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Dylan Cease, Painted 98mph Front Door Two Seamer. 🖌️🎨

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Punk : I'm gonna pull my car around, Joe's gonna throw him out the front door and I'm gonna run the son of a bitch over Kingston : I bet you he'll get up from that too...gotta respect it through Punk : If he kicks at two I'm gonna drive right into the ocean

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The Forgotten South

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hyunsuk and jihoon snuck into the dorms at lunch scared the staff would catch them eating ramen in secret but got even more scared when the door opened but nobody was there + it wont close on its own as it should 😭 #최현석 #지훈 (at 11:52 of the content) 🦔 (heard the sound of door code pressed, door opening and shoes taken off but the sound stopped there and nobody came in) 🦔 we thought someone arrived… tbh that time we snuck out without the staff knowing so we were alr scared 🦔 “oh we cant get caught though” so we both froze for awhile and tbh when we were trainees, they were very strict… 🦔 we were gonna eat ramen in secret that time so we hid it and figured out what to do and when we settled down, no one came in. 🦔 (said they’d hear it if they went somewhere) 🦔 from then on, bc jihoon and i get scared so easily, were like “you go!” “no, you go” and argued for about 10 mins cos we get easily scared. 🦔 i eventually went out to check but there was no one near the shoe rack and the funny thing is it was just jihoon and i, just the two of us so there should only be two pairs of shoes, though there were untiedied shoes too, but there was another pair of shoes that weren’t there when we came in. so we wondered if someone came in quietly but in the end it’s really just the two of us inside the dorms. 🦔 and what was scarier was that like in most apartment buildings, the front door force closes so strongly so if you dont hold it open, it would automatically close right? ours is the same. it wasnt even left on a veryain angle but it stayed open… 🦔 so we spent another 10 mins arguing again and i went outside thinking someone must be holding on to it but there really was no one there. so we tried closing and opening it at that angle again and let go of it but it would close definitely. it doesnt make sense right? 🦔 so thats when i first understood it when people say when you’re truly scared, you cant even scream, you just freeze. 🦔 after we snapped out of it, we wer able to check the intercom footage, but nobody got off the elevator, nobody came up the stairs either, it just showed the door opening by itself like this so we were absolutely terrified and i think we left right away.

hyunsuk and jihoon snuck into the dorms at lunch scared the staff would catch them eating ramen in secret but got even more scared when the door opened but nobody was there + it wont close on its own as it should 😭 #최현석 #지훈 (at 11:52 of the content) 🦔 (heard the sound of door code pressed, door opening and shoes taken off but the sound stopped there and nobody came in) 🦔 we thought someone arrived… tbh that time we snuck out without the staff knowing so we were alr scared 🦔 “oh we cant get caught though” so we both froze for awhile and tbh when we were trainees, they were very strict… 🦔 we were gonna eat ramen in secret that time so we hid it and figured out what to do and when we settled down, no one came in. 🦔 (said they’d hear it if they went somewhere) 🦔 from then on, bc jihoon and i get scared so easily, were like “you go!” “no, you go” and argued for about 10 mins cos we get easily scared. 🦔 i eventually went out to check but there was no one near the shoe rack and the funny thing is it was just jihoon and i, just the two of us so there should only be two pairs of shoes, though there were untiedied shoes too, but there was another pair of shoes that weren’t there when we came in. so we wondered if someone came in quietly but in the end it’s really just the two of us inside the dorms. 🦔 and what was scarier was that like in most apartment buildings, the front door force closes so strongly so if you dont hold it open, it would automatically close right? ours is the same. it wasnt even left on a veryain angle but it stayed open… 🦔 so we spent another 10 mins arguing again and i went outside thinking someone must be holding on to it but there really was no one there. so we tried closing and opening it at that angle again and let go of it but it would close definitely. it doesnt make sense right? 🦔 so thats when i first understood it when people say when you’re truly scared, you cant even scream, you just freeze. 🦔 after we snapped out of it, we wer able to check the intercom footage, but nobody got off the elevator, nobody came up the stairs either, it just showed the door opening by itself like this so we were absolutely terrified and i think we left right away.

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This is the worst art restoration in history. An 81-year-old woman with no training did it. In broad daylight. With the priest's permission. And nobody stopped her. The original was called Ecce Homo, a small fresco of Christ crowned with thorns, painted around 1930 by the Spanish artist Elías García Martínez straight onto the wall of a church in Borja, in northeastern Spain. After eighty years the damp in the walls had begun to eat the paint away, so in 2012 a parishioner named Cecilia Giménez decided to save it. She was 81, she had loved painting all her life, but she had no training whatsoever. What she left on the wall was a blurred and wide-eyed face staring out of the plaster. When the town saw it, officials assumed the church had been vandalised, and reportedly considered taking legal action. Then they found out it was Cecilia. She could not understand the fuss. "The priest knew it," she told Spanish television. "I've never tried to do anything hidden." She also insisted she had not even finished. She had left the paint to dry and gone away for two weeks, intending to come back and complete the job. She never got the chance... Within days the image had crossed the planet. The internet named it Ecce Mono, and Monkey Jesus, and Potato Jesus, and turned it into thousands of memes. Not everyone was laughing. For the people who prayed in that church, it was not a joke at all. Some of them called it a desecration, and some called it blasphemy. Whatever the world saw in the image, they had lost the face they had knelt in front of all their lives. And people now travel across the world to see the thing that replaced it. In the year after the "restoration", around 57,000 visitors came to Borja, a town most of them could not have found on a map. But the point is this: the beautiful face that Elías García Martínez painted is gone... Nobody ever thinks about him. He was a trained artist and a teacher at the fine arts school in Zaragoza, and around 1930 he stood in front of that wall and painted the face of Christ onto it by hand. The whole world knows what happened to his painting. Almost nobody knows his name.

This is the worst art restoration in history. An 81-year-old woman with no training did it. In broad daylight. With the priest's permission. And nobody stopped her. The original was called Ecce Homo, a small fresco of Christ crowned with thorns, painted around 1930 by the Spanish artist Elías García Martínez straight onto the wall of a church in Borja, in northeastern Spain. After eighty years the damp in the walls had begun to eat the paint away, so in 2012 a parishioner named Cecilia Giménez decided to save it. She was 81, she had loved painting all her life, but she had no training whatsoever. What she left on the wall was a blurred and wide-eyed face staring out of the plaster. When the town saw it, officials assumed the church had been vandalised, and reportedly considered taking legal action. Then they found out it was Cecilia. She could not understand the fuss. "The priest knew it," she told Spanish television. "I've never tried to do anything hidden." She also insisted she had not even finished. She had left the paint to dry and gone away for two weeks, intending to come back and complete the job. She never got the chance... Within days the image had crossed the planet. The internet named it Ecce Mono, and Monkey Jesus, and Potato Jesus, and turned it into thousands of memes. Not everyone was laughing. For the people who prayed in that church, it was not a joke at all. Some of them called it a desecration, and some called it blasphemy. Whatever the world saw in the image, they had lost the face they had knelt in front of all their lives. And people now travel across the world to see the thing that replaced it. In the year after the "restoration", around 57,000 visitors came to Borja, a town most of them could not have found on a map. But the point is this: the beautiful face that Elías García Martínez painted is gone... Nobody ever thinks about him. He was a trained artist and a teacher at the fine arts school in Zaragoza, and around 1930 he stood in front of that wall and painted the face of Christ onto it by hand. The whole world knows what happened to his painting. Almost nobody knows his name.

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Canadian citizen Adi Vital-Kaploun (33) was sheltering in her home in Kibbutz Holit when Hamas terrorists attacked. They murdered her in front of her sons, Negev (4) and Eshel (4.5 months), and booby-trapped her body in case anyone tried to move it. Six terrorists then broke into Avital Aladjem’s house next door, where she was hiding with another neighbor, US citizen Hayim Katzman (32). The terrorists murdered Hayim and took Avital hostage, and used her, Negev, and Eshel as human shields as they walked through the kibbutz, setting houses and cars on fire. The terrorists then forced Avital to walk to Gaza carrying Eshel while one of the terrorists carried Negev, who had been shot in the leg. For some inexplicable reason, after crossing the Gaza border, the terrorists abandoned them, and Avital managed to make her way back to Holit with the children, hiding from terrorists along the way. There, she reunited the children with their father, and they were evacuated to safety. Hamas tried to exploit the Vital-Kaploun children to promote a blatantly false “humanitarian” narrative. They shared a propaganda video of the two traumatized children being “cared for” by Hamas terrorists, after their mother had been murdered in front of them and before they were kidnapped. Hamas also tried to exploit a video of Avital and the children making their way back from Gaza, claiming they freed a mother and her children out of the goodness of their hearts. In reality, they murdered the children’s mother in front of them and kidnapped the children with their neighbor, and likely abandoned them after getting tired of carrying the screaming children.

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17,044 views • 10 months ago

🚨 Burglary Investigation – Community Assistance Needed 🚨 On June 23, 2025, at approximately 4:34 AM, two suspects broke into Amai Coffee (1701 Pico Blvd) by shattering the glass front door. The suspects were captured on surveillance footage and fled the scene in a white or silver sedan (unknown make/model). 👥 Suspect Descriptions: • Suspect 1: Male, average build, wearing a black sweater, black face mask, blue jeans, and black shoes. • Suspect 2: Male, average build, wearing a black FILA sweater (white lettering), red face mask, black pants, and black shoes. Although no items were reported stolen, the forced entry caused approximately $1,000 in damage to the storefront. A similar burglary occurred at this location three months ago, and a neighboring business, Dr. T House, was also targeted around the same time. If you recognize these suspects, the vehicle, or have any information that may assist in this investigation, please contact Detective Sean Baker (sean.baker@santamonica.gov ) or Detective Sergeant Shaun Cooney (Shaun.Cooney@santamonica.gov) at 310-458-8932. Your support is vital in helping us maintain the safety of the Santa Monica community.

🚨 Burglary Investigation – Community Assistance Needed 🚨 On June 23, 2025, at approximately 4:34 AM, two suspects broke into Amai Coffee (1701 Pico Blvd) by shattering the glass front door. The suspects were captured on surveillance footage and fled the scene in a white or silver sedan (unknown make/model). 👥 Suspect Descriptions: • Suspect 1: Male, average build, wearing a black sweater, black face mask, blue jeans, and black shoes. • Suspect 2: Male, average build, wearing a black FILA sweater (white lettering), red face mask, black pants, and black shoes. Although no items were reported stolen, the forced entry caused approximately $1,000 in damage to the storefront. A similar burglary occurred at this location three months ago, and a neighboring business, Dr. T House, was also targeted around the same time. If you recognize these suspects, the vehicle, or have any information that may assist in this investigation, please contact Detective Sean Baker ([email protected] ) or Detective Sergeant Shaun Cooney ([email protected]) at 310-458-8932. Your support is vital in helping us maintain the safety of the Santa Monica community.

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My mother adopted me after I was abandoned on her doorstep—25 years later, after I had become successful, my biological mother appeared out of nowhere. When my mom was young, she had a serious accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors told her she would never walk again and that she would never be able to have children. Then, twenty-five years ago, she heard a baby crying outside her front door. When she opened it, she found a newborn baby girl lying there. That baby was me. There was nothing but a baby carrier and a handwritten note saying I had been abandoned. My mother didn't hesitate for long. She adopted me immediately, even though everyone around her tried to stop her. A single woman, permanently in a wheelchair—no one believed she could raise a child on her own. But she proved everyone wrong. My mother was there for me every step of the way. It was always just the two of us. She came to every school performance, took me to dance classes, and cried when I graduated from college. She is my entire world 🙏

My mother adopted me after I was abandoned on her doorstep—25 years later, after I had become successful, my biological mother appeared out of nowhere. When my mom was young, she had a serious accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors told her she would never walk again and that she would never be able to have children. Then, twenty-five years ago, she heard a baby crying outside her front door. When she opened it, she found a newborn baby girl lying there. That baby was me. There was nothing but a baby carrier and a handwritten note saying I had been abandoned. My mother didn't hesitate for long. She adopted me immediately, even though everyone around her tried to stop her. A single woman, permanently in a wheelchair—no one believed she could raise a child on her own. But she proved everyone wrong. My mother was there for me every step of the way. It was always just the two of us. She came to every school performance, took me to dance classes, and cried when I graduated from college. She is my entire world 🙏

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Iqra Saifi

25,829 views • 4 months ago

This is the account given by the woman featured in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.

This is the account given by the woman featured in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.

Gabriele Corno

112,500 views • 16 days ago

"A neighbor’s Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son — or even I — was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still… their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The first time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn’t secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn’t misbehavior anymore, it was determination. “I’m so sorry,” the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. “He got out again… and came straight here.” I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn’t run. Didn’t bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn’t looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home… I didn’t feel chosen. I felt trapped. I just didn’t know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn’t replacing anything. He wasn’t asking for anything I couldn’t give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he’d visit, I’d keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he’s escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn’t feel empty anymore.

"A neighbor’s Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son — or even I — was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still… their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The first time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn’t secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn’t misbehavior anymore, it was determination. “I’m so sorry,” the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. “He got out again… and came straight here.” I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn’t run. Didn’t bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn’t looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home… I didn’t feel chosen. I felt trapped. I just didn’t know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn’t replacing anything. He wasn’t asking for anything I couldn’t give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he’d visit, I’d keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he’s escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn’t feel empty anymore.

Crazy Moments

234,569 views • 1 month ago