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ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ 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.”

ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ 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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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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I'm leaving now to go deep into the Amazon jungle with my friend Paul Rosolie, deep to parts of the rainforest that very few humans have ever seen. The purpose of this trip is to celebrate nature at its purest and most intense, and to celebrate the work of people like Paul who have dedicated their life to protecting the jungle and the endless diversity of life that calls it home. If you want to support Paul and his work, please donate or reach out to Junglekeepers, see link in my profile. I hope to get back in one piece, and have some stories to tell. I'll try to record a podcast with Paul deep in the jungle. I'll be offline until I emerge out. Meanwhile, no internet, no phone, no connection to outside world. Just the raw, beautiful immensity of nature. I'm truly grateful to be alive, to have gotten the chance to live on this beautiful planet of ours, with all of you, my fellow humans. I love you all ❤

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when hobi walked by during equal sign, i screamed 'ITS MY BIRTHDAY' (you can hear it in the vid because he put his mic at my level 🤣), hobi held my hands so i held it back but people behind knocked my head so hard my headband fell, so i got it back up and when i looked up hobi locked eyes with me but he said 'thank you' and was about to leave, so i let go of my hands, but the army next to me held his arms so he turned back and he tightened his grip on my hand and i couldn't believe it 😩 then he sang equal sign to her instead, while holding my hands 😭 i was confused but he also saw the banners i made!!! 20250305 the best birthday ever!!! 🎂 hobi was so pretty as usual, his hair looked so soft and the stage light was so bright i could see him in full glory 😭 he wore supreme gloves today, they were rubbery and had tiny grips on them, his fingers are very slim 🥹

when hobi walked by during equal sign, i screamed 'ITS MY BIRTHDAY' (you can hear it in the vid because he put his mic at my level 🤣), hobi held my hands so i held it back but people behind knocked my head so hard my headband fell, so i got it back up and when i looked up hobi locked eyes with me but he said 'thank you' and was about to leave, so i let go of my hands, but the army next to me held his arms so he turned back and he tightened his grip on my hand and i couldn't believe it 😩 then he sang equal sign to her instead, while holding my hands 😭 i was confused but he also saw the banners i made!!! 20250305 the best birthday ever!!! 🎂 hobi was so pretty as usual, his hair looked so soft and the stage light was so bright i could see him in full glory 😭 he wore supreme gloves today, they were rubbery and had tiny grips on them, his fingers are very slim 🥹

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