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Hot couch destruction 🔥🍆💦 Started pounding hard on the sofa, switched nonstop: deep doggy, legs-up missionary, floor drill with legs high, back to doggy with face-stomping while balls-deep. Bred me deep, no break. Then he got me on all fours, milked my cock til my bussy squirted his load... show more

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Take away his mic!" That’s what Chicago Mayor Brandon Johnson snapped at his press secretary before turning his anger on me. Then he got right in my face: "Don’t ever interrupt me again," he threatened. He was fired up the second he saw me yesterday—still pissed off about my video last week on his well-paid anti-police staff including Kennedy Bartley. He didn’t like the questions, and he made damn sure I couldn’t ask more. Cut me off four times, and twice he threatened me. But I’ve got the full video for you to judge for yourself and see if you agree with him that crime in Chicago is down. It’s the same tired line we heard from Lightfoot. I brought up the murder of 18-year-old Jess Kendall near the United Center on Sunday, the site of the DNC Convention. His response? Barely even touched it. Then I pressed him if he and his wife are going to reduce their 200+ police officer security detail—while the city’s down 2,000 cops. And as usual, he filibustered me with double talk. City Hall was more hostile than usual. #thatreporter

Take away his mic!" That’s what Chicago Mayor Brandon Johnson snapped at his press secretary before turning his anger on me. Then he got right in my face: "Don’t ever interrupt me again," he threatened. He was fired up the second he saw me yesterday—still pissed off about my video last week on his well-paid anti-police staff including Kennedy Bartley. He didn’t like the questions, and he made damn sure I couldn’t ask more. Cut me off four times, and twice he threatened me. But I’ve got the full video for you to judge for yourself and see if you agree with him that crime in Chicago is down. It’s the same tired line we heard from Lightfoot. I brought up the murder of 18-year-old Jess Kendall near the United Center on Sunday, the site of the DNC Convention. His response? Barely even touched it. Then I pressed him if he and his wife are going to reduce their 200+ police officer security detail—while the city’s down 2,000 cops. And as usual, he filibustered me with double talk. City Hall was more hostile than usual. #thatreporter

Reporter William J. Kelly #thatreporter

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Paul Pierce tells a story about him and Quentin Richardson getting into a fight during the game “So we had a issue. This what happened with us though. So me and Q got into it. Something happened with me and Quentin Richardson. Like he fouled me right in front of the Miami Heat bench and so I fell on the floor because we had our little issues over the years. He just stood over me like Yeah. You know what I’m saying? So then it caused something. So then you know they all coming around everybody coming KG come over there like clearing everybody. Then you look up Tony Allen of all people was doing what Duncan Robinson did. So now the next day in the locker room, we got to address this, KG like you know, TA what’s up, dog? You was on the court why would you on some Duncan Robinson sh*t. So he was like it’s my contract year I don’t want to lose no money over somebody. Hey, you know, I got to be on my best behavior” (Via No Fouls Given)

Paul Pierce tells a story about him and Quentin Richardson getting into a fight during the game “So we had a issue. This what happened with us though. So me and Q got into it. Something happened with me and Quentin Richardson. Like he fouled me right in front of the Miami Heat bench and so I fell on the floor because we had our little issues over the years. He just stood over me like Yeah. You know what I’m saying? So then it caused something. So then you know they all coming around everybody coming KG come over there like clearing everybody. Then you look up Tony Allen of all people was doing what Duncan Robinson did. So now the next day in the locker room, we got to address this, KG like you know, TA what’s up, dog? You was on the court why would you on some Duncan Robinson sh*t. So he was like it’s my contract year I don’t want to lose no money over somebody. Hey, you know, I got to be on my best behavior” (Via No Fouls Given)

NBA Courtside

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Lore, Wife of the Hero Martyr Georgios Spoke and told the story of what Happened : “We are Christians and we are Proud of it, My Husband and his brother were Martyred while trying to protect us from that PIG” “It Started with shots being fired on the Church Glass, then 2 men entered, my husband and his brother rushed them to disarm them and stop their advance” “One of the terrorists pulled out a grenade that my husband kicked out of his hand, he then Opened His Vest and Detonated it” “I couldn’t hear a thing, I saw my Husband’s Torn up body with his liver and kidneys spilling out and then all I could see of his brother was his legs” She Continues to list the 7 other Martyrs in her family who died in the attack she finishes with : “My Husband Is a Martyr for Christ, For the Rūm, For the Church, if anyone from this government looks at me even a bit funny, ill show them”

Lore, Wife of the Hero Martyr Georgios Spoke and told the story of what Happened : “We are Christians and we are Proud of it, My Husband and his brother were Martyred while trying to protect us from that PIG” “It Started with shots being fired on the Church Glass, then 2 men entered, my husband and his brother rushed them to disarm them and stop their advance” “One of the terrorists pulled out a grenade that my husband kicked out of his hand, he then Opened His Vest and Detonated it” “I couldn’t hear a thing, I saw my Husband’s Torn up body with his liver and kidneys spilling out and then all I could see of his brother was his legs” She Continues to list the 7 other Martyrs in her family who died in the attack she finishes with : “My Husband Is a Martyr for Christ, For the Rūm, For the Church, if anyone from this government looks at me even a bit funny, ill show them”

Rūm

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POV: You’re on the highest Caribbean mountaintop and the drums just hit different. This is the first drop of Neon Pony LIVE in St. Maarten! I don’t just show up with a USB. It’s full send it mode with Live drums, percussion. and vocals. There is no safety net. If something breaks or I’m late on a cue, you see it. I give all of me on the dance floor, then break it all down and load it out. In this case, that meant strapping the whole rig to a ski lift and riding it up & down the mountain. It’s hard. It’s raw. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This is what I do. Ride with me!

POV: You’re on the highest Caribbean mountaintop and the drums just hit different. This is the first drop of Neon Pony LIVE in St. Maarten! I don’t just show up with a USB. It’s full send it mode with Live drums, percussion. and vocals. There is no safety net. If something breaks or I’m late on a cue, you see it. I give all of me on the dance floor, then break it all down and load it out. In this case, that meant strapping the whole rig to a ski lift and riding it up & down the mountain. It’s hard. It’s raw. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This is what I do. Ride with me!

Neon Pony

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$#WATCH | "...He hit me on my face with baggage. He slapped me and started hitting me. He used his fist and feet to hit me...At the end, he punched me and I fell down...," recalls SpiceJet's Mudasir Ahmad who was assaulted by an Army Officer over a dispute concerning excess cabin luggage at Srinagar airport, on 26th July. Mudasir Ahmad, who suffered a spinal fracture, says, "...He had two bags. I stopped him for checking. As soon as I asked him to the side, he started shouting...I told him that his hand baggage weighed 16 kg and he is carrying two bags, while just one, weighing 7 kg, is allowed. I told him that he would have to pay for extra baggage. He started shouting again...I called up my Duty Manager and asked him to come. The Manager too explained to him. He (passenger) pushed CISF staff and entered the boarding gate, which is not allowed. CISF staff brought him back. He was again told to pay up. At the boarding gate, he pulled out a few things from his bag and threw it at a member of the staff who was in front of him...He hit me on my face with the rest of the baggage. He slapped me and started hitting me. He used his fist and feet to hit me...At the end, he punched me and I fell down..."$

#WATCH | "...He hit me on my face with baggage. He slapped me and started hitting me. He used his fist and feet to hit me...At the end, he punched me and I fell down...," recalls SpiceJet's Mudasir Ahmad who was assaulted by an Army Officer over a dispute concerning excess cabin luggage at Srinagar airport, on 26th July. Mudasir Ahmad, who suffered a spinal fracture, says, "...He had two bags. I stopped him for checking. As soon as I asked him to the side, he started shouting...I told him that his hand baggage weighed 16 kg and he is carrying two bags, while just one, weighing 7 kg, is allowed. I told him that he would have to pay for extra baggage. He started shouting again...I called up my Duty Manager and asked him to come. The Manager too explained to him. He (passenger) pushed CISF staff and entered the boarding gate, which is not allowed. CISF staff brought him back. He was again told to pay up. At the boarding gate, he pulled out a few things from his bag and threw it at a member of the staff who was in front of him...He hit me on my face with the rest of the baggage. He slapped me and started hitting me. He used his fist and feet to hit me...At the end, he punched me and I fell down..."

ANI

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