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One thing I've noticed from watching you tube casino content is that the content creators all copy each other. If one of them plays a new game and wins on it, the other has it in the next video. I always take all of this content with a grain of salt cause I'm not an idiot.

Everything that those people are saying now will be used against them in the Haug interrogations.

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Sometimes I have to tell myself that I'm just an average person and I can't fix the world. I'm not one of the greedy billionaires hoarding money.

Today’s #junkjournal

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Well, California gets our new maps for the midterms. That's hilarious.

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Do not blame my friend. I probably should have tried harder to find her in the club and waited outside for her.

They drove me back there. Where I waited for my friend to find me. The moral of this story is that you will find good everywhere and the color of one's skin doesn't make you good or bad. You do. /end STORYTIME.

I was gasping for breath in full blown panic attack when a taxi cab pulled up and two men got up out of it. I don't know who they were but they noticed I was in trouble. Two lovely brown young men likely saved my life that night. Fortunately I remembered my friends address. Free of charge

I lost her in the crowd of bodies dancing, drinking, drugs. It was the 80s, age of experimentation. I was desperate, I had to get out of there and I didn't know what to do.No cellphones, unreliable phone system.I made my way outside the club. Keep in mind this is when M-19 was kidnapping foreigners.

a blue eyed, blonde haired voluptuous (aka fat) sixteen year old with self esteem issues. A friend who liked to party was better than no friends. So I went and that's the night I learned I had crowd anxiety. I could barely breathe, it was horrible, and I couldn't find her immediately.

I lived in Bogota, Colombia. I went there in 1985/1987. Oh what a traumatic couple of years. Anyway, this is the story. I had a friend I liked a lot but one night I was staying at her place and she wanted to go out to a club. I completely did not but could not wait at her place. Keep in mind I am

Real Talk. Speaking as a white woman who has lived in Latin America during her teenage years. I can tell you that brown people are just like white people. The color of the skin does not make you better or worse. People are just that. People. STORY TIME, sit down children. When I was sixteen...

I couldn't sleep until I watched all of Wonderman. It's really really really good.

Wonderman is the Buddy Duo we don't deserve but the one we all didn't know we needed. 10/10

Because I don't vote to shoot myself in the face, I will fucking vote for any blue ticket but first I am going to research that person and you can be sure and certain in any primaries I will not vote for anyone who seems like a republican.

There is only so many times I can say I told you so, but I did. In 2015.

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Read the story The Boy Who Cried Wolf and then you’ll get why the message is not getting through.

There are better ways to inform people of bad situations and sensationalism just gets my goat.

I am also fed up with people saying Five Alarm Fire every damn day

The more times people declare: this is unprecedented gives less meaning to the word

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There is nothing I dislike more than histrionics and hypocrisy.

It is very much a characteristic of abusers to blame the victim.