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STARVING & STUFFED.🐗 Fucking starving. Stood there, pulled my cheeks apart and pushed out a rock-hard log.🪵 Savoured every bit of it until it was all gone. Not a single chunk wasted.🤤🤎 FULL [EP18] BELOW!👇 #CzechPig #Scat #SelfFeeding #ShitEater #Constipated #FeederWanted

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18,225 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

There’s no way I’m sleeping in my bed tonight. I’m taping off the doors and crashing on the couch with a makeshift flamethrower next to me. I’m not even afraid of bugs, but what I am afraid of is weird fuckin noises coming from my medicine cabinet and then when I open it, I see nothing. Then when I close it and I walk away, I hear the fuckin sound again, and it literally stops the second I turn around like it fuckin knows. It also stops when I shine a light on it from the doorway, when I get too close to it, and when I fuckin look at it. I’m especially afraid of whatever the fuck is in there because it literally won’t die. I wrote off every item in there and dumped a bottle of Clorox and bee spray in there like I was putting out a fuckin fire. I’m either fuckin hallucinating or there’s some kind of creature in my medicine cabinet that is intentionally fucking with me. Can you hear it? Have I finally gone off the reservation? Oh one final thing, this has been going on for three days I just thought it was my tv making a weird noise but everything in that room is now unplugged. How the hell has it survived 3 days in there??

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There’s no way I’m sleeping in my bed tonight. I’m taping off the doors and crashing on the couch with a makeshift flamethrower next to me. I’m not even afraid of bugs, but what I am afraid of is weird fuckin noises coming from my medicine cabinet and then when I open it, I see nothing. Then when I close it and I walk away, I hear the fuckin sound again, and it literally stops the second I turn around like it fuckin knows. It also stops when I shine a light on it from the doorway, when I get too close to it, and when I fuckin look at it. I’m especially afraid of whatever the fuck is in there because it literally won’t die. I wrote off every item in there and dumped a bottle of Clorox and bee spray in there like I was putting out a fuckin fire. I’m either fuckin hallucinating or there’s some kind of creature in my medicine cabinet that is intentionally fucking with me. Can you hear it? Have I finally gone off the reservation? Oh one final thing, this has been going on for three days I just thought it was my tv making a weird noise but everything in that room is now unplugged. How the hell has it survived 3 days in there??

The Misfit Patriot

16,945 просмотров • 10 дней назад

Let’s be clear: Last night wasn’t about provocation. It was about principle. For the record, Rooboy didn’t start the fire, but he sure as hell didn’t run from it. She has poked, prodded, and disrespected people in that house for weeks. Yesterday, Rooboy had enough and he gave her back the energy she’s been dishing out. Loud? Yes. Dramatic? Maybe. But never violent. She pushed him physically. And yet they call her the victim? For weeks, She has pushed boundaries, cutting people off, talking down to others, and creating tension in the house. But Rooboy? He took it all in stride… until yesterday, when he finally stood up, not just for himself, but for every housemate who’s been dismissed, disrespected, and talked over. That wasn’t an ambush. That was accountability. Let’s not twist the facts. Rooboy stood his ground. He matched energy. He demanded respect. That’s not intimidation, that’s defending your dignity. They’ll say it was because she’s a “threat.” But ask yourself, is it strength to avoid hard conversations and play the victim every time someone challenges you? We’re not here to sugarcoat or spin. Rooboy is not perfect, but he’s real. He reacts when pushed, he speaks up when disrespected, and he’ll never fake calm for the cameras. So to the Roonation: This is our moment to rise. We’re not playing victim. We’re standing tall. Voting not just for the drama, but for the dignity that Rooboy carries every single day. Vote to keep the one housemate who’s not afraid to say it like it is, even if his voice shakes the room. #Rooboytheinfluence #Rooboytillday72 #Voterooboy #bbnaija #BBNaija10

Let’s be clear: Last night wasn’t about provocation. It was about principle. For the record, Rooboy didn’t start the fire, but he sure as hell didn’t run from it. She has poked, prodded, and disrespected people in that house for weeks. Yesterday, Rooboy had enough and he gave her back the energy she’s been dishing out. Loud? Yes. Dramatic? Maybe. But never violent. She pushed him physically. And yet they call her the victim? For weeks, She has pushed boundaries, cutting people off, talking down to others, and creating tension in the house. But Rooboy? He took it all in stride… until yesterday, when he finally stood up, not just for himself, but for every housemate who’s been dismissed, disrespected, and talked over. That wasn’t an ambush. That was accountability. Let’s not twist the facts. Rooboy stood his ground. He matched energy. He demanded respect. That’s not intimidation, that’s defending your dignity. They’ll say it was because she’s a “threat.” But ask yourself, is it strength to avoid hard conversations and play the victim every time someone challenges you? We’re not here to sugarcoat or spin. Rooboy is not perfect, but he’s real. He reacts when pushed, he speaks up when disrespected, and he’ll never fake calm for the cameras. So to the Roonation: This is our moment to rise. We’re not playing victim. We’re standing tall. Voting not just for the drama, but for the dignity that Rooboy carries every single day. Vote to keep the one housemate who’s not afraid to say it like it is, even if his voice shakes the room. #Rooboytheinfluence #Rooboytillday72 #Voterooboy #bbnaija #BBNaija10

Rooboyway

412,271 просмотров • 11 месяцев назад

Leigh-Anne on her musical influences in and out of Little Mix: “[My family and I] used to go [to Jamaica] every year – we still go every year; my granddad lives there. My cousin would burn me CDs of all the riddims and I was just obsessed with lovers rock, so I think that’s why I’ve leaned a lot towards reggae. But then I love R&B, I’m an R&B girl. There’s R&B influences on [the album] as well. I definitely feel like there was elements of [R&B] with Little Mix, for sure. Especially LM5. But I was never able to really push it as much as I can now. Sometimes I feel like it might be a bit [surprising] for people, because all they’ve really known is me in Little Mix and that music. Coming out now, I can be so free; I can explore and experiment and just do what I want. But yeah, this is who I am. And if you don’t like it, that’s alright!”

Leigh-Anne on her musical influences in and out of Little Mix: “[My family and I] used to go [to Jamaica] every year – we still go every year; my granddad lives there. My cousin would burn me CDs of all the riddims and I was just obsessed with lovers rock, so I think that’s why I’ve leaned a lot towards reggae. But then I love R&B, I’m an R&B girl. There’s R&B influences on [the album] as well. I definitely feel like there was elements of [R&B] with Little Mix, for sure. Especially LM5. But I was never able to really push it as much as I can now. Sometimes I feel like it might be a bit [surprising] for people, because all they’ve really known is me in Little Mix and that music. Coming out now, I can be so free; I can explore and experiment and just do what I want. But yeah, this is who I am. And if you don’t like it, that’s alright!”

JADE tea room ☕️

15,251 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

‼️“I don’t want my father to die! It’s over, there won’t be any smile anymore. It’s all gone.” These were the words of Layan al-Daghma, the daughter of Khaled al-Daghma, who was killed today at the so-called “Fish Fresh” aid point in Rafah, run by the Gaza “Humanitarian” Foundation. Khaled had gone out to help transport people so they could get food for their starving families. He came back in a body bag. His daughter cried that they had been starving for three months, and now she wishes it had been her instead. The Foundation, falsely presented as an aid initiative, is being used by the Israeli occupation as a tool of control and humiliation, drawing desperate people into deadly traps instead of delivering real aid. Similar incidents have been happening every day at all GHF points. Today, multiple casualties were reported at the Netzarim point as well. So far, 9 martyrs have been confirmed at the Fish Fresh point, with more arriving. Source: samer.alboji (IG)

‼️“I don’t want my father to die! It’s over, there won’t be any smile anymore. It’s all gone.” These were the words of Layan al-Daghma, the daughter of Khaled al-Daghma, who was killed today at the so-called “Fish Fresh” aid point in Rafah, run by the Gaza “Humanitarian” Foundation. Khaled had gone out to help transport people so they could get food for their starving families. He came back in a body bag. His daughter cried that they had been starving for three months, and now she wishes it had been her instead. The Foundation, falsely presented as an aid initiative, is being used by the Israeli occupation as a tool of control and humiliation, drawing desperate people into deadly traps instead of delivering real aid. Similar incidents have been happening every day at all GHF points. Today, multiple casualties were reported at the Netzarim point as well. So far, 9 martyrs have been confirmed at the Fish Fresh point, with more arriving. Source: samer.alboji (IG)

Translating Falasteen (Palestine)

282,208 просмотров • 1 год назад

Ive made a lot of mistakes in my time, got a lot of things wrong, & when you put yourself out there, the world reminds you of them every single day . Ive been hated, humiliated & humbled. Lost TV shows, tours, managers, brand deals, friends, family, my money, my sanity, been crucified by the media and almost checked out permanently… Ive had moments where Ive honestly thought I've truly failed at trying to do what I love. But, Ive never given up, just kept moving. Ive tried to learn, tried to change, tried to use my platform for good. Then, amidst all the hard work, then endless pushing through the hate, the working material, creating content, juggling family life and work, a night like last night appears, 1000 people, all coming out to support me, all laughing, and it all makes sense. We are on our the way to another sell out tour, it was all worth it, even all the mistakes, all the learning.. And it didn’t break me, it made me better at what I do. The set backs and obstacles along the way are there to give you the tools you need to succeed, and to check you really deserve it. Never give up on your passion.

Daniel O’Reilly

54,746 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад