Con

[Con @consfc2]

The death sentence isn’t enough for these scumbag cunts.

[Lemzyy @Lemzyy_]

How low of a person do you have to be to go out of your way, adopt a baby who can’t do anything for themselves and abuse them that results in the baby’s death?

The inmates in the prison they’re in should end off both of them, no joke. Sick people

[Con @consfc2]

@Red_Diaboli Hang him in the streets

[Boone Cutler 🦬🇺🇸 🦅 @boonecutler]

A MESSAGE YOU NEED TO HEAR & SHARE…
Humanity needs it right now 👇

Last Tuesday, at exactly 7:00 PM, I decided to check out of life. My apartment was spotless, my debts were calculated, and the only loose end was Barnaby, my twelve-year-old Golden Retriever, and the grumpy veteran next door who hadn't said a word to me in three years.

You wouldn’t have known I was drowning if you looked at my social media. I’m twenty-nine, a "digital nomad" working three freelance gigs just to pay rent on a shoebox apartment that smells like damp drywall. On the screen, I’m living the dream. In reality, I’m exhausted. It’s not the kind of tired a good night’s sleep can fix. It’s a deep, bone-weary exhaustion from running a race where the finish line keeps moving.

The world feels so loud lately, doesn’t it? Everyone is screaming at each other. The news is a constant feed of doom—inflation, division, anger. I felt like a ghost in my own life, scrolling through photos of friends getting married or buying houses, while I was deciding which meal to skip so I could afford gas. I was isolated, surrounded by millions of digital voices but hearing absolutely no one.

That Tuesday, the silence in my head finally got too loud. I didn't want a scene. I just wanted the noise to stop.

I packed a small bag. Not for me, but for Barnaby. I couldn't leave him alone in the apartment. I grabbed his heavy bag of kibble, his favorite chewed-up tennis ball, and his leash.

I walked down the hall to Apartment 1B. Mr. Miller’s place.

Mr. Miller is a relic. He’s somewhere in his late seventies, built like a brick wall that’s beginning to crumble. He spends his evenings sitting on a folding chair on his porch, staring at the street, a generic can of domestic lager in his hand. He doesn't look at his phone. He just watches the world turn. In three years, our interactions were limited to me nodding and him grunting.

I knocked on the doorframe. The porch light buzzed, attracting moths.

"Yeah?" His voice sounded like gravel crunching under tires.

"Mr. Miller?" I tried to keep my voice steady. "Sorry to bother you. I... I have to go on a trip. A last-minute work thing. California. It came up out of nowhere."

The lie tasted like ash in my mouth. "They don't allow dogs at the corporate housing. I was wondering... I know this is a huge ask, but could you watch Barnaby? Just for tonight? The shelter opens at 8 AM tomorrow. I’ll leave a note for them to come get him. He’s a good boy. He sleeps most of the day."

I held out the leash. My hand was trembling.

Mr. Miller didn't take the leash. He took a long, slow sip of his beer, his eyes fixed on Barnaby. Barnaby, being the traitor he is, wagged his tail and rested his graying muzzle on the old man’s knee.

"California," Miller said. He didn't ask it as a question.

"Yes, sir. Big opportunity."

"Bull," Miller said.

I froze. "Excuse me?"

"I said bull." He set the beer down on the railing. He turned those steel-gray eyes on me. They were sharp, intelligent, and terrifyingly clear. "You ain't going to California, son. You’re wearing the same sweatpants you’ve worn for three days. Your eyes are red. And my wife... she had that same look. The look of someone who’s done fighting."

The air left my lungs. I took a step back, ready to run. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just need someone to take the dog."

"Sit down," he commanded. He kicked a plastic crate toward me.

"I can't, I have to—"

"Sit. Down."

I sat. I don't know why. Maybe because for the first time in months, someone was actually looking at me. Not looking at my profile, not looking at my productivity, but looking at me.

Miller went inside and came back with another cold beer. He cracked it open and handed it to me.

"Drink. It's cheap swill, but it's cold."

We sat in silence for ten minutes. The only sound was the distant hum of traffic and Barnaby panting softly at our feet.
1/3

[DannyBoy Updates @DannyBoySaga]

Made a mannequin and a remote control wheelchair this is the outcome 🤣 🤣

[Flomsie @flomsie]

Many times in my life I’ve avoided the truth because sometimes the truth hurts.

Or I’m not ready to face it yet.

But that doesn’t mean it’s not on a list of things that I know I’m going to have to address.

Just that sometimes I’m not ready to address it yet.

But I will.

[Michael McCarthy @punishablepress]

Enjoy

[𖣂JIK𖣂 @OS3992]

Motivational video for the day

"You're not as far away from these dreams then You think You are stay strong❤️‍🩹🔜"

(27/365)

[Con @consfc2]

@gmapleth @Jake_Tonge98 Because Skubala couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery

[The 44 ⚽️ @The_Forty_Four]

CBS banned Micah Richards from talking about Brests, so Carragher & Henry had no problem taking over😂😂😂

I love how unserious they are😭😭😭

[Luke 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @LukeKC67]

What my rustler burger sees when it’s in the microwave

[Manchester City Academy @ManCityAcademy]

65' | JJ McKiernan makes it five.

🔴 5-0 💙

#ManCity #EFLTrophy

[🐝🐝 @OSpin_Laden]

19 months for stabbing a copper and my mate got 16 months for fucking shouting at em.

Yet some of you divs think two tier justice system doesn’t exist

[John Olooney @OlooneyJohn]

One of the most important things I have learned
It’s only about who stands in the rain with you when they had the choice to be dry.
Keep these people in your life and discard the others
Never let you loneliness make you reconnect with those who let you stand alone in that rain.
You wouldn’t drink poison despite being thirsty

[BBC Sport Lincolnshire @BBCSportLincs]

It’s a reunion for @JJ_McKiernan54 this Monday against @cheshamutdfc.

He explains all…

Hear the latest on Tom Hamer’s injury from 6PM: https://t.co/H0C7rcjslx

[FPL Zh0u (Joe) 🇲🇾 @ZhouFPL]

Nottingham Forest invited Warriors United, a learning disability football team, for a press conference, as part of Down Syndrome Awareness month.

Look at how Nuno answers their questions. What a man. ❤️

Credits: Sky Sports

[Flomsie @flomsie]

Respect to every man fixing their life.

Alone. No rich relatives. No favours. No dad’s money. Even through losses and disrespect.

You’re going to go far in life.

[Midas Sports Management @Midassports]

💥 NORTHERN IRELAND WIN BIG!

Big international performance this afternoon for @JJ_McKiernan54 who claimed a goal and two assists in a massive 5-0 win over Azerbaijan! ⚽️🅰️🅰️

#GAWA | #NorthernIreland

[Flomsie @flomsie]

It takes a lot to be a real man.

There aren’t many of those about.

Put a load of responsibilities in front of a lot of men and they either run or make up excuses.

Or both.

[Paul Golding @PaulGolding]

‘We need to be united in non-violent demonstrations, show them where it hurts. Abstain from spending your money in their shops and economies and invest in Black-owned businesses.’
Antony Joshua is a piece of shit 🖕

[EverythingBoxing | Darshan Desai @EverythingBoxi2]

😂😂😂 Somebody told Daniel Dubois exactly what to post on his Instagram and he left that bit in.