Vodka gummy bears come n get it #BillsMafia

Is the US going to play England on July 4th? This would be EPIC.

Rich Paul says the spurs don’t need to keep their core together and they have the potential to be like the old spurs . De'Aaron Fox is Tony Parker . Stephon castle is Kawhi Leonard . Dylan harper is Manu ginobli and Victor Wembanyama is Tim Duncan . You just need a big man

Restaurant was serving more than just food that day 😂

👤EVE👤 📺TINY DESK CONCERT📺 SETLIST: ⬜️ SATISFACTION ⬜️ WHAT YA WANT ⬜️ GOTTA MAN ⬜️ GANGSTA LOVIN’ ⬜️ LET ME BLOW YA MIND ⬜️ TAMBOURINE ⬜️ WHO'S THAT GIRL 🚨OUT NOW🚨

👤WU-TANG CLAN👤 📺THE TONIGHT SHOW WITH JIMMY FALLON PERFORMANCE📺 ◻️IN CELEBRATION OF THE NEW YORK KNICKS WINNING A CHAMPIONSHIP◻️ 🚨OUT NOW🚨

We have the best food in the world🫶🏽🇲🇽🫶🏽🇲🇽🙏🇲🇽🙏🇲🇽👍

America, as seen through the eyes of a South African….

Buc-ee's just needs to have a section for reviews from all the World Cup visitors, it's better than any marketing campaign they'd ever pay for at this point 😂

I am so patriotic right now

Boston Police brought out the dance moves for the Cape Verde celebrations (via IG/exploringscotlandsmountains)

USA. I went to a Texas BBQ restaurant. The man at the counter asked: brisket or ribs? I stood very still. In my country, this question has another name. It is called choosing a clan. Brisket: slow. Patient. It has waited 14 hours for this moment. Fourteen hours of smoke and silence. This is the way of discipline. This is the way of my teachers. Ribs: bold. Immediate. They arrive already holding their weapon. They do not wait. They do not explain themselves. This is the way of instinct. This is the way of warriors who do not return. I asked the man which was better. He said: "Depends on the person." I stared at him for a long time. This was not an answer. This was a test. Perhaps the most important test of my life. I chose brisket. I sat down. I prepared myself. The ribs arrived at the next table. They smelled of smoke and oak and something I cannot name in any language. The man eating them did not look at his food. He looked at nothing. He had already transcended. I went back to the counter. "I made an error," I said. "Ribs." I sat down again. The brisket at the next table glistened quietly. Fourteen hours of patience. Fourteen hours of waiting. Looking at me. Not with anger. With something worse. With understanding. I went back. "Brisket," I said. "I have returned." The man at the counter said nothing. He had seen this before. Brisket. Ribs. Brisket. Ribs. On my fourth approach, he placed both on the counter without speaking. I understood then: there is no choosing. There is only the truth of what you already are. And what I am, apparently, is someone who cannot leave a BBQ restaurant. I ate. I could not finish. I sat with the remains for a very long time. The other customers left. New customers arrived. I was still there. The man came to my table at closing time. "You doing okay?" I told him I was conducting a funeral. He nodded like this was a reasonable thing to say. A ninja does not choose between brisket and ribs. A ninja orders both and sits with the consequences until the restaurant closes. Is this normal in Texas? And which one was right? I need to know. I am going back tomorrow.