RT @Purplezmbiegrl: She is one argument away from being homeless. Stay woke.

Who decides this is a talking point? It’s a fucking minor. Fucking cucks. Leave her the fuck alone.

Dear restaurants, Bring back the physical menus. Nobody wants to be scanning QR codes when they're hungry. Regards: The whole world.

Hey Muchachos👋 I'm having a bad time and keep getting shut down after a few likes or comments so please bear with me if I'm a bit slow responding to anyone. Hope everyone has a #HappyObamaDay today! PS: This is the only thing I wish Don Don today #Smokefleet #Freedumb250👊

Dude is so fucked up making this video. @timburchett can suck a dick.

Yup

Maybe I’m too woke but I miss 5 years ago when saying the word “retarded” was genuinely nasty and made people look at you like a monster

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

The photo features a real, living human being Swedish social media influencer Felicia Gross. However, the account operating it is part of a larger, coordinated network of fake "political influencers". While the photo is real, the identity behind the screen is manufactured.

Of course, he can grow facial hair… he just prefers to get a full wax around his neck vagina

Clogged pores..

Team 5th Place

If you hear MAGA ranting about this word, I want you to know it was me.

Just Pray is a ❄️

I doubt that sheriff can run.

Fucking morons. Vote Blue November 3. Fuck the GOP.

She’s locked the comments 🤣🤣🤣

I'm so throttled I can't see my own posts. Can you? Leave a 👋