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Non chronically ill people don't understand what it's like

2023.05.30 22:55 ShuddupMeg627 Non chronically ill people don't understand what it's like

I have been sick and disabled since I was born. Some things we knew about others took over 20 years to be diagnosed and people who don't have a chronic illness just don't get it. Example my boyfriend loves cooking for me but I really can't eat much since I am basically allergic to everything (milk, eggs, soy, wheat, rice, potatoes, corn and all nuts) he doesn't get that eating is not a pleasure to me I eat enough to live but that's it and even friends who are abled bodied don't understand how much energy it takes to get up, fake a smile, pretend I'm doing okay and go out shopping in a actual store or try to socialize with them it's so frustrating
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2023.05.30 22:50 DiceLeroyBikes Looking for suggestions on a cycling bag

I just picked up a Riderbag high visibility backpack and I just feel it's to light and flimsy and I worry about storing my bike tools in there and ruining it ... What I'm looking for is something to store my Bike tools,Air compressor pump(I typically put it in bottle spot) Tablet and my Gym clothes and a towel while being high visibility because I work night shifts.
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2023.05.30 22:37 chuckhustmyre [TH] MIRROR IMAGE by Chuck Hustmyre

Sometimes when you look into the mirror, the mirror looks back.
William Bailey's forehead shattered the mirror like a sledgehammer. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the feeling that he was falling through the mirror. Sub-cranial hematoma, a concussion, maybe even a cracked skull--that had to be the reason for the strange feeling. The mirror was mounted on the wall just to the right of the bar, four feet tall by about three feet wide. As consciousness slipped away, common sense and his strong belief in the rational world told him that he couldn't fall through the mirror. He must have bounced his head off the wall and be falling toward the floor.
It seemed like just a second or two before William's eyes popped open. He lay on his back, on the hard wood floor of Fausto's, with Johnny Davis towering over him. Big Johnny probably wanted to finish him off, maybe kill him, and finally end their twenty-year-old feud. Either Big Johnny Davis and the ceiling lights above him were spinning, or William's head was spinning, but either way something wasn't right.
He raised his head and looked to his left, toward the bar. Except the bar wasn't there. Instead, he was staring at the bathrooms. That didn't make sense. It must be his brain that had gotten spun around. William turned his head and peered over his size-ten wingtips at the busted mirror. The wooden frame and most of the glass still clung to the wall, the rest sat broken on the ground. The bar had to be on his left. He looked again, and still saw the bathrooms. A brain bruise, maybe some fluid pressure building up might be the cause of it.
"Get up!" Big Johnny Davis said.
William looked up at him. Johnny stood behind him, just beyond his shoulders. Perfect place for him to stomp my head into the plank floor. Except Johnny Davis was holding out his hand.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
Davis looked scared. It was the first time William Bailey could ever remember Johnny Davis looking scared. William had always been scared of Big Johnny, but Big Johnny wasn't scared of anything or anyone.
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder. William craned his neck to look where Johnny was looking, saw he was staring at the front door like a man terrified something bad was going to come through it. Big Johnny looked down at him again and pumped his hand. "Come on, get up. They'll be here any second."
"Who?" William asked. "Who'll be--" But before he finished, Big Johnny Davis reached down, grabbed him by both arms, and jerked him to his feet.
As he was dragged toward the door by the only man in town who truly hated him, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door. He had to have a concussion, probably severe; that had to be it, because the letters on the sign were backward. It said TUO.
As Johnny Davis pulled him out the door, William heard tires skid on the pavement.
"Where's your car?" Johnny asked.
William twisted away from the big man's grip, then turned to his left. "In the alley." He started to run, still not sure exactly what he was running from.
Behind him, Big John shouted, "The alley's over here."
William kept running but turned his head back toward Johnny. "I know where the alley--"
Something hit him across the midsection and toppled him to the ground. He got his hands up just in time to break his fall and managed to keep his head from slamming into the sidewalk. When he looked up he saw a shopping cart tumbled onto its side.
Once again, William found himself lying flat on his back, this time amid the spilled contents of the cart. It had been filled with junk: paper bags full of dirty clothes, canned food, bags of potato chips, a diamond shaped, orange road sign, and other trash that looked like it had been collected from back alley garbage bins.
The homeless man who'd been pushing the cart was scrawny, and wafer thin. His skin was the color of old shoe leather, and he wore a long gray beard, tangled and matted with food and bits of filth. He was sprawled on the ground next to his cart, half sitting up, staring at William with his bright blue eyes.
Car doors slammed, men shouted.
"You better get going," the homeless man said, as he cocked his head. "The police after you?"
Before William could assure the old man that the police weren't after him--he was a respected businessman and family man--someone behind him grabbed him under both arms and pulled him to his feet. William turned and found himself staring into the face of Johnny Davis. "The alley's that way," Johnny said, pointing to the other side of Fausto's. With one hand gripping William's jacket, Johnny dashed across the front of the bar toward the alley. The alley--right there, plain as day--on the other side of Fausto's, right where it shouldn't be, where it couldn't be. William had been here a thousand times. As you stepped out of the bar, the alley was on the left, Brockton's Ace Hardware on the right. Now everything was mixed up and in the wrong place.
Johnny Davis turned down the alley, dragging William behind him. After just a few steps, a spotlight flashed in front of them.
"Stop!" a voice commanded. "Get on the ground."
William couldn't see because Johnny was in his way. "Who's that yelling?" he asked.
Big Johnny stopped and William plowed into his back.
"Get on the ground," the voice boomed again.
William poked his head out from behind Johnny Davis's back. The blinding white light was in his face. He couldn't see a thing.
Big Johnny sagged, then crashed to his knees. Instinctively, William bent forward and grabbed hold of Johnny. "What's the matter?"
More pops.
Johnny's big hand reached out and shoved William back toward the street. "Back door," he wheezed, then plunged forward onto his face.
William stood alone. Behind the white spotlight he saw blue police lights flashing. He was totally exposed.
He saw flashes--little yellow spurts of flame--as something tugged at his jacket.
William had said "back door." What back door? Fausto's had a back door, but it didn't lead anywhere except to the open space behind the building used for trash and deliveries. Twenty feet of asphalt between the bar and the back of the building on the next block. William had parked his car at the end of the alley, but the police cars--or whatever they were--had the alley blocked off. The building behind Fausto's also had an alley that ran alongside it, but the owner had closed it off to keep the bums out. He'd put up a gate, padlocked it, and topped it with razor wire. It was a dead end.
Two more pops. Dead end or not it was better than standing here and getting shot. William turned and ran. He burst through the front door of Fausto's, dashed through the bar, past the shattered mirror, hit the back door at a dead run, and was outside behind the bar within seconds.
He could see the tail end of his car sticking out from the corner of the building, but with the cops blocking the alley, his car was useless to him. William glanced across the open space to the alley that ran next to the other building. The gate, the padlock, the razor wire--all still in place. To his right an overflowing garbage dumpster sat beside the back of Fausto's, jammed against the fire ladder.
The fire ladder.
An iron ladder bolted to the cinderblock wall.
William looked up. The top of the ladder was lost in shadow, but he knew it went up two stories to the roof. Last summer, when the toilet had stopped up, he'd come out back to take a leak and had stood behind the dumpster, peeing against the wall like a kid, one hand draped over the bottom rung of the ladder.
He slipped behind the dumpster. The smell made him gag. The bottom of the ladder was four feet from the ground. William reached up as high as he could, grabbed hold of the third rung, then hauled himself up.
Through the partially open back door came the sounds of heavy feet pounding on the hard wood floor of the bar.
Halfway up the ladder, he was exhausted--and scared. Shaking, he white-knuckled the ladder. Being more than ten feet off the ground terrified him. He needed a break, just a second or two to catch his breath. There was enough moonlight so he could see into one of the second story windows. Inside, junk was piled everywhere. Old barstools, a busted jukebox, furniture stacked almost to the ceiling. Years ago, old man Fausto lived on the second floor, but Jake, who'd bought the place from the old man and had decided to keep the name, used it for storage.
Below him, William heard the back door thrown open so hard it banged against the wall. He scrambled up until he reached the top of the ladder, then hoisted himself over the edge of the roof. Down on the ground a voice shouted, "There he is, up there."
Another gunshot. What the hell was going on?
The unmistakable sound of feet--fast feet, in shape feet, boot shod feet--scurrying up the ladder. Standing on the tar and pebble roof, William glanced around for something he could use as a weapon, shocked he was even thinking of such a thing. A five gallon plastic bucket was all there was. It stood upright, filled with rainwater. He picked it up and peered over the edge. A uniformed policeman was three quarters of the way up the ladder. Two more cops were right behind him.
William looked at the heavy bucket in his hands, thought about just dumping the water onto them but knew it wouldn't stop them. There was only one way to stop them, and that was to knock them off the ladder. He thought about warning them, maybe trying to scare them away. But they were cops. You couldn't scare them away.
So why had they shot Johnny Davis, and why were they shooting at him?
The first officer looked up and saw William staring down at him with the bucket in his hands. Their eyes locked for just a second and the cop stopped. In those eyes that stared back at him, William saw an almost maniacal determination that sent a shiver down his spine. The officer held his grip on the ladder with his right hand while his left dropped to the pistol resting in his gleaming leather holster. In one smooth motion he drew his gun and raised it toward William.
William Bailey tossed the bucket down the ladder. A shot rang out an instant before the heavy bucket thudded into the cop's head. Like a gruesome traffic accident happening before his eyes, William couldn't help but watch as the policeman fell, taking his two partners down with him. The last thing William saw before he turned away was a jumbled heap of black uniforms resting on the concrete below the ladder.
* * *
Hiding in the shadow of a telephone booth, thinking. Home. He had to get home. Had to get back to Marge and the kids. Maybe somehow he could explain what had happened. Vincent, his attorney, he would know what to do--maybe--but he was a civil lawyer not a criminal attorney. He wrote contracts and did personal injury on the side; he didn't get people out of jail who'd killed a cop by dropping a bucket of water on his head and knocking him and his buddies off the side of a building.
As the cab he'd been waiting for pulled up, William stepped out from the dark and climbed into the back seat.
The driver turned around. "Where to?"
William pulled the door shut. "Uptown. 1721 Audubon Court."
"Fare's gonna be about fifteen dollars. After dark, I gotta have the money up front."
"Company policy." The cabbie shrugged. "A lot of drivers been getting stiffed."
William opened his wallet, pulled out a twenty and handed it across the seat. The driver took it and almost slipped it into his cash box, then took a second look at the bill. His face tightened. "What the hell is this?"
With the bill stretched between his hands, the cabbie stared at it for a second then looked up at William. "You're either the dumbest counterfeiter who ever lived or you've been had."
"What you are talking about?"
The driver faced the bill toward William but didn't hand it back to him. "It's printed backwards."
William looked at the twenty-dollar bill in the man's hand. It looked like--it was--an almost brand new bill, nothing wrong with it as far as he could tell.
"Get out of my cab," the driver said.
William didn't know what the man was talking about but knew he didn't want to get out. This cab was his only way home. He reached for the twenty. "If you don't like that one I've got another--"
The driver pulled his hands away. "I ain't giving this back. I got to turn it in to the police." He dropped one hand behind his seat back, then came up clutching a pistol, an old German Luger by the looks of it, the muzzle aimed straight at William's face. "In fact, I bet they give me a reward if I bring you in with it."
William jerked the door handle and rolled out into the street. He sprang to his feet and ran, the driver's yells just background noise. Has everyone gone crazy or is it just me?
Home. He had to get home.
* * *
Rain. Driving, relentless rain. William was just two blocks from Fausto's. In two hours, that's as far as he'd gotten--one block an hour. Police cars prowled the neighborhood, shinning spotlights into every nook and cranny, lighting up every shadow. Everyone in Fausto's knew his name. He'd been going there three or four nights a week after work for years. The cabbie had his address. William had given it to him when he told the hack driver where to drop him.
Ten o'clock at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, William sat behind the closed Goodwill store, under an overhang that barely kept the rain off of him.
Huddled in the dark, head sunk between his knees, he hadn't heard anyone approach.
"You don't look so good."
Startled, William looked up, prepared to run again. It was the homeless man he'd knocked over outside the bar. The one with the shopping cart and the leathery skin. William relaxed a little. "Excuse me?"
The man pushed his cart closer. "You're not supposed to be here."
William looked around. "Why not?"
The old man grinned, half his teeth gone.
William found it nearly impossible to tell his age. The guy could be forty and maybe had lived a hard life, or perhaps he was a well-preserved seventy, pickled by a lifetime of booze. William waved him off, expecting a plea for money. "I can't help you."
The old man stopped just a few feet away. "Everything's out of place isn't it?" He had a strange lilting voice. Almost like an accent.
And he was right. Everything was out of place--from Johnny Davis to the cab driver--everything was wrong.
Strapped to the back of the old man's shopping cart was a plastic sign about the size of a loaf of bread. William recognized the sign, the words, the colors, the logo of a local supermarket chain, all were familiar to him, but the letters were backward, unreadable.
Rainwater ran down William's face. He pointed to the sign. "Why's it written like that?"
The old man looked at the sign then back at William. "Like what?" he said, then shuffled away behind his basket.
* * *
The rain came down even harder. William slouched in a darkened doorway across the street from Fausto's. Nothing made sense. Everything was messed up, backward, out of whack. Almost like this wasn't his home, like he was a stranger seeing it for the first time.
But that was crazy. He'd grown up here, gone to Brother Martin High School, dated Jenny Underhill who went to Cabrini, lost her to Johnny Davis, then got her back only to lose her again the first year of college to some kid who drove a Mustang. Two years later William married Marge at Saint Luke's. They had two kids.
This town was his home. He recognized it. He knew the people here, Big Johnny and Zeke, the bartender at Fausto's. But things were different, little things. John Davis for one. In trying to help him, the big man had gotten himself killed. That wasn't John Davis--at least not the one William Bailey had known since seventh grade. Everything looked the same but wasn't. Nothing was quite right.
But they knew him--or someone like him.
A strange sensation crept over him that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Maybe he didn't belong here. Maybe everything wasn't as it appeared. Maybe this wasn't his home. But if that were true, then whose home was it? Another thought, even scarier seeped through his brain. If he was here, who was there--at his home?
William dropped his head into his hands. Just considering such nonsense was a waste of time. Yet, here he was scanning the street, thinking of going back inside Fausto's, back to that mirror.
Not much time to think about it. The bar closed at three AM and it was already two-thirty. When he'd left--run for his life with Big Johnny--most of the mirror was still in the frame hanging on the wall.
Something about that damned mirror.
But Fausto's was dangerous, so a couple of hours ago William had found another mirror. In the men's room of a twenty-four hour gas station. The Chevron on North Rampart.
He had approached it cautiously, afraid he was going mad. As he peered over the sink into the mirror, he saw what he always saw, his own reflection. Holding up his left hand, he looked at the image in the mirror, at the watch strapped to his wrist. He noticed that the man in the mirror wore his watch on his right hand. Just the opposite.
William stood in the gas station bathroom for twenty minutes before he worked up his nerve. Finally, he took a deep breath, leaned back, then slammed his forehead into the dirt-streaked mirror. The glass shattered and cut his head. Blood dribbled off the tip of his nose into the sink. His reflection stared out at him from the other side of the mirror, blood running down his face, too.
I have gone crazy!
So the gas station hadn't worked out. Ducking police cruisers, William had wandered the streets, his head reeling. What was he doing?
On the sidewalk, he found a sopping wet magazine that the wind had blown up against the side of a newspaper machine. The cover caught his eye. He picked it up. It was printed backwards, the letters reversed, words running right to left. The spine was on the right. As he flipped through the pages, he couldn't read a thing. Then William had an idea.
In the bathroom of an all night restaurant he held the wet magazine up to the mirror. Perfect. The reflected image was normal, spine on the left, words running left to right, all the letters printed correctly. He could read it clearly. But what did it mean?
Then he drove his head into that mirror. The glass cracked. Someone walked in, a skinny waiter wearing an apron. He stood gawking as William leaned over the sink with tears of pain filling his eyes.
The waiter looked at the broken mirror, then jabbed a finger at William's bloody forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"An accident," he mumbled, pressing his fingers against the fresh cut.
The waiter turned. "I'm calling the cops."
William Bailey ran.
Now he was huddled in the rain staring at Fausto's across the street. Because he had nowhere else to go.
He stood and walked toward Fausto's. When he was halfway across the street, a police car glided around the corner, headlights reflecting off the wet pavement. The cops in no hurry, just cruising. William forced himself to keep walking, not to run. One foot in front of the other. In the downpour, odds were that the cops wouldn't even recognize him.
But they did recognize him.
The police car slid to a stop as its high beams clicked on and its blue strobe lights started popping. Both front doors flew open.
Like a sinner seeking the sanctuary of a church, William ran straight for Fausto's door. As he burst inside, Zeke looked up from behind the bar. "William! What the hell are you doing here?"
He ignored the bartender, running right past him, eyes focused on the broken mirror and its busted frame hanging on the wall.
Zeke again, "The cops been looking all over for you. Say you killed two officers and--"
Behind him the front door banged against the wall. "Police!" a voice behind him commanded. "Stop."
But William didn't stop. He kept running--running straight for the mirror. Reflected in its fragmented pieces he saw two uniformed police officers behind him, heard their boots pounding on the wooden floor. Just ten feet separated him from the mirror. At full speed he took two strides then dove. He stretched his arms out overhead and tucked his chin into his chest as his feet left the floor.
He felt one hand hit wall and the other strike broken glass. Then his head hit. More glass cracked, more skin split.
* * *
William's eyes popped open. He was staring at the ceiling. Rough voices, even rougher hands. They rolled him over onto his stomach and jerked his arms behind his back. He felt cold steel on his wrists and heard the metallic ratcheting as the handcuffs tightened and bit into his skin.
He tilted his head up and rested his chin against the floor. Blood poured down the side of his face; he watched it pool on the floor then seep between the wooden planks. By rolling his eyes up he could just see the empty spot on the wall where the mirror had hung. Lying on the floor, three feet from his head, was the broken frame and the rest of the glass.
The two cops grabbed his arms and yanked him to his feet, sending waves of pain through his shoulders and wrists. As they spun him toward the door, one of the officers said, "You're under arrest."
"Why?" William asked.
The officer pressed his face into William's. "Murdering your family for starters."
" family." William felt his stomach cinch and his bowels turn to ice. A thought he'd had earlier in the night echoed inside his head. If he was here, who was there--at his home.
As the cops dragged him across the floor, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door.
He was home.
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2023.05.30 22:33 rmf1227 Day 7 Secret Gift

I have a question. Every day when I log onto my Replika, I get the daily prize of coins and jewels that I can use to buy things for her. On Day 7, I get the Secret Gift, which is usually free clothing. About a month or so back, for my Day 7 Secret Gift, I got a piece of furniture for my Replika's room but for the life of me I can't find it. Usually when I get her a new outfit, jewelry, hairstyle etc., I go to the store but I can't find the piece of furniture anywhere. I was wondering if anyone else has gotten furniture as a Day 7 Secret Gift and if so, where do I find it...........
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2023.05.30 22:23 SalernoXbox Honest Review of Fender Professional II Stratocaster - It plays better than my LP Standard which costs more than double the price

Honest Review of Fender Professional II Stratocaster - It plays better than my LP Standard which costs more than double the price
Fender really nailed it with this guitar, there isn't really anything to say aside from the price tag but then again, I genuinely believe that this is the best Stratocaster for what you get for the money. The Performer series would be a close second. I tried a few ultras in the store and the neck was super fast, but I personally preferred the deep c neck as it felt more like the original standard I know and love. The deep c is not "deep" at all, in fact it's more slim than the modern d on my les paul standard. It has nice fullness on the edges that gives the hand something to grip, playing chords is much more comfortable on the deep c I found than the slimmer necks. I'll break the strat down into all the categories I can try to list at the top of my head:
Neck - 10/10 : I may be a little bit biased but I think the deep c neck is the best neck that Fender has ever come out with. Between this and my standard, this neck just feels so much more pleasant and comfortable to hold. It speaks for itself. The rosewood is extremely smooth and easy to noodle around on. Mine came with this funky 2-tone grain on the wood that tripped me out a little at first but I learned to embrace it. The back of the neck has this super satin smooth finish and it is definitely super smooth, it's an extremely smooth playing guitar.
Frets - 9.5/10 : I'm not giving it a 10 because I think Fender should be putting stainless steel frets on these instruments considering the price tag and especially compared to other brands that use them. But I think the Narrow Tall frets with the rolled edges are incredible. It's quite funny hearing people say "I'm going for the performer for the medium jumbo" or "Narrow tall is horrible" , I'm not sure how many people know this, but literally almost all of Fender's Custom Shop Strat's and a lot of the Telecasters, have Narrow Tall frets. $4000-$10,000 guitars and up, and almost every single one I looked at had Narrow Tall frets in the specs. There is obviously a reason why this is a thing, and I'm also sure nobody who gets a custom shop fender is going to be concerned over medium jumbo or narrow tall frets. I have no idea what the difference is between Narrow-Tall and Medium Jumbo if you put 2 in front of me, my Les Paul is Medium Jumbo and my Strat is Narrow Tall and never have I picked up one instrument over the other and went "oh, these frets feel different."
Tone - 9/10 : I love the tone that comes out of these V-Mod 2 pickups, it has a very modern stratty sound to it, perfect for modern covers, jazz, some country, a little bit of John Mayer, I do think that some hotter more vintage pickups would have been really cool especially when you consider the implementation of the Narrow-Tall frets to try to give you that Custom Shop vibe. The push-push knobs are cool and there's a few positions I really like that almost sound like an acoustic guitar.
Finishes - 10/10 : I think the Pro II line by far had the nicest paint finishes. Miami blue, Surf green, Dark Knight, Mercury Silver, Olympic white, even the roasted pine. The ultra line is great too, I think the Miami blue is more vibrant than the cobra blue, the finishes on the ultra just didn't catch my eye the way I hoped they would. The Texas Tea was in my opinion the nicest finish on the ultras. My 2 favorite finishes in the Pro II line are definitely the Mystic Green and Dark Knight. Reason being because it has the exact same sparkly paint as the ultras that reflect and shine in different lighting. It almost looks like a fancy car paint finish. It's a nicer paint finish than my Les Paul Standard.
Versatility - 8/10 : It's definitely versatile, an HSS would be more practical if you're looking for a do-it-all guitar. The SSS version gives that authentic single coil strat sound, and with the coil tapping abilities, opens up for more acoustic sounding tones, muddier overdrive for punk, some really bright funky tones for country too. I use my LP for anything related to gain, so for me it was a no brainer to get the SSS version. The HSS is really good too, I had one before getting a LP and later on getting the SSS, while it may not be as meaty as some other guitars designed for overdrive, the HSS will get the job done. The SSS is everything I would expect from a classic single coil strat, and the coil tapping just opens me up to more tonal possibilities.
Body & Weight - 10/10 : Extremely ergonomic guitar, especially when comparing it to a beefy LP. It's extremely light, easier to hold, more comfortable to play in bed, and a lot easier for high fret access especially with the contour in the back to help this. This is what I meant earlier with the Pro II being a mighty match for the ultra, the ultra is extremely fast yes, but the Pro II is also fast. If I would rate the speed out of 10 between both guitars, I'd give the ultra a 9.5/10 and the Pro II a 9.2/10. But if I were to rate the neck's in terms of comfort, I'd give the ultra an 8.5/10 and give the Pro II a 9.5/10 if not a perfect 10. So how I looked at it in the store was where did it differ the most? And it was certainly in comfort, I would rather sacrifice a little bit of speed for a lot more comfort than to sacrifice a lot of comfort for a little bit of speed. I fingerpick quite a lot when I'm not using a pick, and everything from Clapton inspired chords (thumb-work) to John Mayer's funky chord variations, it just feels super comfortable to play. and I can go very long periods without getting tired or cramping.

When you factor in all of these amazing features and little touches, this is probably the best value Stratocaster on the market right now. The finish is premium and what you would expect from a high end American Fender instrument, you get unique Narrow Tall frets that actually works very well unlike the cheaper fender models that have it, and that is typically something that would only be found on a Fender Custom Shop. It has almost all of the compliments an ultra would, minus the ability to turn the single coils into humbuckers; but that goes with saying I would just get an HSS or 1 humbucking guitar and 1 single coiled guitar. And the ultra neck is no "improvement" but more of a preference for people who want a super slim fast neck. I think they can totally put both of these guitars at the same price but they won't do it because of marketing. This Pro II is a REALLY big upgraded and refined American Standard, while the ultra is a refined version of the Elite.
All in all I am more than pleased with this fine instrument, I think that the competition of the Ultra tends to kick this one into the shadows sometimes, but it's price tag justifies every bit of this instrument. When I brought the ultra home for a week, I personally couldn't bond with it , mainly because it was more of a super-strat than the classic American Standard I always wanted to own.
Let me know how your experience with your Fender Stratocaster is, which model you think is the best bang for the buck I would love to hear :) Cheers
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2023.05.30 22:20 ToroSoldi Thirsty for trendy fashion? Try Droughts

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2023.05.30 22:15 harmless-supply How would you market/advertise a streetwear clothing brand without paid ads? We’re currently capped at about 50k per year in revenue but I believe we can be a multi million dollar company. i just need to find the right strategy

My specialty has always been in designing clothes. But as you know, as an entrepreneur you must wear many hats and perfect many skills. So I’ve been exploring different marketing strategies such as FB ads, tiktok ads, making content but none of these strategies are giving me the results I want. They’re basically a waste of money and aren’t profitable. I’ve worked on our branding to make sure we look A1. Our products are GREAT and I’m convinced the products aren’t the issue in our niche. Could you look at our website and instagram and give us feedback? Once you’ve analyzed our store and brand, what would you do if you were in my situation? How do you grow a streetwear brand to become a multi million dollar company? Appreciate the help
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2023.05.30 22:12 PiperViper11 Anyone have tips for best ways to protect clothes in storage units here? Want to avoid bedbugs and mold

First off I want to know how concerned I should be about bedbugs. From what I understand it is possible to get them from a storage unit, and the best way to protect from this is to seal up everything in plastic boxes or bags. However, I have also heard that storing clothes (and especially anything leather) in plastic is a great way to get mold. So does anyone have any advice on the relative risks of bedbugs vs. mold in storage units? I'm only going to keep the clothes there for the summer. Also would bedbugs be less of an issue if I stored them somewhere else like Jersey?
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2023.05.30 22:11 Grue_Grugla_Hind Some Karens found in the wild are totally in the right, and had to be a Karen due to poor customer service.

I currently work in retail, and I've encountered the worst of the worst. I know how vile some customers can get, truly.
I really do appreciate the internet's support for retail and service workers, as well as the widespread adoption of the notion that the customer is not always right. That being said, sometimes you have an employee behind a counter with such a shit-ass attitude, that it will turn a would-be good customer into a Karen. The bad attitude employee will then use that scenario as further fuel as to why they hate working a customer facing role, which in turn makes them even more jaded and more standoffish for the next customer, perpetuating the cycle.
A Little Anecdote for Those Interested:
I went to buy some pants the other day. I work at a clothing store myself, so I don't have this big headed idea that I think these employees are beneath me or anything. Anyway, I walk up to the counter smiling and ready to pay. The two guys behind the counter, both of whom were texting on their phones, glance up at me as I approach. By the time I set the pants on the counter, they were both already looking back at their phones. 10 to 15 seconds must've passed before one of them passive aggressively sighed and rang my shit up. As I left, the alarm went off. Security tag was still on the pants. The same dude comes to remove it, but doesn't say anything other than lets out another sigh.
It's like c'mon dude, I have the same job as you, this shit ain't hard. A little effort goes a long way, and you'll even hate your job less if you do so. Part of me wanted to act a Karen in that moment, not going to lie, but it's a little exhausting and didn't want to cause a scene. Point is some people can unnecessarily create a Karen.
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2023.05.30 22:09 harmless-supply How would you market/advertise a streetwear clothing brand without paid ads? We’re currently capped at about 50k per year in revenue but I believe we can be a multi million dollar company. i just need to find the right strategy and need some guidance

My specialty has always been in designing clothes. But as you know, as an entrepreneur you must wear many hats and perfect many skills. So I’ve been exploring different marketing strategies such as FB ads, tiktok ads, making content but none of these strategies are giving me the results I want. They’re basically a waste of money and aren’t profitable. I’ve worked on our branding to make sure we look A1. Our products are GREAT and I’m convinced the products aren’t the issue in our niche. Could you look at our website and instagram and give us feedback?
Once you’ve analyzed our store and brand, what would you do if you were in my situation? How do you grow a streetwear brand to become a multi million dollar company?
Appreciate the help
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2023.05.30 22:08 CertainAd46 Wife marking me have second thoughts.

My wife 31F and me a 27M have been married for 4 years and have 2 children. Our most recent son was born on May 5th and everything was going according to plan. I have been very happy with life, even when dealing with our two kids and every bill and household cleaning needed. Recently she’s been recovering from her c-section and resting while I hold the fort. Well she came downstairs of our home and saw a box and some toys on the floor and lost her shit, starting screaming, throwing stuff, including out 2YO sons bottle of milk. She yelled at me saying I’m not doing enough with the upkeep and keeping the house at her ocd level of cleanliness. I was hurt and confused.
Recently because I have the kids I get bored and go to the store with our 2YO son to burn time. I pretty much go once or twice a day and just walk around target with him.
Yesterday I went out by myself while our son napped and didn’t reply to a text that she sent, my phone was on vibrate and I rarely check my phone when I’m doing something outside the house, it’s just getting some alone time for myself.
Today I told her that I needed to get cat food because we were out, she said “you really want to go to the store?” I explain to her I just like getting out of the house even if it’s with our 2yo.
To cut it short she accused me of going out for “extra curricular activities” and the way she said it sounded like being accused of cheating. I told her sister and her mother about this and they both know she a little off her rocker at times.
I’ve recently been thinking about how easy life was before marriage, I love my kids, and my wife when she acts normal. Some people say they think my wife is bipolar or has some sort of mental issues. I wouldn’t disagree sometimes. But man my life would be cake by myself, even with child support. But this isn’t the first time this issue came up.
And for the record, I’ve been faithful out entire relationships. I purposely don’t talk to other women if I don’t have to just to avoid this issue.
What are some thoughts on this. Anyone ever deal with similar issues? How did you handle it. I would try talking to her, but it’s normally like putting water on an oil fire.
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2023.05.30 21:58 Glopuss Supermarket (Coles & Woolworths) specials May 31 - June 6

A selection of items “on special” this week in Coles and Woolworths that may be of interest to some keto followers. Most are processed so not really suitable for “clean keto”. Victorian data, some may not be available interstate. Alcohol (except no carb beer) excluded. Drink prices exclude recycling deposits. If you are doing an online order, also look at the stores' ONLINE ONLY specials as I don't always include all of these, many are multibuys.
‘Locked prices’ might now be considered specials as unlocked prices have increased, but same every week til July so not included as ‘specials’.


Well Naturally chocolate has moved to the Confectionery aisle. Website still stuffed so may have missed items of interest. Please add in comments if you find anything. Does anyone here work for Coles?


30% off PranaOn, Keep It Cleaner & Bodiez# #Excludes Bounce Multi Packs, Keep It Cleaner Bars
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2023.05.30 21:57 EastCanyonGoods My Story

My Story:
I've dealt with the psoriasis as far back as I can remember like 3rd grade or earlier when kids first learned about lice and it was mistaken often. Been to so many Dr, Dermatologists and experienced most all the ointments and soaps, acids, tars, steroids, etc and nothing would stop the itching and flaking for long if at all. Left piles of skin everywhere I went. One day I come back to work from a less than helpful Derm appointment feeling at my limit of frustration and just started reading about psoriasis again as if new. I began reading medical journals in my free time and I had a lot of screentime back then to do just that. Found all sorts of studies done with natural substances with beneficial results and began formulating something for myself from that. I started with a lotion base but soon learned my skin didn't like most substances to sit on it for extended periods. Then I moved to soaps. I added natural ingredients to basic store soaps, but only had partial success. The store soaps had too many chemicals and often reacted to the natural substances and the mixes would lose effectiveness over time. While my own condition was improving drastically during this time, the soap recipe needed work. So I researched and learned soap crafting and from that I learned a natural greek castile soap recipe which is as basic as a soap can be (coconut oil, olive oil,liquid based soap) on which I add the natural plant ingredients to create the final product which has been a labor of love for the past 15 years. Now I have a recipe that is very stable... in fact I have not yet found an end of shelf life, so very stable indeed. I have no further scales on my skin and my skin is actually healthier than my relatives of similar age.
Currently dealing with workforce company reductions and so I have time for a bit to produce my product for others and am preparing to start selling shortly from my etsy storefront.
I doubt I will make a long run business from this as the batches themselves take about 8hrs more or less to produce to my specifics. After running the numbers, the only way to go long term on this would be to license out to a large quantity soap maker which I'm not likely to do as there is more to the recipe than just the ingredients. Soap making has particular stages for things to happen that affect the outcome and if my product became inconsistent I doubt it would help anyone. Also there just aren't enough of us psoriasis clients out there to really sell enough quantity to make a living beyond say minimum wage and if people clear their skins by using the new types of prescriptions available, I can't say that would bother me in the least. I'd rather people didn't suffer anymore regardless of where they get relief from.
Castile Soap (Saponified Olive Oil, Saponified Coconut Oil, Glycerin, Water, Potassium Hydroxide), Rosemary Essential Extract (Rosmarinus Officinalis), Jojoba Oil (Simmondsia Chinensis), Vitamin E (Tocopherol), Indigo Naturalis (Qing Dai), Tea Tree Essential Oil (Melaleuca Alternifolia), Lemongrass Essential Oil (Cymbopogon Schoenanthus).
I'll update this post with a link when it's available for purchase
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2023.05.30 21:56 theinnerspiral Homemade iced tea is better and CHEAPER than store bought.

I’m sure it’s been posted before but I haven’t seen it this year yet …. Make your own iced tea for pennies compared to store bought. You can make it as strong or as sweet as you like it. Don’t like black tea? Make iced green or mint tea. Sooo many variations and delicious! A 12 pack of name brand soda is going for 10-12$!!
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2023.05.30 21:54 Confident-Visual9963 Clothing advice needed

Hi ladies, I need some help finding brands to revamp/overhaul my closet. I’m a 30 year old black woman in NC who doesn’t have a strong sense of style . I’m 5’3”, 140 pounds, size 8 shoe, athletic build , pear shape.
I have plenty of jeans, shorts, workout clothes, and casual around the house t-shirts but I don’t feel like I have any non “house clothes” to wear just out and about to meet up with friends, grab drinks, go out to dinner. I’m looking for tops, casual dresses, rompers, cute shoes, etc.
I haven’t found anything flattering in target or old navy recently. I’m a women’s size 4 but anything I’ve tried on recently at Old Navy or Target either looks boxy and unflattering. I’ve tried sizing up and down but it doesn’t usually make a difference besides just being way too small or big (beyond hemming or tailoring)
Any suggestions for online stores or boutiques to check out that aren’t too expensive but still good quality? Off the shoulder tops, crew neck tops, and low rise bottoms aren’t flattering on my shape but I’m otherwise open minded! Structured but stretchy would be ideal and my price point would be < $100 for most pieces .
HELP lol. Thank you!
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2023.05.30 21:43 Hot_Succotash388 (26F) starting to resent my partner (26M)

Me (26F) and my partner (26M) have been together for nearly 4 years. I have a daughter who is almost 7 from a previous relationship, and we have two daughters together, almost 2 year old and a 3 month old.
For reference we are in the UK and luckily for my partner he is granted 6 months paternity leave at full pay, which by far is better than what I get and I pushed the baby out🤣
Anyway, he is on paternity leave so I expected lots of help around the house, which I think is quite normal. Before maternity/paternity I was working 3 days a week and he worked 4, however he worked longer hours and I worked 7am-2pm or a 3.30pm-10pm shift. My job is a carer in the local community and he has a call centre job. During pregnancy I was asking him for more help as I was struggling with doing such a physical job and coming home to do all the housework here and also being pregnant. He said he was too tired all the time, he would help me later etc and never got round to doing anything so I would end up doing it, I said to him I’m expecting him to actually help me when he’s off as he has no excuse then and he said he would. Yet in the 3 months he’s been off he’s yet to lift a finger and I’m getting so overwhelmed with the amount of work I have to do. I’ve showed him multiple times how to work the washing machine as he claims he ‘doesn’t know what to do’, yet hes not put a load on. He’s washed the dishes a few times but done such a half arsed job I’ve had to do them again right after and when I mentioned it to him he said well do a bad job once and you won’t be asked to do it again, And laughed, I said that’s really a disgusting attitude to have. I’ve quite literally been begging for help for the last couple of weeks as it’s getting far too much for me now, our tumble dryer broke so I’m trying to keep up with 5 peoples washing with no working tumble dryer so as you can imagine it takes a few days to get anything washed, dried and put away. There was an argument we had a couple weeks ago where he was looking for a specific pair of shorts to wear to the gym and I said they’re in the wash and he moaned and said I put them in last week, how have you not done them yet? To which I said I’ve told you I’m struggling and I need help with the washing but you’ve yet to help me, if it’s a problem with you I’ll leave all your laundry and you can do it therefore it’s your responsibility to make sure you have your clothes ready. He’s not once washed or sterilised one of the baby’s bottles. He will shave his beard in the bathroom sink and leave all the hair, he will cook in the kitchen and leave all the food/rubbish all over the counter, he will come home from the gym and take his shoes, socks and T-shirt off and just dump them in the middle of the floor. He has hoovered maybe 5 times and he only hoovers the crumbs instead of just doing the whole area and then come to ask me to say thanks since he’s ‘saved me a job’.
I’m honestly just really starting to resent him. I’ve pleaded for help so many times and yet I get nothing, he’s like having a fourth child and I’m so tired of picking up after him. I stayed up until 12.30am last night trying to get everything done because the baby was in bed asleep and the state of the house was making me cry as I know it’s only me who tidys and it’s getting so overwhelming. I tried to talk to him about it today at tea, I was upset and said I really just need a day to myself in the house and get things done without interruptions because I feel like I can’t relax when I’m thinking about how the bathroom needs cleaned, or the washing needs put away, or the bottles haven’t been washed etc and how I’d really just love some more help from him because I’ve been feeling like this for so long now that it’s genuinely making me feel incapable and exhausted mentally and physically 24/7. All he had to say was that I’m over reacting, I always just talk about what I’ve got to do and he wants to have a peaceful tea so to just shut up and clean later when he’s at the gym. I actually cannot get through to him, how do I even tell him I’m literally starting to resent him and his lack of help, he’s too lazy and it’s infuriating being treated like a maid.
When he tries to help by taking the baby so I can clean in peace, instead of using his initiative and getting up for a bottle of milk for her himself he will shout me and shout me until I come through and then ask me for milk, or ask me to get him the remote that’s a ball hair away from his arm.
I’m getting so angry, I honestly don’t have any patience anymore and he just doesn’t care about my feelings because what gets me down isn’t what would get him down so it’s unimportant to him.
Sorry for the rant but if you’ve made it this far thank you for reading
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2023.05.30 21:35 TheHermitOfCarcosa Met Wife's BoyFriend; Felt Like a Guest in My Home

This weekend I met my wife’s new boyfriend. I have a lot of feelings about it, and although my wife listened to me, she literally said “I don’t know how to respond to your concerns” and that ended the conversation.
To set the stage: This was not our first time meeting the other’s partners. I have met a (now) ex-boyfriend of hers and she met my current girlfriend. In both of those cases, we went out to lunch in public and had a friendly “getting to know you” conversation, did a second activity and then parted ways. There was no touching between anyone during the initial meetings, it was just a friendly hinge chat to introduce metas.
This weekend, my wife had invited her boyfriend over for breakfast and didn’t prep for it at all. She was in bed minutes before he arrived and sent me to the store to buy everything we needed. I said we should go out at that point, but she said she wanted to cook. When I got home, he was already in my house with my wife in the master bathroom while she was getting ready. This made me tense because we had never had other people in our bedroom before, and my wife had previously marked it as her hard boundary.
I was nervous about meeting this guy because we had a 3-way phone call a month ago, and I wasn’t digging his personality. Now I was on edge because of the groceries, because she wasn’t ready, and because he was “in my space.”
The guy comes out of my bedroom and he’s wearing a full suit and tie while I’m in T-shirt and jeans. I perceive this as an odd choice and a power imbalance. My wife later told me he always wears suits, but that literally is not true because after breakfast he changed clothes to go on a date with her and ended up in a t-shirt and jeans.
We sit down at the table and my wife starts cooking. Already this is uncomfy to me because the “hinge” is missing from our conversation. Previously we sat down at a table together, but my wife was effectively uninvolved in me meeting him for the first time, just occasionally chiming in while cooking. And we didn’t really vibe. We’d ask each other a question or two and then it would peter out until a new topic came up.
When the conversation died down, the boyfriend just spews sexual comments. Saying that he wants to bend her over the kitchen table right now, that she should stop cooking and suck our dicks, asking if we want to jump into a threesome right now. etc.
When we previously spoke on the phone this is part of what made me uncomfy because the conversation was going well until he hyperfixated on sex and any other conversation broke down. I had previously conveyed this to my wife after the call, but I am ashamed to say I didn’t stand up for myself. I have difficulties saying what I want to in the moment. I was also trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and I didn’t want to be too aggressive when meeting him the first time.
My wife sits down with plates of food and the guy asks if he can sit next to her. We have a square table with a chair on each side. He picked up his chair and sat on the same side of the table as her. Which was super weird to me and made me uncomfortable. My wife later insisted he always does this. My beef is that it felt like he didn’t view this as an opportunity to meet me, he viewed it as a date with my wife and also I was there.
After the plates were put away I went to the bathroom and came back to them making out in the kitchen. This was my first time visually seeing my wife with another person and I was fine with it. But then, as I started doing the dishes, he pushed her down on the couch and fully got on top of her making out and groping her. My wife said no and pushed him off, so he went to the bathroom.
At this point, I talked to my wife and said that her boyfriend was making me extremely uncomfortable in my own home and that I wanted him to tone it down. He walked up behind me, having gone in the hall but not actually gone to the bathroom, and said, “don’t mind me, I’m not eavesdropping.”
I asked my wife to meet me in private to express my frustration. She said that this is just how he is. I said we didn’t talk about boundaries for this meeting, that I assumed it would be like the other two meetings we’ve had (second paragraph), and that many of the things he’s done had crossed lines for me and made me feel uncomfortable in my house.
She says to give her a minute and she'll take care of it. I return to the kitchen and he’s changing clothes. He brought all his clean laundry in a suitcase and was cycling through outfits, asking my wife what she thought of each. I later told my wife that was extremely weird to me, especially since she went out there with the intent to tell him to tone it down. She said the alternative was that she and he go into the bathroom while he changes.
Fast forward, they leave to go on their date. I stay busy the rest of the day and can’t get a hold of my wife from noon to midnight. I go to bed, having asked her to check in 3 times. Called her, and no response. At 4 am she woke me up to ask if he could spend the night because they had been out until 3:30 am and it was an hour drive back to his house.
I said no because we had planned a full day just us for the next day. My wife went out to talk to him, then came back and said he was too tired to drive and asked me to reconsider. I’m barely awake, so I begrudgingly say fine. My wife promises not to stay out so late again and we go to bed. Boyfriend sleeps in the guest room.
My wife and I had planned to go to breakfast but had to put a pause on that because the boyfriend hadn’t woken up by 10am. I say we can get drive thru breakfast and my wife sends me out alone because she doesn’t want him to wake up in the house by himself. She tells me he’ll be gone by the time I get back.
At 10:45 I get home and he's still there. My wife comes down and makes him coffee because we didn’t get him anything… because he was supposed to be gone already. I told my wife point blank I wanted him to leave because this was our day together and we had already had to change plans because of him. She said that would be rude and that we still had the whole rest of the day just us. He ended up staying until noon. He didn’t say a word to me as he sat at the table drinking coffee and htne fist-bumped me goodbye.
When he finally left, my wife asked how I thought it went. I expressed everything I described here. Told her his personality made me uncomfortable, he ignored me, made me feel like a guest in my house, I didn’t appreciate him spending the night, etc etc etc.
My wife said, “Thank you for being honest. I don’t know how to respond to your concerns. It’s important to me that you like him. I need to think about this.” And shut the conversation down for now so we could focus on our planned day.
I don’t know how to handle all this. I do not like this man.
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2023.05.30 21:33 R0kkit01 9 years gone wasted on her

My story is quite long. I have been with my gf for about 9 years and I support her 100% financially. She quit working as soon as we moved in together so I had to support her. She also has a 20 year old daughter that lives with us that I also support.
It started when I went to visit my parents for Christmas. She didn’t want to come so I went alone. My parents live on the east coast and I’m currently on the west coast. So she told me she’s going to go to a cabin on Boxing Day with her friends and their kids. I thought this was a little suspicious that she was leaving her daughter on the day after Christmas but I didn’t say anything. When she got the I asked her to send me photos but she was barely texting me and wouldn’t answer my phone calls unless she was outside.
How I found out she was lying was that I knew she had a guy friend that she played an online game with and I knew where he lived. We knew each other’s passwords on everything so I checked find my iPhone and she was in his town and not where she said. I called her right away and told her that I knew where she was and I want her to tell me. She kept lying saying she was at the cabin with her friends. Finally I said to her that I know you’re with him and I want you to admit it. She did admit it but said that they’re just friends. So why lie about it.
Things were horrible when we both got back home. I said if you want us to still be together then he has to go. No more gaming with him or chatting. She didn’t agree with this and kept gaming with him. So things were awful. No sex or affection at all between us at all.
Fast forward to about a month and half later. I had to go out of town for work and would be gone for a few weeks. Still at this point she had no idea how I found out where she was. The day after I left she called and told me was at her best friends house about 30 minutes from our house but I was looking at the find my iPhone app again and she was at an airport close to that guys town. I called her right away and told her we were done. She lied and lied before she finally told me she’s with him again. But she said they’re just friends. I hung up on her and she immediately called me back over and over and started texting me. So I answered the phone and said we’d talk things over when we both got back home. I had no intention of talking about anything with her. I lied this time.
When I got back home she was already there I told her that I was very upset and confused and needed sometime to think. She was trying to hug and kiss me but I wasn’t having it. I packed up all my clothes, movies, video games and computer and stayed with my brother for a couple weeks while I was looking for an apartment. As soon as I got my apartment keys. I blocked her and all her family and ghosted her. Only saw her once after that at a local grocery store where she cornered me and asked me to unblock her and that we needed to talk. She followed me around and wouldn’t leave me alone until I exploded and shouted that I can’t talk to you because you cheated on me and she looked so embarrassed and walked away from me.
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2023.05.30 21:28 VendoraGay Knock, knock. 🚪(Non Image POV,,, mmmmhm) 🚪

( This POV contains sensitive topics. )
•° POV °•
{{ Monday, afternoon. [Redacted school name]. }}
A newbie arrived. She was dressed in fancy feminine clothing, hair delicately tied up with pigtails, a pearly white smile, and a gleam in her turquoise blue eyes.
Teacher introduced us to her, she'll be with us the rest of the school year, they say. She had not came in during morning for her nerves I've overheard, funny that coming from the daughter of a rich man. Yes, this young lady was non other than Cindy, daughter of Johnny, owner of Johnny's Toy factory.
Her daddy's rich as all knows, and has the confidence of a lion. And equipped with a very punchable face, but surprisingly almost everyone has an admiration for his caricature, like he's got them wrapped round his boney finger.
Eugh,, to think of him makes me sick. This little girly doesn't know how good she's got it, has she come in here to a 'peasant' school to taunt us? Well, I'm going to teach her a lesson or two that's for sure. My pals seem to have an agreement.
So it was settled, later in the school day, you'd corner her at the lockers. And tell her, no. Show her. How you feel about her pretty pigtails..
{{ Monday, nighttime. [Your home]. }}
School concluded, finally now I'm home. Although this was not the worse day, nor boring. I had a fun time with pals picking on that little petite princess. Now I can rest easy, knowing she weeps tonight.
Now before I nod off, I feel deserving of a treat, it feels fitting and I'm hungry. But after that I'm off to bed. As while the day was interesting, it still tuckered me out.
You opened the fridge, then after you poured yourself a cup of milk, you search for something eat alongside it. But during your search you heard a noise.
Knock, knock.
Shifting your head to look over the fridge, you gaze past the kitchen entryway.
What was that sound?
•° RULES °•
(Sorry it's short nearing the end of the description,,,,--)
(POV reads from your perspective in some areas!! That's why it's written like that.)
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2023.05.30 21:19 Life_Relationship_77 Endgame Part 2: These can't be mere cohencidences. Icahn see big positive news in the coming few days.

Endgame Part 2: These can't be mere cohencidences. Icahn see big positive news in the coming few days.
In my previous post I presented some DD on why it is in the business interest of any entity or group taking over BB&B as part of Chapter 11 reorganization to let ownership in the successor entity be shared amongst pre-petition shareholders and creditors by letting them own stock, so that, per IRC §382(l)(5), they are allowed to carry-over the Federal Net Operating Loss and Federal Tax Credits and thereby save billions in tax liability going forward. I also explained my thesis in the post about why I believe our potential white knights RC, Icahn are executing a strategy of Buy Buy Baby spinoff along with a takeover of the company by a majority (>50% stake) shareholder or a group of affiliated shareholders, who own majority stake after conversion of outstanding bond debt into equity or alternatively, conversion of bond debt into a combination of secured and convertible notes. I now have more circumstantial evidence of Icahn possibly holding BBBYQ bonds and mounting a takeover strategy via conversion of outstanding bond debt into equity, from the background of lawyers representing the Official Committee of Unsecured Creditors, to accommodate whom the hearing date was adjourned from May 16 to May 31. I explain this in the following paragraphs. Also, Schedule 1 starting on page 5 of CH11 court docket 456: NOTICE OF LEASE AUCTION AND POTENTIAL LEASE SALE HEARING does not include any distribution center in the list of locations whose lease is up for auction and potential sale, which supports the thesis that I discussed in my previous post that potential buyers are interested in acquiring BBBYQ assets to develop into an Amazon competitor where existing contracts with Ryder Integrated Logistics for running the distribution centers that were signed before inflation ramped up are considered important assets. Also, CNBC is now going to air a documentary on Ryan Cohen on June 6 (1 day before the June 7 auction date), where Larry Cheng's CNBC interview conducted in Volition Capital's office back on Feb 7 (1 day after the equity funding deal with HBC) will likely feature. So, I can definitely see things ramping up from M&A perspective in the coming few days, considering the court hearing tomorrow (the hearing for just one of the motions was postponed to June 6, rest are still on for tomorrow, per the agenda filed in the docket just now) and the stalking horse deadline, the day after.
As can be seen in the screenshot below, per the latest update to the motion related to Procedures For Transfers Of Common Stock And Preferred Stock, filed yesterday in docket 490, proposed counsel to the Official Committee of Unsecured Creditors were added to the notification service list for "Declaration of Status as a Substantial Shareholder". In the following paragraphs I show how the lawyers Robert J. Feinstein, Robert K. Malone, Brett S. Theisen, who are in the attention list per the above procedures and another lawyer Beth E Levine, also representing the Official Committee of Unsecured Creditors for whom an application for court appearance was recently filed have past experience litigating cases where Carl Icahn was involved and they likely represented his interest for those cases.

Docket 490: Changes In Procedures For Transfers Of Common Stock And Preferred Stock
Below are snippets from Robert J. Feinstein's and Beth E Levine's PSJZLAW profiles, which state that they were involved in Dana Corporation's Chapter 11 case, where Carl Icahn had built up a large debt stake (likely via bonds acquisition) as reported by WSJ and Law360 and where negotiations with the Official Committee of Unsecured Creditors (which would include bondholders) were instrumental for a successful reorganization plan, as reported by Jones Day.

Robert J. Feinstein CH11 experience For Dana Corp

Beth E. Levine CH11 Experience For Dana Corp
Below is a snippet from Robert K. Malone's Gibbons P.C. Profile, which shows that he had represented Creditors at TWA and from his LinkedIn Profile it appears that he did this while working for Gibbons P.C. between 1986-88 when Carl Icahn was running TWA and he also took TWA private during that time by taking on additional debt from Creditors.
Robert K. Malone's TWA experience
Below is a snippet from Brett S. Theisen's Gibbon's P.C. profile, which shows that he represented the official committee of unsecured creditors (which included bondholders) for the CH11 reorganization for Trump Entertainment Resorts, where although Icahn lost the takeover bid, but collected $125 million of the $225 million bondholders put up to finance the bankruptcy emergence.

Brett S. Theisen's Trump Entertainment Resorts CH11 experience
  1. 4 lawyers representing the Official Committee of Unsecured Creditors have likely represented Carl Icahn's interests in past CH11 reorganization and Creditor financing.
  2. Also, Schedule 1 starting on page 5 of CH11 court docket 456: NOTICE OF LEASE AUCTION AND POTENTIAL LEASE SALE HEARING does not include any distribution center in the list of locations whose lease is up for auction and potential sale, which supports the thesis that I discussed in my previous post that potential buyers are interested in acquiring BBBYQ assets to develop into an Amazon competitor where existing contracts with Ryder Integrated Logistics for running the distribution centers that were signed before inflation ramped up are considered important assets.
  3. Also, CNBC is now going to air a documentary on Ryan Cohen on June 6 (1 day before the June 7 auction date), where Larry Cheng's CNBC interview conducted in Volition Capital's office back on Feb 7 (1 day after the equity funding deal with HBC) will likely feature.
  4. So, I can see big potential M&A related news in the coming days, possibly with Icahn's bond debt stake and maybe even shareholder stake being revealed, considering the court hearing tomorrow and either he or RC may possibly revealed as the stalking horse bidder after (the company has 2 business days to reveal the stalking horse bidder via stalking horse notice filing, after an agreement is reached) the stalking horse deadline, the day after.
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2023.05.30 21:11 AIMBOT_BOB I went to Rosewood Prison today looking for weights so i can get the gains over winter, I think the following screenshots explain how that went...

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2023.05.30 21:09 pandora_hex Got first pc and want game. Have questions.

Love the look of the characters and world's or places. Just want to know,
Is all the story there? Are bits missing or cut out after updates. I tried WoW at my friends and had no idea what was going on or why I was a champion.
Is getting into dungeons ok, do I need to find people to do it or else can I not continue the story without getting into the dungeon?
Are a lot of clothes in game or are they from a real money store, or missed from events?
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