung them. Twenty-three banners, navy blue, gold serif lettering, $11,400 for the set. They were still hanging when 2,600 guests were directed to the exits by Secret Service agents, one of whom had just taken a shotgun round in his ballistic vest and walked to the ambulance on his own feet.

The agent's vest costs approximately $800. The wine that left the building was worth $11,172 at Association cost. At restaurant markup, roughly $29,000. The guests saved more in wine than the vest that saved the agent.

That's priority.

The video went viral by 10:15 PM. Not the video of the evacuation. Not the Secret Service response. The wine. Three guests in formalwear grabbing bottles off white tablecloths while being told to move toward the exits, while a man with a shotgun stood in the same motor entrance where John Hinckley shot Ronald Reagan 45 years ago.

A woman near the service entrance was crying. She said "I just wanna go home." She was not holding wine. She was holding her phone. She was the only person I saw that night who looked afraid rather than inconvenienced.

That's the distinction. The rest of the ballroom did not look afraid. They looked interrupted. An active shooter at the WHCD is a logistical problem. The dinner was disrupted. The timeline was off. The after-party at the French Ambassador's residence would need to be rescheduled. These are contingency matters. Contingency matters have solutions. Fear is for people who attend events without security details.

I have produced eleven of these dinners. I have managed seating charts that require diplomatic-grade negotiations. I have handled comedians, cabinet secretaries, network anchors, and the editor of a major newspaper who once threatened to leave because his table was behind a column.

I have never, in eleven years, seen a guest leave a $76 bottle on the table during an evacuation. I have also never seen a guest check the label first. Both observations are consistent. The bottle is worth taking. The evacuation is worth surviving. The instinct is to do both simultaneously.

188 bottles placed. 41 recovered. 147 unaccounted for. One agent shot. Zero guests injured. Zero bottles broken.

A free press for a free people. The press is free. The wine was $76 a bottle. They took it anyway.

[Old Salty Marine @BamaSaltyMarine]

A trucker's wife sees 3 parrots for sale.
$170, $150 & $10.

She asks why the last parrot is so cheap.

The pet store owner said it used to live in a whore house.

The woman laughs & buys it.

She gets home the parrot says "a new whore house!"

The woman laughs...

When her 2 daughters come home, the parrot says "Dang!!! 2 new gals!"

They all laugh!

When her husband walks in door, the parrot says "Hi Joe! You found the new spot!"

And... that's how the fight started.