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Back for another conjugal visit inside these cold prison walls, my knocked-up little twink slut couldn’t wait to waddle through security just to show his Big Black Daddy the massive swollen belly I put on him last time 😈 I’m locked up in here doing hard time, but they...

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Yesterday morning did not start out how this family was expecting it to at their ranch. They got an animal alert on their security camera and were surprised to see a dog hanging out by their gate. Their dogs were barking at him, so they put them inside and went back down to investigate. He was curled up in that corner of their fence for nearly an hour when they looked back at the camera footage. They could see he was a puppy and were hoping he'd just wandered from his home. They took him up to their dog ranch to see if they can reunite him with his family. They wait 7 days to see if they can find owners and then they put them up for adoption. I hope I’m wrong but he is about the right age for a Christmas puppy that has now gotten too big. 💔😢 I hate people but what a beautiful boy. ❤️

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Yesterday, May 19, I arrived for a visit with Marwan Barghouti — a meeting that had been scheduled more than a month ago. I was expecting to ask him what he had gone through over the past month, and what kind of torture he had suffered at the hands of this criminal regime and the violent, criminal IPS prison guards. I drove for more than two hours into the middle of the desert. Two minutes after I entered the prison, an alarm sounded and a “state of emergency” was declared. The guards told me and another lawyer who was waiting there to go home, because we would not be able to enter today. So I drove back for more than two hours again — about five hours in total, for nothing, without meeting my client. This is not the first time this has happened to me, and I doubt there really was a “state of emergency.” I do not believe a word they say. #FREEPALESTİNE

Ben Marmarelli بن مرمريلي בן מרמרלי

22,797 views • 4 months ago

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"I don't fight with Sogeumi these days. We don't fight, Sogeumi wakes me up every morning. These days, fans gave snacks to Sogeumi as a gift. The little boy opened his eyes wide when he saw a new snack. "Huh? What's this? This is a new snack for me." His eyes really changed the way he looked at me. These days between 7 and 8 am, someone plays, runs, and climbs in my bed. If he had already climbed up (on the bed), he would kiss me, rub me, cuddle me for about five minutes, and then suddenly sleep under my feet. But if my mother calls him, he will run fast. That's my small happiness these days. Even during and after filming, I will go to Sogeumi, I need to say hello to Sogeumi~"

juyz 🎨

20,876 views • 3 years ago

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hawkward

65,695 views • 2 years ago

ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”
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ＢＬＡＺＥ ＯＦ ＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

No Limits Wrestling 🔞 brutal gay fetish fiction

11,681 views • 1 year ago

Can any of my friends from the Boomer Generation answer this for me? Why are the Boomers so offended when ask to see their ID? This bank teller was explaining how she goes through this all the time. They always tell her that they’ve been banking there longer than she’s been alive. Showing an ID is just a simple measure to prevent fraud and theft, yet they yell at her for it. I ask because this happens to me all the time, even on the phone. Back at the pizza shop I would have an elderly man call in an order for food and most of the time he picks it up himself, no problem at all. However he started sending other people to pick it up as well as have other people calling the order. When the person picking up shows me his card which I recognize his name which had his photo on it, I won’t accept it without and ID as well, just a precaution. He then had to come all the way down there just to yell at me because obviously it’s for him and I shouldn’t have hassled him. I tried to explain to him when he calls it in and picks it up I know it’s him. However when others call it in and pick it up, I can’t verify if it’s actually legit or not, what if somebody stole his card and tried to use it. He still had an issue with it and explains that his grandkids should be able to use his card, I tell him that’s not how it works and if he kept giving my staff a hard time I would ban him from the store. I don’t need anybody threatening the workers over something meant to protect him. Should I just have let anybody use his card without verification at the shop? What if somebody did steal his card and spent his money, then he would have been mad at me for letting them do it.
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Can any of my friends from the Boomer Generation answer this for me? Why are the Boomers so offended when ask to see their ID? This bank teller was explaining how she goes through this all the time. They always tell her that they’ve been banking there longer than she’s been alive. Showing an ID is just a simple measure to prevent fraud and theft, yet they yell at her for it. I ask because this happens to me all the time, even on the phone. Back at the pizza shop I would have an elderly man call in an order for food and most of the time he picks it up himself, no problem at all. However he started sending other people to pick it up as well as have other people calling the order. When the person picking up shows me his card which I recognize his name which had his photo on it, I won’t accept it without and ID as well, just a precaution. He then had to come all the way down there just to yell at me because obviously it’s for him and I shouldn’t have hassled him. I tried to explain to him when he calls it in and picks it up I know it’s him. However when others call it in and pick it up, I can’t verify if it’s actually legit or not, what if somebody stole his card and tried to use it. He still had an issue with it and explains that his grandkids should be able to use his card, I tell him that’s not how it works and if he kept giving my staff a hard time I would ban him from the store. I don’t need anybody threatening the workers over something meant to protect him. Should I just have let anybody use his card without verification at the shop? What if somebody did steal his card and spent his money, then he would have been mad at me for letting them do it.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

20,521 views • 2 months ago

I remember when I was young, around 10-11 years old. My parents were both asleep as was my brother. I heard a knock on the back door which was weird because who uses the back door at a stranger’s house? The kitchen window was close by so I take a look. It looked like a teenager but hard to tell because they had a hoodie with the hood up. I didn’t open the door but I did crack the window and asked them what they wanted. They replied they were lost and wanted to come in to warm up and use the phone. Even when it’s daylight I know never to let anybody in period that I didn’t know, but a stranger after midnight was weird enough. I said no because I didn’t know them. Then they said that hey knew my dad and that’s why he came by. I said that’s fine and all but I’m not letting you use our phone. This was before cellphones were widely used, we had a landline like most people. The person wouldn’t take no for an answer and I could sense he was getting angry. I went and woke up my dad, I told him there was somebody at the back door and that he said they knew him. He walked to the door and looked out and said he didn’t know him. But he did talk through the door and told him that he was calling the police and that he should just leave. The person just stood there until the police finally came and even they asked him what he was doing knocking on the door at that hour. He told them he was lost and thought this was a house of a family friend. The police told him my dad didn’t know him and made him leave. So was this a case of wrong house or was he up to something. It makes me still wonder to this day but I’m still glad I never opened the door.
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I remember when I was young, around 10-11 years old. My parents were both asleep as was my brother. I heard a knock on the back door which was weird because who uses the back door at a stranger’s house? The kitchen window was close by so I take a look. It looked like a teenager but hard to tell because they had a hoodie with the hood up. I didn’t open the door but I did crack the window and asked them what they wanted. They replied they were lost and wanted to come in to warm up and use the phone. Even when it’s daylight I know never to let anybody in period that I didn’t know, but a stranger after midnight was weird enough. I said no because I didn’t know them. Then they said that hey knew my dad and that’s why he came by. I said that’s fine and all but I’m not letting you use our phone. This was before cellphones were widely used, we had a landline like most people. The person wouldn’t take no for an answer and I could sense he was getting angry. I went and woke up my dad, I told him there was somebody at the back door and that he said they knew him. He walked to the door and looked out and said he didn’t know him. But he did talk through the door and told him that he was calling the police and that he should just leave. The person just stood there until the police finally came and even they asked him what he was doing knocking on the door at that hour. He told them he was lost and thought this was a house of a family friend. The police told him my dad didn’t know him and made him leave. So was this a case of wrong house or was he up to something. It makes me still wonder to this day but I’m still glad I never opened the door.

SonnyBoy🇺🇸

117,986 views • 1 month ago

So, life update that worries me... Didn't sleep well last night. Was too worried if this drunk and drugged-up native was going to come back. My daughter took the garbage out and forgot to lock the door when she came inside. This guy showed up about 10 minutes later, and walked into my house. We were both just in our sleep shirts, relaxing, she in the living room and I was in ny bedroom working on an article Im posting shortly. I came scrambling out of my bedroom and found this guy plastered drunk standing in my kitchen. I immediately forced him out the door into the porch and closed the door behind me, putting myself between him and the door. He was so drunk he couldn't speak words, just mumbled. I calmly told him to get lost. He just smiled and stared at me with all his tear drop tattoos next to his eyes scrunching up. I told him again to leave. He stood there looking stupid. Finally I told him if he didnt leave I would call the cops, then I turned around, went inside, locked the door and retrieved my firearm. I had enough time to load ammo into a clip, get the trigger lock off my firearm and get back to the front of the house to find him sitting in the car still. I was waiting to see if he was leaving, or coming back. Because he gave off a vibe that he was willing to get violent for whatever he was pursuing. Just after Dave died, a white vehicle showed up and parked next door on the road at the abandoned property. A man came to my door and kept trying to get me to go to his vehicle to "look at something". Of course I didnt go with him, but it was enough to get me to hire an electrician to install the security cameras, especially after my kid's bow was stolen. I have 3 more cameras to go up still. But since Dave passed away I have to hire people to do these things and, well, its not cheap or easy and definitely hard to find someone with the time in their schedule to fit me in. I showed this video clip to a person I know here in town, who informed me this guy and his friend were revived multiple times over the weekend from fentanyl overdoses. All I know is the guy was so plastered if I lit a match while he talked he would have become a human mmolatov.i have no idea who drove him. As soon as the snow is gone, I will be fortifying my property like its a military compound so the next time one of these fuckers shows up word will spread real quick not to mess with "The Widow" as I've learned I am called in this town. Yes, I filed a police report and yes, I have passed on the footage to RCMP.
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So, life update that worries me... Didn't sleep well last night. Was too worried if this drunk and drugged-up native was going to come back. My daughter took the garbage out and forgot to lock the door when she came inside. This guy showed up about 10 minutes later, and walked into my house. We were both just in our sleep shirts, relaxing, she in the living room and I was in ny bedroom working on an article Im posting shortly. I came scrambling out of my bedroom and found this guy plastered drunk standing in my kitchen. I immediately forced him out the door into the porch and closed the door behind me, putting myself between him and the door. He was so drunk he couldn't speak words, just mumbled. I calmly told him to get lost. He just smiled and stared at me with all his tear drop tattoos next to his eyes scrunching up. I told him again to leave. He stood there looking stupid. Finally I told him if he didnt leave I would call the cops, then I turned around, went inside, locked the door and retrieved my firearm. I had enough time to load ammo into a clip, get the trigger lock off my firearm and get back to the front of the house to find him sitting in the car still. I was waiting to see if he was leaving, or coming back. Because he gave off a vibe that he was willing to get violent for whatever he was pursuing. Just after Dave died, a white vehicle showed up and parked next door on the road at the abandoned property. A man came to my door and kept trying to get me to go to his vehicle to "look at something". Of course I didnt go with him, but it was enough to get me to hire an electrician to install the security cameras, especially after my kid's bow was stolen. I have 3 more cameras to go up still. But since Dave passed away I have to hire people to do these things and, well, its not cheap or easy and definitely hard to find someone with the time in their schedule to fit me in. I showed this video clip to a person I know here in town, who informed me this guy and his friend were revived multiple times over the weekend from fentanyl overdoses. All I know is the guy was so plastered if I lit a match while he talked he would have become a human mmolatov.i have no idea who drove him. As soon as the snow is gone, I will be fortifying my property like its a military compound so the next time one of these fuckers shows up word will spread real quick not to mess with "The Widow" as I've learned I am called in this town. Yes, I filed a police report and yes, I have passed on the footage to RCMP.

Melanie In Saskatchewan

44,530 views • 6 months ago

I just watched this testimony by 9/11 firefighter John Morabito and I feel so sick. ''I could feel something going underneath the tires of my truck. And it was slippery and soft. And I said, ''This is people. We’re running over people.'' In front of One World Trade Center ... I see a man come walking out, and he’s completely engulfed in flames. He’s on fire. And his skin is dripping like wax. He’s just falling to the ground. And he stops in the middle of the street, and he looks up at me, and I can see his eyes are black, and his hair is gone, and he’s on fire, and I’m like, ''Oh, my God.'' We started spraying him down, and we were using a fire blanket to help put out the flames, and his skin was sticking to the blanket. We were pulling his skin off. And I found out later on that 85% of his body was burned, but that he did survive ... in hindsight, he saved my life, this guy. And he probably saved the life of these ambulance drivers as well.''
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I just watched this testimony by 9/11 firefighter John Morabito and I feel so sick. ''I could feel something going underneath the tires of my truck. And it was slippery and soft. And I said, ''This is people. We’re running over people.'' In front of One World Trade Center ... I see a man come walking out, and he’s completely engulfed in flames. He’s on fire. And his skin is dripping like wax. He’s just falling to the ground. And he stops in the middle of the street, and he looks up at me, and I can see his eyes are black, and his hair is gone, and he’s on fire, and I’m like, ''Oh, my God.'' We started spraying him down, and we were using a fire blanket to help put out the flames, and his skin was sticking to the blanket. We were pulling his skin off. And I found out later on that 85% of his body was burned, but that he did survive ... in hindsight, he saved my life, this guy. And he probably saved the life of these ambulance drivers as well.''

Drew Pavlou 🇦🇺🇺🇸🇺🇦🇹🇼

430,042 views • 9 days ago

Gwen Stefani opens up about the “miracle” that brought her back to God. “I was desperate… I really wanted to have another baby. And I couldn’t. And I was old.” “And then my oldest boy, Kingston, comes up to me. He said: ‘Mommy, I really want you to have a baby.’” “I said: ‘I’m sorry, your mommy’s too old to have a baby now.’” “And he just, out of his own… he was like, ‘Please God, let my mom have a baby.’” “And I just was sitting there going, ‘Wow, look at my little boy. He’s praying for me.’ And he was doing it every night.” “And I never asked him to do that. I never taught him that, really.” “Four weeks later, I was pregnant with Apollo, who I had at 44 years old. Naturally. Totally a full-on gift. And that was the first miracle.”
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Gwen Stefani opens up about the “miracle” that brought her back to God. “I was desperate… I really wanted to have another baby. And I couldn’t. And I was old.” “And then my oldest boy, Kingston, comes up to me. He said: ‘Mommy, I really want you to have a baby.’” “I said: ‘I’m sorry, your mommy’s too old to have a baby now.’” “And he just, out of his own… he was like, ‘Please God, let my mom have a baby.’” “And I just was sitting there going, ‘Wow, look at my little boy. He’s praying for me.’ And he was doing it every night.” “And I never asked him to do that. I never taught him that, really.” “Four weeks later, I was pregnant with Apollo, who I had at 44 years old. Naturally. Totally a full-on gift. And that was the first miracle.”

The Vigilant Fox 🦊

939,525 views • 5 months ago

.Ben Thompson says his "most profound experience" with AI came from building "GeckoBot," an agent that lets him offload tasks for his personal assistant whenever they come to mind, then briefs his assistant when he's back at work. "I'm a massive believer in not obsessing about your weaknesses. Double down on your strengths and then pay someone to take care of your weaknesses. That is generally my life philosophy." "When I built GeckoBot, I would be doing something on the weekend and think, 'Oh, this needs to be done.'" "But I felt bad texting my assistant on the weekend. So I would tell the bot what needs to be done, then when he shows up Monday morning, it sends a briefing with all the stuff that I wanted over the weekend. His joy and relief was unbelievable." "It's meaningful to see him happier and his life tangibly better. He's like, 'This is the greatest week of work of my life.'" "I don't want to take advantage of his predilection to do his job well and let him enjoy time with his family."
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.Ben Thompson says his "most profound experience" with AI came from building "GeckoBot," an agent that lets him offload tasks for his personal assistant whenever they come to mind, then briefs his assistant when he's back at work. "I'm a massive believer in not obsessing about your weaknesses. Double down on your strengths and then pay someone to take care of your weaknesses. That is generally my life philosophy." "When I built GeckoBot, I would be doing something on the weekend and think, 'Oh, this needs to be done.'" "But I felt bad texting my assistant on the weekend. So I would tell the bot what needs to be done, then when he shows up Monday morning, it sends a briefing with all the stuff that I wanted over the weekend. His joy and relief was unbelievable." "It's meaningful to see him happier and his life tangibly better. He's like, 'This is the greatest week of work of my life.'" "I don't want to take advantage of his predilection to do his job well and let him enjoy time with his family."

TBPN

33,096 views • 2 days ago

Kevin Garnett recounts the time Kobe Bryant snuck into the locker room to ask NBA vets for advice. “I come in and see this kid sitting in my seat. I’m thinking maybe it’s somebody’s son in the locker room. I said, ‘What’s up, young fella? Let me get right here.’ He was like, ‘What’s up, yo?’” “His eyes were so intense. He just wanted to know what the next level was like.” “We sat there and talked for like two hours while the bus was supposed to be leaving. Flip let us talk.” “I was telling him, ‘For me, it was like this. I had to do this, I had to do that.’ And he wasn’t even really talking back. He was just listening like, ‘Yeah, yeah… I’m coming. I’m telling you right now, I’m coming.’”
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Kevin Garnett recounts the time Kobe Bryant snuck into the locker room to ask NBA vets for advice. “I come in and see this kid sitting in my seat. I’m thinking maybe it’s somebody’s son in the locker room. I said, ‘What’s up, young fella? Let me get right here.’ He was like, ‘What’s up, yo?’” “His eyes were so intense. He just wanted to know what the next level was like.” “We sat there and talked for like two hours while the bus was supposed to be leaving. Flip let us talk.” “I was telling him, ‘For me, it was like this. I had to do this, I had to do that.’ And he wasn’t even really talking back. He was just listening like, ‘Yeah, yeah… I’m coming. I’m telling you right now, I’m coming.’”

Etan

213,747 views • 3 months ago

A man faces four felony charges-which include child abuse, child neglect, child endangerment, and strangulation—after allegedly pushing his stepson's head into a window, dragging him across the room, and placing him in a choke hold. ‼️BACKSTORY‼️ I spoke to my son about this, and he said I can release this video because no one has ever seen or heard his side of the story of being raised in a household with a stepfather who he felt hated him and abused him, without my knowledge. I didn't learn about No Name's physical abuse to my son until after the divorce. That's when my son told me everything. This was the day No Name ended our marriage and left, and began openly dating his mistress. His story was he left his family because he was unhappy. The truth was he was having an affair and used this situation as his catalyst to leave. This is the video that lead to his CPS case and criminal conviction where he faced 4 felony counts (child abuse, child neglect, child endangerment, and strangulation). Rhonda Forsberg saw this video and still have him joint custody, knowing he was a potential threat to children. He pled guilty to all these charges, was on probation, and served no time since this was his first offense. My daughter died in his care during his custodial time and now it's time for me to speak for my children (all of them) and tell everything we endured these last / years. This is why I'm tighting so hard for change, starting with the court system. I was quiet while my baby was alive to protect her, but now I have fight for her justice and the justice for my son as well. There's no more custody courts involved so now I can speak. This was Kyleigh in the background, she was only 10 years old. Her birthday was the next day. And Kali was the one running to come and get me.
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A man faces four felony charges-which include child abuse, child neglect, child endangerment, and strangulation—after allegedly pushing his stepson's head into a window, dragging him across the room, and placing him in a choke hold. ‼️BACKSTORY‼️ I spoke to my son about this, and he said I can release this video because no one has ever seen or heard his side of the story of being raised in a household with a stepfather who he felt hated him and abused him, without my knowledge. I didn't learn about No Name's physical abuse to my son until after the divorce. That's when my son told me everything. This was the day No Name ended our marriage and left, and began openly dating his mistress. His story was he left his family because he was unhappy. The truth was he was having an affair and used this situation as his catalyst to leave. This is the video that lead to his CPS case and criminal conviction where he faced 4 felony counts (child abuse, child neglect, child endangerment, and strangulation). Rhonda Forsberg saw this video and still have him joint custody, knowing he was a potential threat to children. He pled guilty to all these charges, was on probation, and served no time since this was his first offense. My daughter died in his care during his custodial time and now it's time for me to speak for my children (all of them) and tell everything we endured these last / years. This is why I'm tighting so hard for change, starting with the court system. I was quiet while my baby was alive to protect her, but now I have fight for her justice and the justice for my son as well. There's no more custody courts involved so now I can speak. This was Kyleigh in the background, she was only 10 years old. Her birthday was the next day. And Kali was the one running to come and get me.

LASHY BILLS

1,043,331 views • 8 months ago