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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Request: y/n & harry go to a bar and someone from harrys office flirts with her and he gets jealous

Work parties were never very exciting, so when Y/n and Harry had a combined company benefit party at one of the upscale lounges in London she was hardly excited. Her publicist had decided it would be good to do it together to get more hype and press on it by proving even though their companies split years prior there was ‘no bad blood’. She only agreed because some of the profits were going to different charities and that gave her the stamina to stick out a work event, and well free booze was a plus.

She had just enough time to make a pitstop home to change into a formal appropriate cocktail dress, pumps and fixed her hair before making her way towards the bar. Upon arrival she could already hear Harry’s distinct fake laugh, her eyes rolling automatically knowing he was cheesing up to some rich beneficiary to milk as much cash out of them as he could. She headed straight to the bar, ordering a vodka soda with lime deciding she’d need a little help getting through the night If she’d be trapped with that prick in such an enclosed space.

After two vodka sodas she was feeling a good buzz, good enough that her uptight nature seemed to unravel enough for her to entertain the gentlemen who decided to start talking to her, joining her at the bar. He wasn’t too bad looking, typical business man look with a crisp suit and hair styled with some sort of product that made it stiff. He was well groomed and she had recognized him as one of Harry’s employees. Mark was his name, and as long as he kept her drinks coming, she was more than willing to keep chatting with the man. Seemed like a good trade to her, booze for flirting- a win-win for both parties.

“How old are yeh doll?” the man was giving her the typical flirty eyes, she’d typically cringe at how thick this guy was laying it on already but she was too tipsy to care. “ ‘m 23, you?” the man had a sly smirk on his face at that, rubbing his chin slightly before taking a sip of his whiskey. “I’m 46, props to you fo’ havin’ such a big company at your age. I was just getting’ coffee for asshole bosses when I was your age. A business woman is sexy you know? You like older men hun?” his game was truly weak, almost embarrassingly so for someone of his age. She questioned if he could be a 40-year-old virgin, or he was just a terrible flirt. Yet she answered truthfully, not caring much since she’d likely never see this bloke again. “Depends, been with ‘em before but it’s not a preference or anything.”

His eyes flicked over the expanse of her body, his smirk not dropping at her answer as he licked over his lips. “Oldest you’ve been with?” his question made her roll her eyes starting to get a little tired of him now, knowing full well he just wanted to bang her which wasn’t going to happen. “I don’t kiss and tell Marcus.”

The pair weren’t aware of the irritated glare that was watching their every move, reading their lips from across the room as they talked. Harry was the peeping tom in question, staring the two adults down with a strange feeling in his gut and a tingle in his palms- like he wanted to punch his employee but- why? It’s not like he had any real reason to, but still a flare of…jealousy crawled up his spine and burrowed inside the ripples of his brain. He had been in this position before, when him and the girl were younger and he’d see her makeout with another guy or her boyfriend of the time or when he’d hear them fucking in a neighboring room while a young Harry grew overly irritated at the fact someone else was feeling what he’d felt before. He was being immature he knew that, but he didn’t care as he marched over to the pair acting casual despite his mood when he leaned against the dark wood of the polished bar.

Harry rubbed his pointer finger over the wood, collecting a small amount of dust on the digit before tapping his knuckles on the wood getting the attention of the bar tender and the pair he’d been practically stalking since he noticed them together. “Gin and tonic please, love and another one of whatever Y/n had. Put it on my tab, thank yeh” he was always a polite guy, his mother truly raised him well in that aspect and it was refreshing for Y/n to hear the man talking to someone kindly instead of the usual bickering they partake in.

Y/n turned to him on her swiveling barstool, giving him a tipsy soft smile and nod in acknowledgement not noticing the side eye he was giving the man on the other side of her. “Hello Harold” she greeted him using the name she knew got on his nerves, his name was simply Harry yet everyone assumed it was a shortened version of the rather old-fashioned name typically tied to it. Yet, he didn’t bother getting irritated or retorting with something annoying no- his focus was more on the man he had an itch to fire at the moment. He managed to keep his professional nature regardless, “Evening love, hello Marcus what are you lot talkin’ about?” Y/n was more confused on the pet name he’d used towards her than about the harsh gaze he was sending toward the man on her left.

Mark seemed to sense the animosity, knowing his bosses irritated look very well. He opted to respond to his employer with an awkward chuckle a shrug added to it, “Nothin’ much, business and such. Was admiring how she’s runnin’ a company so young just like you. Would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit jealous.” His free hand went up to scratch the back of his neck, sipping his drink to have a way to cover his nervous lips whilst Harry stared him down. Y/n was honestly a bit amused at the situation at hand, wishing she had some popcorn to go with her fifth vodka soda to enjoy the little testosterone standoff happening. She’s seen Harry get like this a couple times, so she shamelessly added fuel to the fire.

“Yea, and askin’ me if I like older men then following that up with askin’ the oldest man I’ve slept with. It’s been a very professional conversation H, no need to worry.” She knew exactly what she was doing, and she got the reaction she wanted when Mark nervously fiddled with his tie and Harry’s jaw clenched, the action still noticeable in the dim lighting. Y/n was tempted to laugh at the surge of tension she had just created, opting instead to sip her drink as she waited for what was to come next.

Harry straightened himself up, turning to look at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Oh really? That hardly seems appropriate for a work event.” Harry was trying his best not to show the possessive feelings he was having, rather opting for a reprimanding boss act to fit the occasion. “erm…uh was just some casual banter Mister Styles. Might have had one too many, wasn’t using my best judgement…I apologize Y/n” he was rushing his words, obviously anxious to escape the confrontation which Y/n found even funnier. Harry gave the man a curt dismissal with a request to see him in his office on Monday, and in true Y/n fashion she decided to add a second dose of fuel to the fire- calling out to the fleeing man- “The oldest was 54 by the way!” this of course made Mark scurry away faster and Harry lower his gaze to the woman before him with a irritated yet quizzical look.

“54?” his tongue darted out to lick over his lips, a sting of gin hitting the tip of his tongue from the drop lingering on his bottom lip. Y/n shrugged, crunching a rouge ice cube between her back molars while she nodded. “Vegas, tequila, he had major sugar daddy vibes and 19-year-old me was into it.” Y/n was always rather shameless when it came to sex, she’s been sexually active for the majority of her life so the shyness of talking about it left her long ago. Harry snorted slightly, shaking his head with an amused grin at the girl. “Naughty! you’re somethin’ else Y/n. I’m gonna tell your dad.”

“I don’t think his heart could take it, he did an awful lot of blow back in the day so I’d appreciate it if yeh didn’t do that sir.” She rolled her eyes, taking a subtle jab at her less than respectable antics of her filthy rich father. “Seems like you were doing an awful lot of a different version of blow to me.” the man smirked at his own joke getting a light slap on his bicep in return. “Shut up, I haven’t forgotten when you got gonorrhea when you were 18. You’re just as bad as me.” Y/n poked his ribs making Harry groan at the memory, “I got that treated you asshole. I’ve learned to wrap it before I tap it since then and be selective with what I put my dick in now. For the record, all my std tests have come back clean since so fuck you.”

Y/n gave him an innocent smile back, resting her cheek on her fist. “Is that an offer?”

The response wasn’t one Harry was expecting. Not by a long shot, he hasn’t been inside her in a little over a year so her response to his jab took him by surprise. His eyes immediately met hers, finding a curious glance coming from her orbs. Setting down his glass the man turned towards her, facing her completely before responding.

“If you want it to be.”

Y/n smiled at him, standing up from her stool to get closer to the man pulling him down by his collar to talk in his ear. “Your place or mine?”

After a painful ten-minute taxi ride, they’d made it to Harrys home. They were well aware of looming neighbors and press so they kept it professional till they were inside the four walls of the mansion- rushing up to his bedroom like two teenagers scared of getting caught. Anxious rushing of feet up the stairs hands struggling to stay to themselves on the way to the king-sized bed waiting for them.

After what seemed like forever, the pair burst into Harry’s bedroom the door hitting the wall with a loud bang as the man lurched forward to smash his lips against hers. It was frantic, sloppy and rough- it was fucking hot.

“you drive me up the fuckin’ wall you know that?” His voice was gruff, heavy with lust and jealous rage. Shoving the woman onto his bed with little care, he knew she liked it rough. A fact confirmed to him after he’d seen the rather violent bdsm porn she had saved to her computer and the various sex toys-including restraints, collars and clamps in a box in her closet 2 years ago when she moved into her current home and forced him to help her put everything away.

Y/n let out a small gasp when her body flew onto the mattress, kicking her heels off after she had settled with a smirk painted on her pretty lips. “Do i?” her tone way teasing, hands moving to unzip her dress while the man moved to stand before her yanking the fabric down her body to leave her in only a silk bra and matching thong, his eyes shamelessly taking in the sight of her body- intimate parts only covered with think sections of emerald green silk fabric.

“Ya know I didn’t appreciate you tellin’ that bloke about other men fuckin’ you, was rather impolite y/n.” Harry gave her a stone cold glare whilst tugging his belt out of the loops of his dress pants, tossing it carelessly behind him as the woman dove forward to work the button and zipper of his trousers undone. “Why? You jealous? Are you jealous because I let other men and women fuck me? Are you mad that you never get to taste me, fuck me and cum with me like they do?”

Y/n’s comments were soon cut off by a ring clad hand wrapped itself around her neck with enough pressure to stall her speech. “You never know when to shut the fuck up huh? We both know full well, no one can fuck yeh the way I do. Now, are you gonna quit your blabbering so I can fuck yeh or do I have to shove this skimpy excuse for underwear down that gabby throat? Hmm? Because I like to hear your dirty moans but I’m not a fan of this snarky mouth baby. Are you going to behave or shall I go have a wank instead?”

The pitiful whine accompanied by a pout coming from the woman made Harry’s cock twitch, she was so desperate for it and he had her right where he wanted her. He soon felt her hands pawing at his crotch, tugging the material of his tight dress pants down his legs before returning to pull his cock from the flap in the front of his boxers. It had been entirely too long since he’d held her small soft hands on his prick, watching with baited breath as her right hand moved to rid herself of the sorry excuse for undergarments she had on.

“Want it in, H please”

He obviously couldn’t say no to that, not when she was giving him those eyes and leaning back to show the web of wetness dripping from her slit onto the sheets below her snapping when she swiped her finger through it to rub on his already leaking tip. She had his head swimming, chest heaving and balls pulsing with every move she made.

The man tossed her body further up the bed, getting between her legs giving her no warning as he sunk completely in. The pressure and harshness of the thrust took her breath away, an overwhelming fullness almost uncomfortable as he gave her no time to adjust before driving into her beautiful body. The sound of her wetness clicking when coming in contact with his hips and filthy groans of pleasure filled the space, the slapping of skin harsh in their ears with every nailing of his pelvis into hers.

“This what yeh needed? No one else fucks yeh so good you can’t breathe do they? Got your face goin’ almost purple, feel my cock in your chest don’t you baby?”

His words were filthy, yet held truth. He pulled halfway out to give her a chance to take a few breaths, the dark redness of her oxygen starved face starting to fade to a flustered pink before he continued his rough ramming. Her nails pierced the skin of his tattooed arms, screams of pleasure rawing her throat when she felt her orgasm about to reach it’s peak.

“Holy fuck!”

Her exclamation was loud, filthy and drenched in sultry bliss as the knot in her stomach unraveled. She tried desperately to climb away from his hammering hips, the stimulation making her entire body feel like it was screaming yet his hands kept her pinned to the bed fucking her relentlessly through her orgasm.

“Fuckin’ hell! Cummin’ hard huh? No one else can make you cum like this, say it. Tell me baby, admit it”

His teeth were clenched painfully tight as he spoke, Y/n struggling to get her words out with the surge of feeling rushing through her nerves managing to ramble out the words almost incoherently.

“That’s fuckin’ right doll, only I can do this to yeh.”

Even with his body on fire, he held his cocky persona pounding into her a few more times until he jerked his hips out just in time to spill his seed onto her heaving stomach. Watching the ribbons of thick white cum paint her flushed sweaty skin, her body trembling from her orgasm violently while being painted with her ‘enemies’ hot cum.

The bed shook when Harry dropped down beside her, breathless and worn out. a proud smirk painted on his sweaty red face when he turned to the woman who was looking at him already struggling to remember how to breathe. Placing a smacking kiss to her swollen lips, a strong arm tugging her into his sticky side.

For the first time in a long time, they felt content in each other’s grasp. Making them both silently wonder if these feelings weren’t just lust, but something else entirely.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Tuesday 4 July 1837

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fine morning F65° at 9 10 – breakfast about 10 minutes or ¼ hour with A- before Mr. Gray came asked how she was middling I calmly said she could not be better going on in this way I was very sorry only wished her happiness would not wish her to stay here if she thought she could be happier anywhere but it was a serious thing in leaving here she left independence and I thought almost every comfort she cried but did not speak as she had evidently done her breakfast I begged she would not stay unless she liked it and she was just gone before Mr. Gray came – sat talking to Mr. Gray about furnishing the hotel – he very knowing about beds and furniture in general – particularly about feathers – should buy the tick and weigh it than put in as many feathers as required and weigh the bed and pay for the feathers per lb. 1/6 per lb. for the best Dantzic – well dessed by the feather merchant – will ¼ weight or 6lbs. out of 20 in dressing – feathers called 1st and 2nd

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grays – 2nd grays as good as the 1st but the 1st a better colour, that is, white – feathers should be well stoved (in a large iron room (oven) with sulphur) on apt to smell putrid – sat talking till 10 1/3 when Holt came and Wood the engineer Grays’ brother in law an upholster did not wish me to name this to Mr. Harper or the head designed for upholsterers some allow their designers ssix guineas a week – had H- in the little room with the great plan before us – it will be difficult for Messrs. Stocks and c° to carry off the Spiggs water – talked over Mr. Rawson’s low bed sough or loose, and staith at the bottom of the Bank – H- would rather give him a thousand pounds than miss it – Mr. Pollett came at last after 11 Mr. Harper came and finding H- with me I left them a little while together and while the 4 men were together I came upstairs – copied the plan of Lower brea by SW- dated 21 January and lent to me by Mr. George R- sometime back – Mr. Harper sent for me – gave him Bates’ estates – Wood throws blame on Mr. Husband – sent off John Booth immediately for Mr. Husband and with a line or 2 in pencil to ‘Messrs. Parker and Adam solicitors H-x’ to ask either of them to be here at 8 this evening to meet Mr. Harper and told John to let Holt the engineer know Mr. Harper was here – went into the cellar – looking over papers of one sort or other and wrote the above of today till now 1 ½ - a little while ago the H-x paper came and a civil letter from Mr. Harper’s brother the solicitor at York to say his brother had not received my letter but he (Mr. Edward H- the solicitor) had written to inform him of there being such letter – H-x letter queer looking address to me or A- one or both informing me or her that Francis Carter had let his house for lodgings to a man who pottered the whole street and begging ‘pase’ peace, I suppose – went down to A- she said she had written to her sister and after telling the contents gave me the copy of her letter to read little Mary and Hannah to go next Friday week A- said she had asked for Crownest thought of going to Scotland for three weeks and asked me to let George go with her as far as Edinburgh she should order furniture in Leeds in going at Kendells’ of course I thought all arranged well then said I it is done I can only hope you will be happy I supposed there was an explanation to her sister and said am glad you have written for if you had not I should I am satisfied this is the best way you could have managed the matter I was not a little surprised to find the letter so expressed that that Mrs. S- would suppose A- wanted part of Crownest for some friend no hint at her going to Scotland nothing that as at explanatory or that could not easily be got over it might have been done to try me I saw this and laughed in my sleeve but said nothing and went to Mr. Harper a little while with Mr. Harper – he had sent for me vid. line 12 of this page to say Wood the engineer said he had never seen the plan of the wheel as amended by Mr. Husband and approved at York – I had sent off John Booth to H-x immediately for Mr. Husband and Messrs. Pollett and Wood were detained till he came – he proved that Mr. Wood had seen the plan and had it in his possession some weeks and it being referred to in the estate Mr. Harper took Mr. Husbandds’ copy of the plan and signed it, and insisted on the contract being adhere to – he agreed to my agreement for the pen-trough etc and allowed extra £6 for the back shuttle omitted! in the last estate – H- said he was glad to settle the matter on these terms – afraid of their setting aside the contract, and then he could not tell what I should have to pay (some hundred) for useless weight of iron – they would now lose £30 or £40 by it – He had bound them down to a month for having all done – but they were to make all possible exertion to get the pumps going in a fortnight from this time –Mr. Husband to be finally settled with tomorrow – a clerk of the works would be wanted for 2 months longer – I begged Blythe might have the place – H- had named it to him and he begged to consider about it – it was now about 21/4 – went back to A- who left me for ¼ hour while I saw Mr. Jubb in the north parlour and sat with her till she rode off to Cliff Hill about 3 ½ - began by hoping her going to Scotland would do her good she did not know that she should go said I had always thought she had better not go there without me and that she had better make a very different journey and go with me to Rotterdam etc etc I quizzed her a little and I think she was not sorry to get right again when she said we had been unhappy of late no no said I not we I know nothing about it and you have been more unhappy in your stomach than in your heart – told A- I had asked Mr. Jubb (who called about 2 ¼) what he thought would be good for her; and I much wished she would be persuaded to take what he recommended (blue pill at night and effervescing draught in the morning) out again about 3 ½ - about with Mawson at the hay barn road thro’ the wood – (A- took back to Lower brea this afternoon the plan of the Lower brea land I rough copied this morning) sometime with Mawson settling about the hay barn road – the 3 men he has now at the meer barrowing stuff (ornament stuff) to the by wash not enough for so long a run as from near the hut (on the other side) and to be taken off tomorrow to form the hay barn thro’ the wood at 4/. per rood – at the meer about 5 – full nearly within 2 or 3 in. up to the by wash so as to run over – stood musing and watching the 3 men till 6 – came in at 6 10 – dinner at 6 ¼ Mr. Harper (1st time) dined with us he having to stay till 8 to meet Mr. Parker respecting advertising and letting the Northgate hotel –sat at table about 1 ½ hour – Mr. Harper explained defect in Fowlers’ Hungford market roof (the tie-beams supported by iron rods the iron rods too slender to be of any use as spurs) and said that turning to his papers the other day reminded him of professor Morris of Cambridge shewing that the Menai bridge was wrong in principle the curve ab should = bc and equilibrium is the principle of a suspension bridge .:. ed should = cd which is not the case

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but Telford was the inventor of the suspension principle and was thinking too much of the invention to work it out right – Professor Airie had observed at the 1st (in his lectures) that there was an error in the mathematical construction but left his pupils to find it out – had not courage to explain – Captain Brwon saw the error and built Hammersmith bridge over the Thames right – Vauxhall bridge would tumble but for the smartness of the span of the arches – the famous bridge over the Doria at Turin (vid. last and 1st numero of the Transactions of the engineers) tumbling down – too little allowed by government for the school of drawing (architectural drawing) £250 per annum – one or 2 necessary works would cost the whole EG. Piranesis’ antiquities of Rome – could not be bought perfect for less than £100 in Rome – and duty 1d. per plate – it would cost from £100 to £150 – the celebrated German work (published at Berlin and just complete) on ornament = £30 guineas English money at Berlin – Mr. Parker came at 8 – left him with Mr. Harper about ½ hour – then had all in to tea and coffee at 8 ½ - A- had talked more than usual at dinner – joined in the conversation con spirit, and ditto ditto at tea – spoke very decidedly against Mr. Carrs’ having the hotel – to be advertised immediately – in the London Times and Morning Herald – 2 H-x papers Leeds mercury Liverpool ditto Manchester Guardian Yorkshire Gazette and Edinburgh North British advertiser = 9 papers – Mr. Harper said he had told Mr. Parker what it should let for to remunerate me (which seemed to be £450) – H- thought 5pc. enough on building! and had evidently reckoned 5pc on £7000 + £3000 as value of the old house and land taken – yet he afterwards seemed to eat up his words a little so as to mean 5pc. clear and 2pc. to be laid by for repairs – but £450 rent = 5pc. on £1000 without anything to lay by for repairs – However he said I had better turn it to something else than little it for less than £300 a year – Mr. P- thought Carr should have it for less than anybody else – why said I, should he have Northgate for a hundred a year less than he now pays for the White Swan? the absurdity struck P- and he agreed that he ought not to pay less than £400 – but to ask £500 – he from the 1st moment mentioned furniture – I agreed that if required I would find all but plate, china, linen, and culinary things – I think there was a 5th exception but I forget what – what pc. to be paid on the furniture? put it to the vote all round A- and Mr. Harper said 10 Mr. Gray 15 Mr. P- 20pc. and would not take less – H- thought £2000 would do all required of me – term to be 5 years – security for the rent from 1 September next – Blythe considered to accept the place of clerk of the works – P- took me aside into the little parlour and gave me back my bond of 1835 to Mr. William Wainhouse for £1000 – it was 10 ½ before Messrs. P- and H- went away – raining then

Mawson having the mowing and hay making and housing at 13/. per DW- he finding all beer cut the grass growing on the intend Incline platform at the top of the bank – yesterday afternoon and mowed the wheat field today – he pays for 7DW. mowing advised by J. Booth

Robert Mann + 5 at the new pool a little while in the morning then the rest of the day throwing up on the east side the soil of the back Lodge road near the top – 3 of Mawsons’ men at the meer barrowing stuff from near the hut to by-wash ornament – 2 masons at the new door into the kitchen – Edward at the laundry drying closet - [?] of the old garden wall near the west yew tree taken down for bricks for the laundry chimney – fine day raining at 10 ½ pm F55° at 11 10 pm

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puroresu-musings · 4 years

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NJPW SUMMER STRUGGLE in JINGU Review (August 29th, 2020, Tokyo, Jingu Stadium)

Master Wato vs. Yoshinobu Kanemaru **1/4

KOPW 2020 Decision Match: Kazuchika Okada vs. SANADA vs. Toru Yano vs. El Desperado **3/4

NEVER Openweight Championship Match: Shingo Takagi © vs. Minoru Suzuki ****1/2

IWGP Jr. Heavyweight Championship Match: Hiromu Takahashi © vs. Taiji Ishimori ****+

IWGP Tag Team Championship Match: Taichi & Zack Sabre Jr. © vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi & Kota Ibushi ****

IWGP Heavyweight & Intercontinental Double Championship Match: EVIL © vs. Tetsuya Naito ****

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* I tried to edit some minor things on my original post, but it was inexplicably deleted. Thankfully I had a version backed up, for some reason, so here it is posted anew.

This was a fun, brisk show (it clocked in at about 2 and a half hours) from a socially distanced crowd of around 5,000, that delivered a few great matches. On the whole everything felt a bit short, especially the first two matches that were both sprinted through in 7 minutes. Yoshinobu Kanemaru countered an RPP attempt into a cradle to pin Master Wato in an opener that was marred by a few noticeable botches, then Toru Yano very surprisingly pinned Okada to be the inaugural KOPW trophy holder. The finish came when Okada had Despy in the Cobra Clutch, but Yano rolled in, hit a low blow on his CHAOS stablemate, then School Boy’d him for the win. This was fun, but at 7:01, it was much too short to be anything other than “just there”. Things really picked up in match 3 as Shingo Takagi, who has been one of the (if not the) standout workers of 2020, defending his NEVER title against grouchy psychopath Minoru Suzuki. This was the best match on the show, and these guys pummelled each other in the blistering August sun. Special mention must go to Suzuki’s facials in this, which were tremendous. Shingo managed to escape a rear naked choke and nailed a Death valley Bomb, then hit Made In Japan for a near fall. Suzuki escaped a Last Of The Dragon attempt and hit a headbutt to the back of Takagi’s head. Shingo came off the ropes for a Pumping Bomber, but Suzuki nailed him with his big dropkick. They exchanged stiff forearms and Lariats, before Suzuki hit a shoot headbutt, and locked in the choke again. He let go and hit the Gotch Style Piledriver to win his second NEVER championship at the 14:56 mark.

The Jr. Title Match that followed had a lot riding on its shoulders. Firstly, Hiromu is nursing a separated shoulder, so he was limited in what he could do, and Ishimori hasn’t looked like his old self since injuring his neck in last years BOSJ, so whilst this was a really great match, it was nowhere in the same league as their classic 2018 BOSJ final. Bone Soldier worked over Hiromu’s injured shoulder, ramming it into the ring post after hitting a Moonsault to the floor, and trying for the Yes Lock. Takahashi made a comeback by hitting a dropkick off the apron, then went for a German into the buckles, but Taiji countered into a reverse Frankensteiner. Hiromu popped up and hit the German into the corner anyway, then got a near fall with Dynamite Plunger. They traded German’s which resulted in both guys landing square on top of their respective heads. I’ve no idea what they were thinking here, unless the plan was to flip out onto their feet, but neither made it properly. Takahashi tried the “D” triangle choke, but Ishimori tried to power him up into a powerbomb, nearly dropped him, then hit a buckle bomb which Hiromu took head first in frightening fashion. Hiromu battled back with a big Lariat, hit the Death Valley Bomb into the corner, then hit Time Bomb for a great near fall. He tried Time Bomb II, but Ishimori escaped and hit a reverse Bloody Cross, which looked terrifying, then locked in the Yes Lock again. Hiromu fought valiantly, but Ishimori turned it into a Border City Stretch he’s calling the Bone Lock, and Takahashi had to tap at 13:30. An interesting title switch here, but realistically, there are no fresh challengers for Hiromu at this point (or anyone really), and he’s probably going to factor into the G1, so it makes sense. And I know that I sound like an old fuddy-duddy here, but Hiromu needs to stop taking these bumps onto his head and neck. He only returned from a serious, potentially career-ending neck injury in December, and by August he’s needing to take time off again.

The Tag Title bout was an excellent match. It went 16 minutes so didn’t stay in the doldrums for the first half, like their half hour Dominion outing, and was essentially all action. The beginning was just as you’d expect; the heels worked over Tana’s destroyed knees, and he sold and sold. However, he made the hot tag to Ibushi, who ran wild like a man possessed, hitting stiff kicks, a standing moonsault and standing shooting star. He traded more hard kicks with Taichi, with both guys hitting a double headkick on each other for the double down. Zack was sporting a taped up knee, so Tanahashi zeroed in on it after escaping a Brakes Arm Bar, hitting Dragon Screws, including the babyfaces hitting the assisted version they’ve been devastating Tanahashi with all summer. After Ibushi kicked the Iron Fingers From Hell off Taichi’s hand, it came down to Tana and ZSJ again. The Ace hit a standing HFF, then went up for another, but Sabre moved and he ate canvas. Taichi again hit the ring and the champions hit the double team Black Mephisto that they’re calling Zack Mephisto (very clever), to retain the titles. I honestly think it’s time Tana and Ibushi parted ways for the time being so Kota can figure into the main title picture again. He’s been in the tag scene ever since he lost at Wrestle Kingdom, and it feels like he’s lost a lot of momentum. As for the champions, I’m never going to pretend to like Taichi, but he does his job well here.

And in the main event, Tetsuya Naito sought revenge on EVIL and reclaim his Double Titles in another Dominion rematch. This was a hundred times better than their Osaka outing as the interference was kept to a minimum (well as minimum as interference gets nowadays) as they didn’t needlessly go 40 damn minutes this time. The story of this was both guys going after the others neck, with Naito hitting neckbreakers, and EVIL doing his chair around the head gimmick. The King Of Darkness tried Darkness Falls onto the apron, but Naito countered into a neckbreaker to the floor, then scored a near fall with a Frankensteiner off the top. EVIL sent Naito into the exposed turnbuckles and hit a massive suplerplex. He followed that up with Darkness Falls for 2, and countered a Naito Destino attempt with an eye rake. The prerequisite chicanery happened next as Dick Togo nailed Naito with a chair as EVIL held the ref. After a botched ref bump, EVIL just threw Red Shoes into the exposed buckles, which brought Togo back. He and EVIL nailed a Magic Killer on Naito, which (shock of all shocks) brought out BUSHI, who took Togo out with a dropkick. From here, Gedo came in and poked BUSHI in the eyes, and they brawled at ringside. Dick Togo used the garrotte on Naito, which caused SANADA to run out, hit dropkicks on EVIL and Togo, then wipe Togo out with a TKO, which the veteran took a great bump for. SANADA and BUSHI hit stereo Pescado’s, then dragged the interfering Bullet Clubbers to the back, leaving it one-on-one. Naito hit Destino, but EVIL kicked out. EVIL countered a second Destino attempt with a low blow, and hit a massive Lariat for a near fall. Naito blocked an attempt at another low blow, then hit Valentia (this is a much better finisher, in my opinion), then lifted him up and hit Destino to regain the belts at the 26:20 mark.

Naito cut a promo in the post match about over coming adversity, there was a fireworks display, and everyone went home happy. So the EVIL experiment is over, for the time being. I have absolutely no problem with them wanting to elevate EVIL, but it was more of the manner they were going about it which raised concerns with me. He really didn’t need to be out there doing the whole Bullet Club shenanigans, as they really don’t play to his strengths at all. Next up is the G1, which should be interesting. It doesn’t have the same sort of buzz around it for me this year (what could?), for obvious reasons, but I’m sure it’ll be a ton of fun.

NDT

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2020: The Year I Lost My Ass

Well, we reached the end of that toilet roll only to start another one, because that is what we do for as long as we are allowed to continue revolutions around the sun – we keep going.

2020 was a terrible year for so many. My brain is incapable of processing the number of losses suffered on a global scale. Be it jobs, security, rights, sanity, relationships or life. My brain is not just incapable of these calculations, it has plain refused to entertain those thoughts on behalf of my heart. My heart, that sensitive little blood pumping work horse who not once allows itself to stop. Thank goodness.

I don’t believe the majority of people are willing and able to bring themselves to fully comprehend what was lost in 2020.

Here is a list of a few more losses suffered last year:

- People lost their shit. And over the most ridiculous things like toilet paper, having to wear a mask to secure toilet paper and being held to the consequences resulting from not wearing a mask when asked to while attempting to purchase toilet paper. Pause for a moment and let that last sentence hang around in your mind. 2020 made that happen. I didn’t make it up! Recently I saw a news piece showing a man (40’s) lying down on the floor in a Costco to protest being asked to wear a mask. He spoke loudly, he beat his hands at his sides and wildly kicked his legs when an employee asked him to get up. Now, I am not judging for I too have participated in such behaviour MANY times. Granted I was three, but hey… some of us mature faster than others.

- People lost their damn minds. 2020 should be dubbed “The Year of The Karen”. For those of you not in the know about the Karen phenomenon, here is a description courtesy of Urban Dictionary:

“Karen is a pejorative term used in the United States and other English-speaking countries for a woman perceived as entitled or demanding beyond the scope of what is appropriate or necessary. A common stereotype is that of a white woman who uses her privilege to demand her own way at the expense of others.’

Basically, a Karen is a I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER type person (There is a male equivalent, but it seems no one can agree on the name… Chad, Terry, Kyle, Kevin, Steve). You can often find a Karen on her cellphone calling the police to report a black man who lives in her neighborhood, simply living his life in her neighbourhood. I didn’t make that up either.

More recently a Karen was videoed in a UPS store claiming that she didn’t have to wear a mask because that space was government property and not a private business. Would it be safe to say that most Karen types suffer from a lack of oxygen to their brain? Possibly. But that would involve science and Karen types DO NOT enjoy hard facts.

As always when I download my thoughts into reality, I must go within and search myself. Am I a Karen? My immediate answer is: no fucking way. I can honestly say I’ve never once asked to see a manager or called the police to report someone eating their lunch on a park bench. I do not enjoy confrontation. Unless there is a bully involved. Then I will drag that person to hell with me. I much prefer discussion over going straight to the ‘I triple dog dare you!’ approach to the world. (If you got that reference, you are my new favourite) Because that is who a Karen really is… someone who jumps right to the most extreme action in order to satisfy their need to be superior. Truly, we should feel sorry for these people because instead of engaging they’re raging. And how awful must their insides feel… always full of anger, fear and self doubt. I say instead of judging these Karen types or putting them on blast on social media, we should hug the shit out of them. Just grab them and squeeze as hard as you fucking can until they stop talking. Peaceful solutions my friends, peaceful solutions.

- Pets lost their faith in us. Children a close second. If you are a proud owner of a pet or a child, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

I’ve always operated under the notion that my cat loves it when I’m home and hates it when I leave. 2020 has taught me it might be the other way around. Because our animals are, well, animals we just believe our presence is the greatest gift in their lives. Remember when you were old enough to be left alone by your parents and once you had the taste of that kind of freedom, you just wanted more of it and couldn’t wait for them to go out? I feel it’s like that with our pets now. We might not think animals have a routine or preferences or enjoy some alone time, but we’d be wrong.

I think at first our pets were thrilled. If we are home more it means more time for prolonged petting, walks and the opportunity to ritualistically train us to respond to their caterwauls for more food and treats than normal. But then as the weeks of lockdown and working from home increased, so did our pets desire to kill us in our sleep.

I’m pretty sure my cat has asked me several times using her feline glare: “why the fuck won’t you just leave?”. It would be naïve of us to assume we don’t disrupt their day with our constant noise making and snacking and scotch drinking that leads to a good buzz that leads to showing too much affection to our pets. To the point where they run and hide when they see us coming. Please tell me I didn’t describe just my own experience.

There is such a thing as everything in moderation, we know this, so I think it can be applied here. People, get away from your pets. Give them the space you often desire from human beings. Because if you don’t, that random turd in your shoe could be pointing to a much larger, more alarming problem you’re about to encounter.

I had the absolute blessing of being able to assist in caring for and raising of my three nephews (12,9,6) for the last 11 years. So, when I say: ‘children are always watching us’, I feel I know what I’m talking about. I’ve been mimicked so often by these young boys that I’ve had to pause due to mortification. Children will hold you accountable without even knowing it. I’ve had some behaviours of mine corrected by a 5-year-old and let me tell you, it stings like hell.

As adults, when our world was thrown into turmoil because of Covid-19, we looked to our medical health professionals and our politicians for guidance. Basically, we searched for those who would lead us. The children – looked to us. And while many adults handled this responsibility the best they possibly could, many more failed miserably and displayed attitudes I can only describe as juvenile, damaging and pathetic. I suppose it doesn’t help if the people the adults are looking to for help are themselves - juvenile, damaging and pathetic.

When I say we still have not grasped just how much has been lost over the past year, I’m hinting at integrity, compassion and creditability. Three vital qualities you’d hope people want to instill into their children. But if they themselves are unable to display such valuable traits, what does this say for the children who are looking up to them as an example on how to act when life gets challenging?

For myself in 2020, I gained by losing.

When they locked our gyms down for four months last spring, I came close to being one of those people who lost their shit. While people were moaning about wearing a mask for 20 minutes in the grocery store, I was contemplating if murdering those people could be considered a cardio exercise and would that hold up in a court of law.

To reflect on that time period now (especially since our gyms are closed AGAIN at the moment) the loss of the gyms brought me the knowledge of how important the routine of going to and being in the gym is to my mental health. I won’t launch into how I feel about shopping malls being open and gyms being closed despite their proven benefit to one’s overall health because then I really will lose my shit.

People always say getting to the gym is the hardest part and once they’re there it’s easy to workout. And for many that is the truth, but for me it’s all a part of the workout. Getting to the gym is the psychological effort. Putting in the work at the gym is the physical. You can’t have one without the other. I became so pathetic that I’d often walk to the closed gym from my house, stare at the closed doors and then walk home. 1.5 hour round trip. True story.

Remember a few years back everyone became obsessed with that Netflix show ‘Tidying Up with Marie Kondo’? It is the show where that lovely woman from Japan showed us all how to declutter our homes by getting rid of anything that didn’t bring us joy. Those acid wash jeans from 1989… sit with them… hold them close to your chest… if they don’t make you happy, remove them from your space. Well, the same idea can be applied to people and ideas and even feelings. And 2020 was a great year for simplifying our lives. I’ve heard so many people talk about how they can’t wait to get back to ‘normal’… not me. I’ve already started my ‘new normal’.

The loss of drama has gained me peace and a better understanding of the importance of remaining true to who I am instead of trying to please others in hopes it wins me points. Because it doesn’t. Because its inauthentic and only brings you more loss and more drama. And anxiety. And sleepless nights. And an overall sense of hatred for everyone. 2020 gave me the option to no longer care about the things that don’t make me happy and to embrace the process of letting all that stupid bullshit fade away.

It was a year of gained focus.

It was a year of gained appreciation.

It was a year of gained gratitude.

It was a year of gained love for myself.

I’m going to leave you now, but not before I share one of my favorite songs by the Tragically Hip:

In A World Possessed by The Human Mind

Just give me the news

It can all be lies

Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time

Everything is clear

Just how you described

The way it appears, "A world possessed by the human mind"

Then I think I smiled

Then I think you said, "it's fine"

And quietly I dressed, in a world completely possessed by the human mind

We're in awe of no one

We've none of their fear

Fighting's goin' nowhere and we stay right here

Where everything is quiet

A little super dangerous

"In the shadow of the law and with colours of justice"

Then I hope I smiled

Then I'm sure you said, "It's fine"

They got no interest in a world completely possessed by the human mind

Everything is quiet

A little super dangerous

Quiet enough to hear God rustlin' around in the bushes

Oh, but it was you

Girl, I was so afraid

You said, "You shoulda seen the look on your face"

Then I hope I laughed

Then I hope I said, "it's fine"

And quietly undressed in a world completely possessed by the human mind

Oh it was you

Girl, I was so afraid

You said, "You shoulda seen the look on your face"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgXphurrsE0

#2020 #covid #lockdown #gym #marie kondo #the tragically hip #karen #petsarefamily #peace

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1899-newsboy-strike · 5 years

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Jealousy - Sprace Smut

Request: Oof this is one kinky son of a bitch but could we get some sprace smut with 31, 32,40,43, and 44 where Spot sees Race flirting with another newsie and he gets all possessive. If it’s to much feel free to take something out, thanks love💕

31 - Daddy kink 32 - Praise kink 40 - Overstimulation 43 - Angry sex 44 - Jealous sex

Warnings: smut, all of those ^ masturbation, hair pulling, semi public, unprotected sex

Summary: Race thinks it’s a good idea to playfully flirt with one of his friends at a party, little does he know Spot had been watching the whole time.

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Spot was glaring in Race’s direction. For the past ten minutes he’d almost been hanging all over Albert, Race’s hands on his chest. It hadn’t been until Spot saw how close Race’s face and lips were to Albert’s that he walked over yanking Race away from him.

“Bye Al.” Race smiled waving while Spot dragged him earning a laugh from Albert.

“Get in.” Spot growled slightly shoving Race toward the passenger seat sending chills through Race. “I want you touching yourself until we get home.” Spot explained when he got in the car making Race’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

“We’re thirty minutes away!” Race exclaimed making Spot shoot a glare.

“Keep complaining and I’ll take the long way. What are you supposed to say?” Spot asked making Race almost moan just from the rough tone of Spot’s voice.

“Yes daddy.” Race whispered making Spot smile as he turned on the engine. “Start.” Spot motioned once Race put on his seat belt. “If I can hear the radio then you’re not doing it right. You know your safeword.” He explained, raising the volume slightly making Race almost whine. He raised his hips to slightly pull down his pants, immediately grabbing his semi-hard length. He let out a soft moan when he gave it a slow pump, picking up the pace gradually.

“Daddy.” Race moaned, his head falling back against the headrest when he started to pick up the pace, his hips bucking slightly into his hand.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” Spot praised Race when he saw him squirming in the seat out of the corner of his eye. Race let out a loud moan at the sound of Spot’s voice, his cock twitching in hand.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum.” Race whimpered moans continuously falling out of mouth.

“Be a good boy and cum for daddy, but you aren’t done until we get back.” Spot explained Race whining at the news.

“Thank you daddy.” Race moaned, his hips bucking into his hand, his orgasm washing over him.

Race kept at it, choked moaned and cries leaving him when the pleasure intensified. He was withering in the seat, his moans filling the car. Continuous whimpers of ‘daddy’ and ‘fuck’ left Race’s mouth, his hand never slowing down.

“You’re such a good boy for me Race. Do you like when daddy makes you do this in the car? You like being a good boy for me don’t you?” Spot asked quickly glancing over at his boyfriend who wouldn’t stop squirming in the seat.

“Yes daddy!” Race cried out his back arching off the seat. “Daddy, I can’t, it’s too much.” Race whined making Spot’s eyes narrow.

“We’re almost there.” Spot explained pulling Race’s hand away from his length, replacing it with his own. “Look how good you’re being for me.” Spot explained making Race cry from pleasure bucking his hips in Spot’s grip. “Come on.” He said when they pulled into the parking structure, earning a whine from Race when he pulled his hand away and patted his thigh.

Race climbed out of the car, his knees wobbling under him. He held onto the car for support before he regained full balance. He was almost dragging Spot toward their apartment wanting nothing more than to lay down on the couch or their bed and relax. Little did he know Spot had other plans for him.

The moment they stepped foot into the apartment Race was pushed up against the wall face first. A surprised gasp left Race making Spot smirk.

“Did you think you were done?” Spot teased making Race shiver. “I’m just getting started with you baby boy.” He continued earning a small moan from Race when he felt Spot push him further into the wall. Spot unbuckled his pants while he held onto Race, pulling his down next before a finger entered Race, Spot’s full weight pushing Race against the wall.

“Fuck.” Race cried out, pushing back against Spot’s finger, his forehead resting against the wall.

“You think it’s okay to flirt with Albert right in front of me? You didn’t think I would notice did you? Or maybe you wanted me to see.” Spot explained adding a finger earning a pleasured cry from Race. “You did didn’t you?” He asked pushing his fingers in further.

“Yes daddy.” Race moaned grinding back against Spot’s fingers.

“I bet Albert can’t make you feel the way I make you feel. He can’t make you scream the way I do.” Spot growled in his ear. Race was breathing heavily, shaking against the wall. Race whined when Spot pulled his finger out but the breath was almost knocked out of him when he felt the tip of Spot’s length poke into his entrance. “Be a good boy for daddy and make everyone know who you belong to.” Spot explained before he fully thrust into Race.

“Daddy!” Race moaned placing his hands on the wall to hold himself up. Spot’s hands gripped Race’s hips, his own slamming against Race making the boy in front of him shake.

“Tell me who makes you feel good Race. Tell me who knows just how to please you.” Spot demanded, but Race smirked when an idea popped into his head.

“Albert.” Race overdramatized his moan making Spot’s thrusts stop.

“What’d you say?” Spot growled, grabbing a fist full of Race’s hair pulling him back against him.

“You heard me.” Race shivered trying to bite back a moan.

“You’re not going to be saying that in a minute.” Spot warned, shoving Race against the wall, his thrusts becoming rough and fast, whimpers and moans leaving Race.

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum. Harder! Please!” Race begged trying to thrust back to meet Spot’s thrusts.

“That’s right, daddy’s the one who makes you feel this good.” Spot explained, showing no mercy as his thrusts only became rougher, Race’s full weight slumping against the wall as a cry left him when he came.

“I should make you jealous more often.” Race panted when Spot pulled away from him.

“If you ever do that again I won’t be this nice.” Spot explained when he grabbed Race’s face to make him look him in the eye. He didn’t say anything else, pulling his pants back on before walking away, leaving a dazed Race standing by the front door.

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sirjustice1096 · 3 years

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Roadside tunnels and ditches

In the underground tunnel both opened or closed used to make like doors, windows or furniture and even of the company housed basement, you place the heap at the corner then from outside corner of the same corner chop or drop what u have selected and boom ya furniture if 3D photos of such seats u want placed in a banner then hanged on a flag post then placed either in the middle of the heap or one side or same done and projector placed on the diagonal line measure of that square, circular, rectangular or any shape and the end boom process/protocol done behind the projector or as above outside. U can illuminate projector image unto the flag post banner or just have already drawn clear pictures but each machine, food or gadget made when the photo on another side, as in rotated the hind parts look upwards, then sideways or downwards. Try with every side until it get out like with big trucks the wheel side faces the swaying part of the flag post as well as with sky scrapper the upper most part faces the free swaying part while stile you can amount the banner in a cone shape and place on the boom heap sideways as slanting or the tip on the heap as looking down water and boom ya tool u want as buildings in boom process dude. Most gadgets defy other making procedures as below the hill or tunnel when in company house basement u place on ahuja horn speakers voices of motion video with gun fire as shooting, or police or fireman siren or drum sets, chopper as helicopter produced noise and slow rhythm beats s instrumentals of many song along a brazier emitting smoke or smoke emitting machine as in the link below maintaining the to be hidden in sand or placed in boxes or current wrapping bags which aint paper or polythene as we know them dude, like u rotate a photo in ya phone 4 all sides to face up, down or sideways bro and u can try the boom end process on any corner or any side or place 4 some products dude

https://www.amazon.in/Ahuja-Speaker-SUH-40XT-matching-quality/dp/B0771M9B6B

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/health/article/2001261112/shoppers-beware-of-dangers-lurking-inside-reusable-bags

https://www.google.com/search?q=flag+post+images+mounted+on+banners&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjpuIS-6ovtAhUFdBoKHZTRA5wQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=flag+post+images+mounted+on+banners&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECAAQHlCXfliBpQFgu6gBaABwAHgAgAGNA4gB9y6SAQYyLTcuMTKYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZ8ABAQ&sclient=img&ei=TfC0X6neOIXoaZSjj-AJ&bih=486&biw=800&client=firefox-b-e

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zr7XMjhwSu8

Want to get to another land, school should not be located but ya marks, some schools train their own or pick from primary school one with the same character to build the same image and sometimes if u got such character and not fit, hike that marks 4 u to get there an vice versa, alter convincing ya sponsor with such who have been sponsored 4 the same or those whose kids have attended the same institutions or the alumni. To bar such practices, certificates should not bare your photo with school uniform or institution name. Once u r out, u r done with that school even good conduct should not be written as every big crime should be taken to the police to have records to retrieve later on ya case if needed dude. They train kids even giving them some medics that makes you fear people and be humble yet not and have some medication that beats hard drug test like 2 hours b4 and after the test to be negative or people should spend like nights given accommodation and being ransacked if they got possession of any b4 the test to qualify bro. Such as green card is your own sweet and luck, not the school thing, the country you are in will investigate you independently as they did with rumors of your medication to find accurate results dude as people also can transfigure to ya image when not around as organized to tint ya image dude and even with some jobs bro, giving u that drug that make u not tire in talking to people good as serving them to qualify u 4 some jobs as referees yet they know not of ya character minus the same dude

Get to foreign lands, helped with as above, land jobs and remit money back to buy jets as airlines and invest in other lucrative sector as bus or air-ticketing when such folks are from same locality or area or school, they got the alumni blood, making such nations rich, unknowingly, they resort to absurdities dude to maintain the same on people who cant afford the same or such bro. They instruct you, bad naming others who cant afford the same, in that if u get a job the aid u in as nourish you, their is a kitty to give like 40% of ya pay to to develop the town and that's the gimmick to forfeit ya job if u know not as they tell u in signs many cant fathom or read or cant afford as maybe ya pay little dude to meat all ya ends meat

Some machines are made on the train or cargo train or airplane when in motion or not, the boom end results done outside or inside on far end or another couch dude as it can swipe u also to be part of the machine and that's one blasphemy dude

A city built on the hill was bethlehem as Kisumu kenya recently a long time, the Migosi estate when you are from the mamboleo hill kinda, seems a hilly plateau as it was an island long time when lake Victoria still reached hinterlands as kibos b4 its source was subverted to Jinja from awasi border as it used to drain in India ocean or red sea at Somalia shoreline. When built again in boom process with plan and moreover next to water mass and artificial rivers made to pass on some roads of the estates then its what it used to be and Christ meant. U can use many automate water pump 4 the same rivers bro that even uses solar power or alternator energy free generators and same can be used to pump water to the ocean not dumped at the lake which pollutes it yet miles away drunk as outside the Uganda and that's Sudan land and Egypt and much north Africa dude and many city built on the hill but that one which kills the prophet will bear the full brunt as either economic meltdown when other cities have know how to make their boom made exports or hit awasi border with bomb 4 the water to reach Kenyan cities past Kisumu or the like Russian made 12 KM missiles that reached 30 thousand miles within 40 minutes to hit like Duluth 4 the superior water lake reach those cities beyond the lake and more. We know not but now close as any other nation can carry such in submarine and do the same without disclosing the same to cements the bible hypocrisy dude

Animal thighs as much as of human being when placed in heap makes many machines as u can try with chopping and trampling on anything as explained earlier. For example when human thigh or hardworking on menial jobs placed in grass heap makes missiles when paw paw seed chopped in airplane or sea shore while of women makes the same and of kids makes mini missiles while of cattle make cements when u chop wood while when soaked in pineapple makes gravel. When placed in wheat dough chop chicken intestine makes stereos in submarine style while on wheat cereal makes cinema banner stand while in sewer water then chop white guava makes roads, while if u chop passion fruit and its seeds makes fab houses while dark beans or any dark like leaves around ya makes sky scrapper in those all slanting lands as u keep on try on each and u can replace either the grass, sewer water or dough with anything and chop anything 4 a new product. The rule is if u want to know where such are made, picture the same u want to make in ya mind, and try to imagine they are in those environments as tunnel, basement, those basements inside the hole, train, submarine tank way or upper tank or sea shore, if u see much of what u wanna make as arranged neatly or nicely then that's the place to make such gadgets, placing all in the boxes or under sand, when roads down place all as above and the sounds on ahuja, the Xmas lights and the marble and that's it dude, don't ask me how i know of such all truths dude, me am a fellow servant with ya bro not ya senior or junior as somehow but not certain we are equal dude

Even for the drawn 3D or just drawn diagram like with AG generator u need to project it upside down on the banner b4 finding the to be chopped or trampled on and with others on other-sides even if not projected but photographed already on the banner

Aloe vera made when few sample leave sticks brought next to kale in road ditches or tunnel you drop paw paw seed on acid or fanta soda or chop iced tangerine and eggs as well, detergents, phones TV and much electronics and even foods as tomato or veggies made under big road let water in from 1 ditch to the other tunnel and on those side ditches dude and even with most car spare-parts and fruits as in the links below

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some old truths dude

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“Change your life with these small changes in your daily routine”

If you want to change your life you need to change your thoughts and your habits. People have lots of knowledge and information these days but lack on action. Remember guys, knowledge is a potential power, you need to take action on the knowledge to get the results. Start with small first, and create a momentum. Every action has its reaction, you will see the changes in your life even by these small actions. You have hidden power within you and you need to unleash that power. Start with these small basic changes in your daily routine for 90 days and see the amazing results. So here it is:

1) Go to bed at 10.30pm with positive affirmations:

If you want to get up early in the morning, you need to go to bed early in order to complete your sleep. The best time for sleep is between 10pm to 2am. You can find tons of benefits of sleeping early. Have your dinner before 8PM and read some good stuff and recite some positive affirmation just before going to bed. Or you can listen any self recorded affirmation audio. This will make your subconscious mind to attract positive things in your life. Make this your practice. If you struggle with your sleep, click on the link to get best audio which will help you to find sound sleep in just few minutes.

Many people struggles for sleep and here the study on sleep disorder you may like. click on the link below:

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2) Get up Early in the morning (between 4AM-5AM)

Waking up early consistently takes a lot discipline. You begin to take control of your life and have more control over the activities you engage in. You acquire time management skills, meaning less last minute work popping up throughout the day. Being disciplined, organized, on top of your schedule and having clear stewardship are all elements of strong self-mastery. This time is rich of cosmic energy and will change your life drastically. The morning tranquility is an indescribable bliss. This serenity comes with two levels. First, there’s the physical quietness. You rise with the sun and are alone with no disturbances. Then there comes the mental level – the quietness, peace and clarity. While physical peace is something you also get by sleeping late, the mental peace comes from waking up early. The tranquility on both levels gives you the unrestricted space to get an early start on whatever you want to do.

3) Meditate for 30-40 minutes:

Start your day with silence. Morning time is most peaceful time of the day for practicing meditation specially for beginners. Learn basics of meditations (there are lots of stuff on meditation in google) and start with a technique which is most suitable to you. In Hinduism this time is called as Brahmamuhuratha which means time of creation. if you want to manifest or create something new this is the best time. Practicing meditation in Brahmamuhuratha for 90 days consistently will completely change your life. You may experience Kundalini awakening too. Your attitude will become positive, you will have positive aura always around you. Your face will glow with cosmic energy and people will attract towards you and they would like to listen to you. Your skin problems will get cured automatically, your mental and physical body will be in perfect harmony. There is a huge list of benefits, I would say you will enjoy your life.

4) Practice of Gratitude :

You May have heard from many law of attraction coaches about the power of gratitude. Show gratitude to almighty for such a beautiful morning, say thank you for what you have and say thank you what is coming in your life. Universe will respond to your commands if you show your gratitude for what you already have. Thank you word has tremendous energy and emotions in it so never ever hesitate to say thank you. It takes nothing but gives a lot.

5) Visualization :

Think on paper. Note down your Goals on a paper or diary. Write complete description of your desire, for example if you have desire for a car you need to write complete detail of car like car model, color, other specifications etc, or if you want money so you need to be specific for the amount of money you want. Now close your eyes and think that you already possess these items and feel that you are using these things. Think that you are driving your dream car or you are entering your dream home feel each and every texture. Let the emotions come out. As much as clear you visualize the faster the manifestation process will be. Practice this on daily basis for 90 days. Do it as much as you can. Soon you will experience that your dreams are manifesting.

6) Exercise :

Exercise is an essential part of our daily routine, in order to pump oxygen to each cell of our body and keep them alive we need to exercise daily at least for 30 minutes. To keep your body and mind fit make it your habit. Exercise makes you feel happy, stress free, active and provides you better sleep. There is long list of benefits of doing exercise daily. So from today onwards commit with yourself that you will exercise daily at least for 30 minutes. It may be yoga, gym, running, skipping or anything else.

So folks, I have started practicing above habits for last 45 days consistently and I can feel the change. I have committed myself to do it for 90 days without any gap and I happy that I have completed my half journey successfully. I can feel positivity in my mind and I feel relaxed. Morning Meditation is an awesome experience and it connects you to the supreme power of universe. You connect to your inner self and you understand that the power within is eternal. In today’s world we are suffering with stress, anxiety, overthinking, depression, fear and many more ailments which are just an illusion nothing else. You will get rid of all these fake illusions by practicing meditation and exercise regularly. So finally, I would request you all that you have enough information and knowledge, now this is the time to take action. Nothing is going to change until you start taking action. Practice these above small habits for 90 days without a gap and see the magic. You and your life will not be same. Share me your results and story when you complete your 90 days and I will share you mine.

We have got one life only and half already has passed, so make your remaining life beautiful, enjoy it, live your dreams and stay happy always. Never ever regret for anything, God is always standing behind you to support you, just feel it.

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Three blocks from Mark Zuckerberg’s $10 million Tudor home in San Francisco, Jake Orta lives in a small, single-window studio apartment filled with trash.

There’s a child’s pink bicycle helmet that Mr. Orta dug out from the garbage bin across the street from Mr. Zuckerberg’s house. And a vacuum cleaner, a hair dryer, a coffee machine — all in working condition — and a pile of clothes that he carried home in a Whole Foods paper bag retrieved from Mr. Zuckerberg’s bin.

A military veteran who fell into homelessness and now lives in government subsidized housing, Mr. Orta is a full-time trash picker, part of an underground economy in San Francisco of people who work the sidewalks in front of multimillion-dollar homes, rummaging for things they can sell.

Trash picking is a profession more often associated with shantytowns and favelas than a city at the doorstep of Silicon Valley. The Global Alliance of Waste Pickers, a nonprofit research and advocacy organization, counts more than 400 trash picking organizations across the globe, almost all of them in Latin America, Africa and southern Asia.

But trash scavengers exist in many United States cities and, like the rampant homelessness in San Francisco, are a signpost of the extremes of American capitalism. A snapshot from 2019: One of the world’s richest men and a trash picker, living a few minutes’ walk from each other.

Mr. Orta, 56, sees himself as more of a treasure hunter.

“It just amazes me what people throw away,” he said one night, as he found a pair of gently used designer jeans, a new black cotton jacket, gray Nike running sneakers and a bicycle pump. “You never know what you will find.”

Mr. Orta says his goal is to earn around $30 to $40 a day from his discoveries, a survival income of around $300 a week.

Trash picking is illegal in California — once a bin is rolled out onto the sidewalk the contents are considered the possession of the trash collection company, according to Robert Reed, a spokesman for Recology, the company contracted to collect San Francisco’s garbage. But the law is rarely enforced.

Mr. Orta was born in San Antonio, Tex., one of 12 children. He spent more than a dozen years in the Air Force, loading aircraft during the Persian Gulf war of 1991 and was dispatched to Germany, Korea and Saudi Arabia. By the time he returned to the United States, his wife had left him, and he struggled with alcoholism and homelessness. He moved to San Francisco, and five years ago qualified for a program assisting chronically homeless veterans.

At dusk he leaves his apartment building, which is wedged between a popular brunch spot for tech workers and a cannabis shop in the heart of the Mission neighborhood. The smell of marijuana fills the vestibule. Walking up a steep hill lined with mature trees, he passes homes that could pass for works of art: Victorians, some with stained glass and elaborate cornices and moldings painted in a soft palette of pastels, ocher, celadon and teal. A virtual tour of the neighborhood on the Zillow site shows that homes valued at $3 million and above are the norm.

But Mr. Orta doesn’t look at the architecture. He walks the streets, slightly stooped, his eyes peeled on the ground and a flashlight in his back pocket. His friends call him the Finder.

On the six times Mr. Orta went out with a reporter, he followed a variety of circuits, but usually ended up exploring his favorite alleys and a dumpster that has been bountiful. (The first rule of dumpster scavenging, he said, is to make sure there’s no raccoon or possum in there.) In March, the dumpster yielded a box of silver goblets, dishes and plates, as if someone had yanked a tablecloth from underneath a feast in some European chateau.

“How do you say it?” William Washington, one of Mr. Orta’s trash-picking colleagues, remarked one night. “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

Mr. Orta’s other recent discoveries: phones, iPads, three wristwatches and bags of marijuana. (“I smoked it,” he said when asked how much he got for the pot.) In late August or September, as participants return from the annual Burning Man festival in the Nevada desert, Mr. Orta says he often finds abandoned bicycles covered in fine sand.

Mr. Orta says he only takes what people have clearly thrown away, although 14 years ago he spent a few months in jail for breaking into someone’s garage in Sacramento and trying to steal a wrench for his bicycle. “It was a dumb mistake,” he said.

For years San Francisco has been a global beacon of recycling, attracting a stream of government ministers, journalists and students from across the globe to study the sorting facilities of Recology.

But the city is also full of young, affluent people preoccupied with demanding jobs and long commutes for whom the garbage can is a tempting way to get rid of that extra pair of jeans or old electronics cluttering their closet.

“We have a lot of trash of convenience,” said Mr. Reed, the spokesman for Recology. “You’ve got more and more tech people here and this city is moving faster and faster. These people have short attention spans. Some discard items that ought to be repurposed through a thrift shop.”

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And it wasn’t that close.....

March 23, 2019 - Salt Lake City, Utah

NCAA Tournament 2nd Round

March 23, 2019: The day Crow introduced us to “We’ve Got Jared.”

Crow Karaoke: "We’ve Got Jared" @sonofcrow2 recorded....something to pump up Tiger fans. sing along! https://t.co/hlidY5lBvD pic.twitter.com/D8h2wOBPvU

— gotchya and grabass purveyors (@CollegeAndMag) March 23, 2019

And what a day this turned out to be for Auburn!

Nearly every team that makes a deep run in the NCAA Tournament has one game in which one or two plays would have ended their run much earlier than it did. The narrow escape was the best thing that happened to Auburn. You could see some disappointment in the players knowing they didn’t play their best at the end of the New Mexico State game. They were hungry for so much more. That said, the Tigers were exhausted. They played 4 games in 4 days, flew home for about 36 hours, and then flew to Salt Lake City for an early tip-off on Thursday. The 5 tough games in 8 days had taken its toll.

The Kansas tip wasn’t until 8PM Salt Lake City time so after the early game Thursday, Auburn got even more of a break before taking on Kansas. And while the anticipation waiting for this game was long and agonizing, I had a really good feeling about this game. This was not a vintage Kansas team of years past and if Auburn could establish the tempo and knock down their 3s, I really liked our chances.

Auburn certainly seemed prepared and ready for Kansas leading into the game.

Auburn seems ready for Kansas (via @malik_ihoop, Instagram): pic.twitter.com/WATlzLVlIg

— Josh Vitale (@JoshVitale) March 23, 2019

Auburn (especially @malik_ihoop) feeling good before the Tigers take on Kansas in the 2nd Round of the NCAA Tournament. Winner goes to the Sweet 16. @AuburnMBB #NCAATourney #MarchMadness pic.twitter.com/z1We5qerS6

— Scott Forester (@scott4ester) March 24, 2019

I’ve probably watched this second clip about 1,000 times and referenced Malik’s “Bout That Time” almost as many times.

Auburn was loose, confident, and had gotten that swagger back that had carried them to 9 straight wins since the end of February.

Auburn also had something to prove after the blowout loss to Clemson in the 2018 NCAA Tournament as well. They didn’t want history to repeat itself. And then there was Chuck being Chuck right before the game tipped off.

Chuck is ready for Auburn to play! #MarchMadness pic.twitter.com/j7zUSLFmnh

— NCAA March Madness (@marchmadness) March 24, 2019

Chuck wanted Kansas. We all wanted Kansas and well, we got Kansas. What happened though was something none of us saw coming. After several near heart attacks and skyrocketing blood pressures on Thursday, there was none of that on this night.

Anfernee McLemore got Auburn on the board... but this time with a dunk after Kansas got the first basket, their only lead of the night. Malik Dunbar would score on the next possession which was followed by a Chuma Okeke steal and 3 from Jared Harper. And with that... Auburn was off to the races in Salt Lake City.

Bryce Brown would hit consecutive 3s 4 minutes in and the Tigers were off to a 15-5 start.

Then after the media timeout, the country got introduced to what we already knew: Jared Harper had some incredible hops for a 5’11” Point Guard. After a block from Okeke, Jared did the rest.

Jared Harper (((LIVE))) tbs pic.twitter.com/5IfPyDQAaA

— Donnie B. from Tennessee (@CoachDonnieB) March 24, 2019

Every time Kansas scored, Auburn had an answer, case in point as Brown’s 3rd 3 of the evening gave Auburn a 20-7 lead.

My favorite play from Saturday's game vs Kansas. Got a bad switch that allowed an easy lay-up, but did that slow @AuburnMBB down? Nope. Bryce Brown three in transition off a MAKE four seconds later. pic.twitter.com/9MVSAGdsTR

— Matthew Smith (@MdotSmitty_) March 27, 2019

Bryce Brown’s 4th 3-pointer in the first 7 minutes of the 1st half would force a 2nd Kansas timeout as the Tigers led 23-9. What was going on?

Brown scored from 2 on Auburn’s next possession and after a Kansas basket, Jared Harper knocked down his 2nd 3 of the evening as the Tigers were en fuego from long range early in this game.

After back to back layups from J’Von McCormick and Harper, Kansas called their THIRD timeout of the half. With 9 minutes left in the first half, the Jayhawks were down to 1 timeout for the rest of the game as Auburn led 34-15.

Chuma would join the 3-point brigade with 7:20 left in the half and Bryce Brown would knock down his 5th 3 of the half to give Auburn a 20 point lead, 40-20, with 6:41 to go in the 1st half.

We kept waiting for Kansas to make a late run in the 1st half but Auburn continued to increase their lead. Jared Harper ended a phenomenal half with a ridiculous shot as Auburn went to the locker room up 51-25. If the SEC Championship was one of the best defensive halves we saw all year, this may have been the best offensive first halves we saw all year.

In the first half of this game it was:

Bryce Brown (17) & Jared Harper (14): 31 Kansas: 25

Auburn 3-pointers made: 9 Kansas Field Goals made: 8

And the 2nd half started with a bang for Auburn as well:

Auburn is taking it to Kansas (via @marchmadness) pic.twitter.com/lOmi1No9Ik

— Yahoo Sports (@YahooSports) March 24, 2019

In fact, it started great for both teams combined to make their first 12 shots of the half. And despite Kansas coming out hot to start the half, they gained basically no ground during the first 4 minutes of the 2nd half as Auburn’s lead was 66-41 going into the Under 16 timeout.

Kansas cut it to 18 with 14 minutes to go but Bryce Brown’s SEVENTH 3 of the game put Auburn ahead 70-49. A steal from Samir Doughty and dunk from Austin Wiley would thwart the Kansas run as they led by 23 once again.

Auburn’s lead would grow to 27 as the Tigers never gave Kansas any hope that they could come back and win this game. Auburn would hit 80 with 8 minutes left in the game and looked poised to score 90-100 but wouldn’t make another shot until a layup from Harper in the final minute. It didn’t matter as Auburn had built an insurmountable lead from the jump and buried Kansas.

It was an incredible night for Auburn fans everywhere as the Tigers advanced to the Sweet 16 for the first time since 2003 with a dominant performance.

Auburn finished 13-30 from 3 on the night after going 9-17 in the first half. Here is all of Auburn’s 3-pointers from this game:

BRYC3333333 BROWN. JAR3D HARP3R. CHUMA OK3K3. ANF3RN33 MCL3MORE.@AuburnMBB caught FIRE from deep! #MarchMadness pic.twitter.com/E7NmTOdAXy

— NCAA March Madness (@marchmadness) March 24, 2019

Bry3333333ce Brown was responsible for 7 of those 3-pointers as he led the Tigers with 25 points, shooting 9-13 from the field, and 7-11 from 3-point range. He moved into 2nd all-time in SEC history in 3-pointers made.

Jared Harper had 18 points and 6 assists as the backcourt duo of Harper & Brown went for 43 against Kansas.

Chuma Okeke had 12 points, 5 rebounds and 4 assists and Anfernee McLemore had 11 points and 5 rebounds.

Malik Dunbar, J’Von McCormick and Austin Wiley each added 6 points.

Here are the highlights!

And needless to say.... Toomer’s Corner was a fun place to be that night.

War Eagle!!! pic.twitter.com/F6fVN6SxlS

— Jaylin Williams/Simpson Fan Account (@ShootyHoopsWill) March 24, 2019

Tomorrow with the bye week for football, we will look back at both the Sweet 16 and Elite 8 games against North Carolina and Kentucky so you don’t want to miss those.

War Eagle!

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GREEN BAY, Wis. -- He stood on the sideline biting down amid the bitter winter cool, the discontinue results of his first playoff game as an NFL head coach striking in the stability. At that demanding moment, as 40-yr-worn Matt LaFleur waited for heart Corey Linsley to flip a shotgun snap into the fingers of his 36-yr-worn quarterback on a frigid Sunday evening at Lambeau Discipline, the rookie coach of the Inexperienced Bay Packers used to be something however kick back.

The Pack had withstood a angry Seattle Seahawks 2d-half of rally fueled by the improvisational majesty of quarterback Russell Wilson, and now, with Inexperienced Bay clinging to a five-level lead and going thru a third-and-8 from its bear 22-yard-line with 2: 19 closing, LaFleur had no scheme of being passive; the concept of giving Wilson one more shot at a game-a hit force used to be now not provocative. He used to be going to establish the Packers' fate in this Divisional Round playoff game in the tidy ravishing hand of Aaron Rodgers, and that used to be that.

As LaFleur watched, Rodgers salvage the snap and note hasty to his left, the coach noticed something wholly surprising on the quite a lot of facet of the play: Enormous title receiver Davante Adams, who had already burned the Seahawks for a pair of touchdowns, broke off of a slant route from the slot toward the heart of the field and susceptible support to his ravishing, drifting diagonally toward the Packers' sideline.

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As Rodgers would dispute me as he stood at his locker following the Packers' 28-23 victory, which propelled them into Sunday's NFC Championship Game in opposition to the San Francisco 49ers in what figures to be a a long way extra temperate Northern California surroundings, "I had a ravishing apt feeling about it before I let it hurry. It used to be my form of evening -- frigid and crisp -- and the ball used to be coming off my hand ravishing apt."

On this play, Rodgers summoned sheer perfection: Leaning quite backward, he uncorked a beautiful spiral, and 78,998 frozen followers skipped a heartbeat, and all the pieces converged on LaFleur and crystallized in his visual blueprint: The ball; Adams; Amadi; security Delano Hill, who used to be closing from the heart of the field; and the fate of a unsuitable however flourishing football team having a blueprint to obliterate a number of unfriendly narratives and reach its first NFC title game in three seasons.

"Yeah, it used to be if truth be told an audible," LaFleur told me an hour after the sport as we sat in his internal most workplace across the hallway from the Packers' locker room. "I didn't know that, unless I noticed the ball in the air. I looked up and noticed Davante running past his defender, and I concept, 'Oh, he's going to must bear known as the pump (fake).'

"That used to be a hell of a call by Aaron. I known as a short-game play, and he noticed a man-protection topic and known as the double-traipse off of it. Matter of truth, it used to be the identical play we scored on two weeks previously vs. Detroit. And that is what's so colossal about a man admire this, he sees so great -- he is viewed so great for the length of his profession -- and I completely belief that he is gonna obtain us in the ravishing pronounce."

For a pair of seconds, LaFleur and I every started laughing, given how great the audible thing had caused americans support in June. Almost as we pronounce after I would possibly possibly possibly arrived in Inexperienced Bay to work on a chronicle regarding the rookie coach and the legendary quarterback to whom he used to be searching to educate a recent offense, we would sat in his Lambeau workplace and discussed a extremely necessary ingredient of the transition: "One thing we bear now to work thru is the audible thing," LaFleur told me, explaining that in his offense -- a derivative of the one designed by Niners coach Kyle Shanahan, LaFleur's stop friend and training mentor -- the quarterback historically hadn't been given freedom to fill wholesale play adjustments on the road of scrimmage.

The following day, Rodgers weighed in alongside with his standpoint, asserting: "I invent now not judge you want request from me to flip off 11 years (of recognizing defenses) ... It be correct the quite a lot of stuff that if truth be told now not many of us in this league can halt. That is now not admire a humblebrag or something; that is correct a truth."

After the chronicle dropped, a vital share of a football-starved populace spent quite a lot of months handwringing and bracing for a season's value of warfare. Instead, the partnership stayed stable, and the Packers rolled to a 13-3 traditional season that earned them an NFC North title and a predominant-round bye whereas ending a two-season playoff drought.

Yet even because the wins piled up, the quarterback's assuredly lofty statistical standing suffered, and some cynics marginalized Inexperienced Bay as a team silent hunting for an offensive identification. In equity, Rodgers fueled that storyline shortly after the discontinue of the conventional season by conceding to reporters, "I judge the timing's been off quite a lot of the yr. I invent now not know if that is going to obtain mounted."

On Sunday, in opposition to a fifth-seeded Seahawks team that had long gone 11-2 in one-rating games, collectively with the outdated Sunday's first-round playoff overcome the Philadelphia Eagles, Rodgers channeled Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder. "The Fixer" finished 16 of 27 passes for 243 yards and two touchdowns with out throwing an interception, and he used to be sizzling from the soar, guiding the Pack on an eight-play, 75-yard touchdown force on the sport's first possession and pushing the end result in 21-3 by halftime.

"Truthfully," talked about David Bakhtiari, the Packers' Legitimate Bowl left tackle, "after I noticed him fill a pair of throws early on, I talked about, 'Yeah, he is on one tonight.' "

Mentioned LaFleur: "I concept he played renowned. Those throws he made on third down had been completely improbable. We likely will must bear given him extra opportunities to stand support there and throw the football, because he used to be on fire. He correct made so many broad performs."

After Wilson (21 for 31, 277 yards, one touchdown, no interceptions; seven carries for 64 yards) guided the Seahawks on a 10-play, 69-yard scoring force to launch the 2d half of, with now not too lengthy previously unretired running support Marshawn Lynch blasting in for the first of his two 1-yard touchdowns to slash the end result in 21-10, Rodgers answered in a broad blueprint. Two performs after zipping a crisp, pinpoint hurry to worn tight discontinue Jimmy Graham (three catches, 49 yards) for a 27-yard place on third-and-6, Rodgers connected with Adams (eight catches, 160 yards) on a 40-yard scoring hurry, freezing the Seahawks' secondary with a cool play-fake.

Trailing 28-10, the Seahawks scored on their subsequent two drives to pull within five substances with 9: 33 closing. The Packers' defense rallied and forced a punt with 2: 41 to traipse, after out of doors linebacker Preston Smith's third-down sack of Wilson, however the premise of getting to discontinue Seattle a 2d time used to be now not overly provocative.

"Russell Wilson is extraordinarily, very hard to take," Smith talked about later on, as fellow edge rusher Za'Darius Smith (no relation) nodded his settlement. "It felt admire we had been chasing a rooster in the field and not utilizing a fence."

And so, confronted with the chance of getting to subdue Wilson one final time, LaFleur selected to be proactive on third-and-8.

"That's what you want take a examine, especially a younger guy admire that -- you'd like him to be aggressive," worn cornerback Tramon Williams talked about of LaFleur. "Coach has been doing that all yr lengthy. We're in it to spend it."

Mentioned LaFleur: "I concept our defense battled, and I concept they had been drained there in the 2d half of. I judge in case you dawdle Russell Wilson round for a total game, that gets exhausting. You've got gotta give him a ton of credit. His capability to obtain out of some of these sacks -- there had been a bunch of shoulda-been, woulda-been, coulda-been sacks ... however for this reason he is so particular. He's purchased a technique of dipping below tackles and lengthening performs.

"I didn't want to give him an opportunity to enact with the ball in his fingers, and thankfully our gamers went available and made us ravishing."

After the Rodgers audible produced the clutch completion to Adams, the Packers silent necessary one extra first down to seal the deal. Following the 2-minute warning, Inexperienced Bay faced a third-and-9 from the Seahawks' 45, and Seattle silent had a timeout closing.

This time, Rodgers took a shotgun snap and hung in in opposition to a blitz. With All-Legitimate heart linebacker Bobby Wagner bearing down because the pocket collapsed, Rodgers backed up, braced for contact and by hook or by crook purchased the ball to his tight discontinue Jimmy Graham, who used to be running a shallow corrupt.

"I held it as lengthy as I would possibly possibly possibly perhaps," Rodgers talked about. "I was expecting [Graham] to flip so he would possibly possibly possibly perhaps in discovering me, and I finally had to throw it and proper belief that he'd flip and that he'd be there. I threw it in the dirt, however he went down and made a colossal take."

Graham caught the ball on the Seattle 40 and lunged forward as Hill took him to the turf. The ball used to be noticed on the 36, only ample for a predominant down, and Graham stood up and made the peace signal -- as in, "Peace out, Seahawks."

After a lengthy replay review to assess the pronounce, the first down stood, and the Packers would possibly possibly possibly perhaps initiate to bear an excellent time as snow started to descend on the soon-to-be-frozen tundra.

Their short-term pleasure will completely be tempered by the stiff matchup expecting them in the NFC title game: The Packers must now head support to Levi's Stadium to face a high-seeded Niners team which, support in unhurried November, swallowed them up in a 37-8 victory.

Looking ahead to LaFleur will be a frightening defense in opposition to which Rodgers and the Packers had exiguous success two months previously. Oh, and the innovative offensive assault conceived by Shanahan and buoyed by LaFleur's younger brother, Mike, who's San Francisco's passing-game coordinator.

"Surely it is a broad conducting," LaFleur talked about, shortly before leaving the stadium. "They embarrassed us. All of us know they're an elite football team. They're one of many finest, obviously, in the National Football League. In say for us to beat them, we're gonna want to play our easiest, and it is gonna elevate every person on every play taking part in to the finest of their capability."

Left unstated is that Rodgers, one of many finest quarterbacks ever to play the sport, will want to attach at an exceedingly excessive level if he hopes to bear a shot at his 2d Lombardi Trophy, 9 years after he obtained MVP honors in Great Bowl XLV.

Bakhtiari, for one, hopes some skeptics will proceed to portray Rodgers as a quarterback past his high.

"I indicate, correct please, follow it," Bakhtiari talked about. "I'm hoping that folk support asserting it. Must you bear purchased a colossal player, and especially if he feels admire he is purchased something to level to, that is horrifying."

As Rodgers dressed at his locker following Sunday's game, he already had Northern California on his thoughts.

"Is 'Money,' gonna support taking part in?" Rodgers requested me, in reference to Lynch, his ancient Cal teammate.

A couple of seconds later, Lynch, silent wearing his Seahawks uniform, appeared intention the entrance to the Packers' locker room.

"Gimme your f-----' jersey!" Lynch yelled, laughing.

"Hello," Rodgers talked about, "gimme your f-----' jersey!"

As they gripping for the swap, I requested Lynch, 33, what he concept of his bear efficiency in his third game since popping out of retirement.

"Man, I note worn," he talked about. Then, turning to Rodgers, Lynch exclaimed, "Dude, the blueprint you silent halt this? How you silent? You've got been cheating, man."

Rodgers laughed, however he didn't try to argue. He had no want to brag, humble or otherwise.

In the Packers' finest game of the season, he'd reach up colossal -- that used to be correct a truth.

Apply Michael Silver on Twitter at @MikeSilver.

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Why the Bucks don’t miss Malcolm Brogdon, at least not yet

The Bucks aren’t missing Malcolm Brogdon yet.

Milwaukee is doubling down on everything that makes them great, at least so far.

The 2018-19 Milwaukee Bucks won 73 percent of their games while outscoring opponents by a league-leading 8.6 points per 100 possessions. You know what happened next. The Bucks lost four straight to the Raptors after winning the first two games of the Eastern Conference Finals, then refused to go deep into the luxury tax to retain Malcolm Brogdon, a key player in their starting lineup. If you’re a Bucks fan, you’ve probably read more critiques of that decision than you can count.

Yet sans Brogdon, the 2019-20 Bucks are 21-3, an 88 percent win rate. They’ve outscored opponents by nearly 13 points per 100 possessions, putting them even further ahead of the rest of the league. They won back-to-back games by more than 40 points, then demolished the Los Angeles Clippers, a preseason title favorite, by 28. I’m no genius, but those numbers seem better than last year.

This should lead to a series of obvious questions:

Was Brogdon’s importance to the Bucks overstated?

Was he actually a “luxury,” as managing partner Marc Lasry suggested before the season?

Forget finances: did the Bucks actually make the right basketball decision to let him go?

Was all the haranguing about the timing of his departure — right before a certain important international sensation could decide to leave a quaint little American town of nearly 600,000 people — a waste of time?

The honest answer to all of those question is that we don’t know yet. Before the season, I suggested the Bucks wouldn’t really miss Brogdon until the postseason. We, of course, have not reached the postseason and won’t for some time. Brogdon is also having an all-star caliber season for the Pacers, having transferred the direct, attacking style that served him well off the ball in Milwaukee into an on-ball role in Indiana. Watching him and screening savant Domantas Sabonis change speeds in the pick-and-roll is a basketball nerd’s dream.

And yet, the Bucks have been significantly better than they were at any point last season even without Brogdon. If he was so important to their success last year, why have they improved? And if they’ve improved this much, doesn’t that mean he really was a luxury?

Broadly, the Bucks have improved for two related reasons: their defense is somehow better, and their star is somehow better. Without Brogdon, their strengths have become super-duper-duper strengths.

Last year’s Bucks allowed the fewest points per 100 possessions in the league. They did so using a simple formula: shut off the rim, don’t foul, and don’t get caught in rotation. Oddly, they allowed a higher percentage of three-point shots than any other team in the league, which is usually a sign of a bad unit. But in Milwaukee’s case, it was by design. They made the rim a no-fly zone, so most of those threes were relatively harmless above-the-break ones like this.

Brook Lopez (and Antetokounmpo to a lesser extent) correctly received most of the credit. It looks easy to raise your arms as high as possible near the basket, but there’s a reason you don’t see zillions of Brook Lopezes around the league. It’s hard to be that big and have that much upper-body strength with athletic marvels jumping into your chest.

Still, the Bucks’ defensive strategy isn’t exactly the most complicated to diagnose. So how are they allowing four fewer points per 100 possessions this year? Why are teams shooting just 53.6 percent at the rim against them this year, nearly four percentage points lower than last year’s league-leading mark?

There are many factors. Lopez has somehow improved as a rim protector, falling less often for ball-handlers fakes.

The addition of Lopez’s brother Robin has also given Milwaukee a second towering statue around the basket.

But there’s another factor at play: better perimeter defenders playing in Brogdon’s place. Brodgon is far from a slouch, but he’s not as big as Wesley Matthews or as quick as the bench duo of Donte DiVincenzo and Pat Connaughton.

Matthews, a veteran’s minimum signing this summer, has fit in seamlessly with the Bucks’ ethos. Milwaukee allows just 96.3 points per 100 possessions with him in the game — to make an admittedly crude comparison, they allowed 102.7 per 100 with Brogdon on the floor last year. He’s bigger, more physical, and savvier than anyone the Bucks had last year, giving them another option against the Leonards of the world.

Last year, the task of stopping these players fell to Khris Middleton or Brogdon, which sapped their offensive energy (especially in Middleton’s case). Now, it’s Matthews’ job, and Leonard in particular saw the difference.

DiVincenzo and Connaughton are excellent alternatives against the quicker guards that Brogdon used to check. Their ball pressure is a delight to watch, and DiVincenzo in particular looks like a shutdown corner when playing passing lanes.

Together, those three players make the Lopii look even better. Last year, the Bucks were good at funneling drivers to the rim with enough pressure to limit their leaping ability. But Matthews, DiVincenzo, and Connaughton are even more superior clamp defenders that stay even more attached to their man’s hips on pick-and-rolls.

In different ways, against different kinds of offensive players, they ensure Milwaukee’s elite rim protectors aren’t forced to leave the hoop and get exposed in space. Brook Lopez gets credit for stoning Ivica Zubac at the rim, but Matthews made it easier by nipping at Leonard’s heels so he couldn’t finish the drive.

Brogdon did that stuff well, but not as well as Matthews, DiVincenzo, and Connaughton. And while he’s much more versatile on the other end, Milwaukee’s offense is doing just fine anyway. That’s largely because Antetokounmpo has somehow taken on more responsibility.

For years, we’ve wondered what might happen if Antetokounmpo finally developed a jump shot to go along with his incredible power game. Y’all, it’s happening. He’s up to 32 percent on threes this year while taking five a game, nearly double his career high in attempts. As I noted a couple weeks ago, his shooting form is smoother. Watch the difference on these two shots.

Defenses would still rather have Antetokounmpo shoot from the perimeter than drive, but he’s now good enough from out there to at least be honored. He even sometimes fools some dummies into biting on his pump fake!

His shooting improvement holds up from mid-range and on turnarounds on the block. Teams are honoring those shots, which allows Antetokounmpo to go through his man for layups and dunks from a standstill position rather than always having to attack on the move.

These two left-box post ups against Defensive Player of the Year candidate Jonathan Isaac illustrate Antetokounmpo’s skill development. On the first one, Isaac absorbed Antetokounmpo’s body blow and backed up to bait Antetokounmpo into shooting over him. Totally understandable, yet Antetokounmpo obliged with this nifty jump hook, a new-ish tool in his arsenal.

Two minutes later, Antetokounmpo caught the ball in the exact same spot. This time, Isaac, took a step toward Antetokounmpo, trying to body him off the spot from which he just got beat. Big mistake, because Antetokounmpo just plowed through him for a dunk.

Does Isaac do that if he hasn’t experienced Antetokounmpo besting him with a jump hook? I doubt it. That’s how possessing a deeper set of offensive tools makes a star’s strength even stronger.

Antetokounmpo’s offensive improvement has little to do with Brogdon’s departure, unless you believe Brodgon somehow held the MVP back. But if replacing Brogdon with Matthews and DiVincenzo while retaining Connaughton and George Hill improves the defense without any offensive drop-off, maybe it was a good basketball decision after all?

Well, maybe. Getting stronger at your strengths doesn’t alleviate the fear that your team is too predictable in a tight playoff series. It always helps to have offspeed pitches no matter how many extra miles one adds to their fastball. Do the Bucks have enough variety without Brogdon around?

To me, DiVincenzo’s development is the key to further threading the needle. He’s no Brogdon on offense, but he’s shown flashes of providing some of the playmaking, shooting, and direct driving that Brogdon did last year. The Bucks would be wise to coax more of this out.

The Bucks also have the two draft picks and the trade exception they received for moving Brogdon to Indiana to flip for an upgrade if they decide they need it. (If only they could trade those things for Malcolm Brogdon!).

But they could also do nothing and be in as good a position as they were with Brogdon. Remember, they dominated two playoff series with him injured last year and were a bounce away from going up 3-0 in last year’s East Finals. Further improvement from Antetokounmpo plus a more stifling defense might be the formula necessary to break through. If so, perhaps Brogdon really was a luxury player.

We won’t know for sure until June. Until then, it’s worth at least considering the possibility they were right to let him go.

CLOSEOUT OF THE WEEK

Three-point shooting is essential, yet there’s no good stat that credits defenders for the essential act of preventing a three-pointer from being taken. We must reward these efforts.

Four Lakers stopped potential open transition threes here. You love to see it.

REBOUND JOUST OF THE WEEK

Last year, I wrote about the rising trend of teammates fighting each other for defensive rebounds. These moments usually end harmlessly, but occasionally, they can cost a team. Here’s to over-aggression!

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The real MVP of this clip is Hornets play-by-play man Eric Collins, who has a knack for conveying the exact level of joy or (more commonly) frustration that Hornets fans feel in the moment. GOOD GOLLY is a call for the ages. Perfect for a moment trivial, yet frustrating during an attempted comeback.

(Shoutout to the legend John Hollinger for flagging this joust.)

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Never Again - An Edible Marijuana Horror Story

“Never again” is a phrase that you should utter with decreasing frequency as you mature: You should learn from your mistakes. When you’re a kid, the world is full of sparkly phenomena, and you have not yet accrued enough disappointments to employ skepticism in investigating the seemingly endless sources of sparkle. When you’re nine-years-old, for instance, you may not have yet learned that candied apples are detestable pieces of shit. Imagine a giant apple that you can hold on a stick, like a king with a goddamned scepter, encapsulated by a reflective deep red coating. Just the sound it must make when you bite into it, that crunch – you’re left with no choice but to force your parent or legal guardian to buy you one. Then you try one. It turns out that you can’t eat this magical apple like you would a regular apple, expecting each bite to be covered by a proportionate coating of candy, because hard candy doesn’t break like that; it shatters into many hostile shards of candy that annihilate your teeth. It turns out, shards. It turns out that if you wanted to, you could theoretically break the apple and use it as a fucking weapon. And all that work and torture went into unearthing the most flavorless, soul-crushing apple variety: A Granny Smith. Is it any wonder that so many of us develop trust issues as adults?

Sometimes, after experiencing a never again situation, you’re struck by a wave of amnesia and get pushed back into a neutral pre-trauma state. Unfortunately, when this happens, the universe is burdened with the task of correcting you in a more memorable manner.

A few months ago, I suffered a bout of this type of amnesia during an ill-fated trip to a pot dispensary. While there, I was brazen enough to pose the question, “Why don’t I ever get edibles when I shop here?”

(As a side note, yes, I used the word “shop” in this context: While I am an avid believer in the medicinal benefits of pot, whose properties are vastly complex, visiting a dispensary sure doesn’t feel very medically official. You’d be hard-pressed to find a medication called “Alaskan Thunderfuck” at a conventional pharmacy).

After interacting with the budtender at the dispensary - whose white lab coat, long Zen master’s beard and cosmic presence made me feel like I was talking to God - I got home and prepared for an epic night. I purchased a ribeye that was so beautiful that I felt like I should apologize to it for the mess in my kitchen. I was going to cook it sous vide at 130 degrees and then sear it to perfection in clarified butter. Coltrane’s Giant Steps. 16-year-old single malt Macallan. Porn, probably. I ate half of one of the grown-up lozenges that I procured and risky-business’ed my way into the shower.

As I dried off with a towel, I felt the first signs of tingling in my toes; a very welcome sensation. About 20 minutes later, as I was tinkering with the immersion circulator, I still only felt the tingling. “Shouldn’t I be giggling by now?” I wondered, “I’m preparing a bath for a steak while wearing a robe and I have a mustache. I look like I’m about to fuck this steak.” But my high seemed to be reaching stasis and I was not about to settle for the smooth jazz of evenings after dropping $25 on a single piece of meat. I popped the other half of the lozenge in my mouth and proceeded with my grooming routine as the steak-bath reached temperature.

By the time the immersion circulator reached 130 degrees, a smile appeared on my face. “That’s more like it,” I thought, “now I can honor the bull that was sacrificed for this evening appropriately.” I would have never guessed that the next five hours of my life would consist of scrotum-gripping dread.

The first signs of trouble appeared as I removed the steak from the butcher paper in preparation for its bath. I unwrapped the packet and stared in horror at the practically pulsating piece of flesh that I was about to consume. I must have stared at the thing for the better part of five minutes. “Oh, Christ,” I thought, “Not again. I’ve already been through this – I’m not going to become a vegetarian.” But I could not tolerate the idea of eating this steak so I wrapped it back up and returned it to the fridge, where I hoped it would be safe from whatever awful force was possessing me. I opted for a couple of potatoes that I “baked” in the microwave.

As the potatoes cooked, which could have occupied anywhere from a few minutes to several weeks, I noticed that I could feel my heart beating in my chest without touching it. “Does it always do that?” I wondered. Suddenly concerned, I elected to take my own pulse; I placed my index and middle fingers on my wrist and started counting. I kept losing my place and had to start over, again and again, which it turned out did not help my anxiety. But I’m not a quitter; I would take my own pulse come hell or high water. As I counted, it occurred to me that I had no clue about what constituted a normal or an abnormal pulse. “Who do I think I am,” I thought, “a fucking doctor?” But I continued to count for some reason. My efforts were then interrupted by a heinously loud siren, which catapulted me out of my kitchen chair. “JESUS CHRIST!” I exclaimed. I no longer had to check my pulse; I knew that it was off the charts at this point. I was on the verge of weeping from fear – then I realized that my potatoes were done.

I opened the microwave door to retrieve my potatoes, which now resembled the wrinkly testicles of a 90-year-old, and realized that I did not have enough saliva in my mouth to move my tongue, let alone to eat potatoes – the driest of root vegetables. I shut the door, imprisoning the potatoes in the microwave. It was time to lie down.

“This lozenge is very, very mellow,” the budtender at the dispensary said. “You’ll hardly notice that you’re high,” he said. “One might not even be enough for you,” he said. As the second half of the lozenge high-fived the first that was already reclining in a La-Z-Boy somewhere in my amygdala, I fantasized about finding that budtender, yanking him by his wizard’s beard and screaming, “IS THIS WHAT YOU MEANT BY ‘VERY, VERY MELLOW,’ YOU FECKLESS TURD?” I wanted to strap him into a “good vibe” equivalent of an electric chair and pump him with the strongest possible current of good vibes until he exploded into a supernova of ineffectuality. Because I wasn’t mellow, I was going to die. I’m not using the phrase “going to die” to indicate that I was in any actual danger, nor in a histrionic Morrissey sense (…and you go home and you cry and you want to die). No, as far as I knew, I was dying.

I’ve danced around the rainbow of anxiety experiences in my life, including several shades located in the “bad pot trip” wavelength. Most pot anxiety I’ve experienced, while often terrible, is usually short-lived: You smoke, the effects come on and intensify rapidly, you panic, you take a benzodiazepine (at least if you’re me) and 15 minutes later you’re back to watching cat videos on YouTube and eating pretzels. Easy as pie. This, on the other hand, was like some archaic form of corporal punishment – like being chained to a giant rock and then pushed off a cliff into the sea.

I was now curled up in the fetal position on my bed, my whole body trembling violently; I was a six-foot vibrator. “W-w-when will it stop?” I might have said out loud. The Ativan wasn’t working. It occurred to me that I had no idea how much time had elapsed since I had placed the tiny pill under my tongue so I grabbed a small alarm clock that was on my nightstand and placed it right in front of my face on the opposite pillow. It looked like the clock and I had just finished making love. Then I realized that tracking time might not be such a great idea so I buried the clock under the covers and proceeded with my trembling regimen.

At this point, my anxiety was so severe that my perception of reality started to waver; I felt like I was in a movie or a dream. I was so scared that nothing around me seemed real and, every time I thought my fear could not become any more severe, I was proven wrong. “Aren’t I supposed to be enlightened by now?” I wondered. I was hitherto under the impression that if I would experience a state of fear that was adequately extreme, I would ultimately be led into a state of oceanic tranquility and be one with the cosmos. “That Alan Watts didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about!” I thought.

It was now 1:23 AM according to the clock that I hid under the covers. My anxiety was not letting up and I was hallucinating. I needed to talk to someone, preferably a human. I needed to hear something other than my auditory hallucinations or the sound of my absurdly dry “NPR” mouth, the latter of which was really starting to grate on my nerves. I didn’t want to call any relatives because I was worried about being chided for my weed blunder. I called one of my friends but he was busy. Then I suddenly remembered a recent conversation with another friend who, upon learning that I was going through a bad breakup, made the mistake of telling me that I could call him whenever I wanted if I needed to talk.

“Did I wake you?” I asked. “Umm, no,” he groaned in response. “Yes, I did.” Silence. “I’m having the worst anxiety attack I’ve ever had. I’m gonna die.” “You’re not going to die. Just breathe.” The conversation consisted mainly of me proclaiming that I was going to die and my friend telling me that I was not dying. He eventually tried to distract me by transitioning to other subjects but I could not focus on what he was saying. At one point, it occurred to me that he was talking about Jeff Goldblum for a reason that was beyond my comprehension to such an extent that I considered taking another Ativan. If I was going to die, I really hoped that my last conversation would not be about Jeff Goldblum.

After about 40 minutes on the phone, multiple references to Jeff Goldblum and several hundred “I’m gonna die’s,” I felt an internal release. Finally, after about five hours of swimming through the rectum of the psychedelic spectrum, I was free. I suddenly realized that my friend was still talking. Eventually, noting my silence he asked, “You doing better?” “I think so,” I said, “I’m starving now.” I remembered that I still had those delicious wrinkled potatoes. While cradling the phone on my shoulder, I walked over to the kitchen and opened the microwave door. The potatoes looked like Guantanamo Bay detainees. I suddenly remembered Obama’s quote, “…under my administration the United States does not torture” and started laughing maniacally. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to share this thought with my friend. “I’m going to sleep,” he responded. I continued laughing when I got off the phone. I ate the potatoes and went to sleep, occasionally bursting into laughter in the dark.

The next day I woke up and treated myself to a ribeye breakfast. As I chewed the steak, I reflected on the events of the previous evening and wondered, “Was that a valuable experience?” I concluded that it might have been but only in the crudest sense. It would be like saying that the experience of intentionally hitting yourself in the balls was a valuable experience because it taught you not to do that. Would you really have to be doubled in pain to figure that one out? Still, I can say with gusto that I would sooner wipe my ass with a cactus than ever ingest another edible. Never, ever again.

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