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Do we need to let trolls spam the timeout button so everyone has to wait a full 60 seconds and everyone quits because of the needless wait? Have the play resume right away, that's how it is in that NBA finals thing that was on twitch yesterday. Don't try to tell me we don't have the technology yet to write one line of code to make this happen.

Mine was about 5 months into training. I was changing in the locker room right after our gym class, all of a sudden a guy, very athletically built one at that, exclaims, "damn, [my name] is getting pretty wide". Of course people took notice and stared at me approvingly.

It's moments like that, which made me fall in love with training.

Now it's your turn to share!

Edit: read through every single comment now, and this reminded me of another story.

In June we went on a camping trip with our class and since it was pretty sunny day I decided to wear a tank top (first time in my life).

My Crush said that my arms were looking huge and asked how many pull ups I could do (11, for those interested) That was of course incredible, but an even better event was when the most jacked guy I knew told me that I was "a closet" (common saying in my country's language).

Might have helped that I went right after my workout and still had a pump on.

Edit 2: since people keep asking, the expression is "Kaste" and is german

Edit 3: to further specify, I'm from Switzerland

I am 23 year old. I feel like I have to achieve something before I turn 30. I don't know if this is just specific to me or a common problem for people of my age. Feeling a little overwhelmed by this imaginary deadline that I have set for myself. How do you deal with it?

Go to general > keyboard > text replacement and then assign a random hot key for example “@@“ to bring up your full email address.

You won’t have to type out your email ever again.

So I’ve watched the HP movies uncountable times over and always loved them, so I thought it was about time to get into the books.

I finished the first three and thought that the movies were fairly loyal, with a few changes here and there. However, I’m now only up to chapter 17 of GOF and the amount of detail missed out is crazy. Almost the whole of the quidditch World Cup was all new to me, as well as various other details.

I still love the movies and I do not see this as a bad thing, it just means I have a whole lot more to learn about the HP universe!

Floating the idea is a strategy to gauge possible reactions. While boycotting could in theory have some serious consequences contractually, if there is enough support from the fans, it would be outrageous to actually go through with anything from the league's or sponsor's or anyone's side. So show your support and make this happen. I for myself can live quite well without a game for a few days if it has an impact, and so can you. Show your support, upvote and comment here, like, retweet and use social media to raise your voice and make people realize how big of a thing this is. Wake up and do your part. It just takes a few seconds to help change the world!

I was hanging out with a friend and one of their friends for the first time yesterday (known him online for half a decade) and was having tons of fun. We were constantly joking, having deep chats about life, etc. I didn't really have any worries for the whole day, but as soon as I got home, I started to think about everything I said that day, and started really worrying. It's stupid, because they literally said to me how much they enjoyed the time with me, and we even made plans to do stuff next weekend, but I'm still mentally beating myself up and getting some anxiety over it.

This happens to me all the time, and I guess I really just want to know if anyone else experiences this.

Edit: I appreciate the fact that I'm not alone in this. It honestly makes me feel a lot less self concious. Cheers, and hopefully this helps somebody else who feels the same way :)

Full Context:

>Damian: "I sent Pat Bev home before.. PG just got sent home by me last year in the playoffs"

>PG: "And you getting sent home this year 🤣 respect✊🏾"

>Dame Responds: keep on switching teams ... running from the grind. You boys is chumps."

>Pat Bev: "Cancun on 3😂😂😂"

>Paul George responds again to Dame: "respect that too in my stinct with my first team I had more success... Dame time runnign out g"

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I(25f) am 4’8 and my bf(27m) is about 6”2 and I am baby faced.

Whenever we go out we always get strange looks and several times we have had to explain to others that I’m not a child. On 2 separate occasions the cops were called because someone thought that my bf was grooming a child. Me and my bf love each other but I can tell that he’s tired of being seen as a pedo.

Lately he has stopped me from going to public places with him so he doesn’t have to deal with people assuming that I’m a kid. It’s really upsetting that he’s getting judged for something I can’t control, what should I do

Unfortunately I came back as an adult... and landed right on top of what used to be my infant self.

Just looking for commiseration here. I’m struggling this month to find the good in things and appreciate the virtual hugs (6 feet!)

The scoop:

1. I almost lost my 7+ year business in March after losing 1/2 of our clients in just three weeks. I’ve sacrificed so much to build this company.

2. In April, I chose to cut my own pay and work myself to the ground to try and save the business and also my employees’ livelihood. Avoided layoffs, which is a huge feat for our small 4 person company.

3. In May, let’s call them Employee A, they quit after receiving a write up (my first ever, I hated doing it but had to) saying some horrible things about me as a leader. Played gin rummy on the clock for a month, then bounced. This is an employee that I was so patient with over 2 years, trying to work with their needs, etc. It hurt and I still feel my confidence bruised by their words.

4. A different employee, let’s call them Employee B, the one I refer to in the post title, up and quit this week with no notice, nada, no two weeks notice. This is after they suspiciously called in sick for two full weeks (called in each morning). They basically ran out their accumulated sick time, then quit. I’ve been working 12+ hour days for two weeks straight to try and do their job while they were resting and “getting better”.

5. We’re still negative from COVID business loss and I’m exhausted. I’m working my ass off to do right by my existing employees, my clients, and to climb back up into the positive.

I feel like a punching bag. I feel like I’m in chaos. I just want to lie on the floor and be swallowed up. I pride myself on being a fair employer, very open communication, flexible, empathic. In 7+ years of business I’ve never had this happen. I’m getting trampled, and I’m not even a pushover.

This pandemic is hard. Hug a small business owner today. Thanks for commiserating with me. Unsolicited advice welcomed. Sharing your own shitty month below works too. Sending hugs.

Signed, utterly exhausted.

TL;DR This pandemic is hard. Hug a small business owner today.

EDIT: I didn’t expect this to create such conversation! Thank you for the awards and gold, kind people. I appreciate you.

It’s clear from the range of comments that this is such a polarized scenario with so many approaches. Everyone has had different experiences and has valid opinions on what’s best or why things happen.

At first, I was really sad to see the flurry of comments of people suspecting that I was s

Every time I have gone for a physical since 2nd grade, my doctors have always told me I'm overweight or on the verge of obesity. I've been jogging every evening for the past few months, but didn't really notice any physical change myself. Now at 18 at my physical today, I found out that my BMI is finally in the healthy range!

Luke Fucking Skywalker

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I can't imagine any other reason for the huge disparity between how the Kenosha police acted in those two instances, except racism.

I listened to Sam in his infamous podcast episode on BLM, I followed up and listened to Coleman.

I agree to a bunch of points there, but can someone here, really tell me what of those explanations can apply to the Kenosha situation besides the color of someone's skin?

An ARMED 17yt white boy, with an AR15, in an intense situation of protests and violence, at night, is getting water, getting thanked, and then after killing 2 people, on camera, is not getting arrested.

While a black man, who refuses to comply, gets shot 7 times, in front of cameras and his family.

I admit, without victim blaming, that Jacob Blake, while guns pointed at him, refused to comply with police, and continued walking to his car, irked me when I saw the video. But surely that's not a reason to KILL someone? He can be tackled, he can be tased, he can be handcuffed.

While a AR15, fatigued kid, is getting essentially a pass.

Can someone here offer an explanation that does not include racism? I sure can't

EDIT: He wasn't wearing fatigues.

>Plus, people down in Orlando tell me Lonzo Ball looked like he’d checked out the whole time the Pels were there, and that they expect some significant roster adjustments in New Orleans before next season. (And I don’t doubt that there may be a desire for a new coach in the Big Easy next season, either. But with every team likely to have less to work with financially next season, I’m not sure there will be enough internal will to write a goodbye check to Alvin Gentry. We’ll see.)

Source: https://theathletic.com/1992551/2020/08/13/intel-sharing-what-our-insiders-hear-about-the-pelicans-wizards-and-kings/

After spewing misinformation on his Snapchat, he has been placed on Time Out for breaking Community Guidelines

He walked all the way to the airport and got home.

Some times rolls by and he decides to go back to Vegas again and this time he wins BIG.

He gets his bags and is ready for the airport with all his new winnings.

There are a line of cabs and at the very end he sees the driver from last time that kicked him out.

He stood for a moment thinking how can he get his revenge on that driver.

So, he gets in the first cab.

"How much is it to the airport?" he asks.

The driver says, "$15."

"Great, how much is it for a blowjob on the way there?"

The cab driver says, "Get the fuck out of my cab."

So he goes to the next one and asks the same thing.

"How much to airport?"

"$15."

"Great, how much for a blowjob on the way there?"

And that cab driver also tells him to get the fuck out of his cab.

He does this all the way down the line of drivers, each one kicking him out.

He finally gets to the last driver, the one from his last trip.

He asks, "Hey how much to the airport?"

Driver responds, "$15."

The guy hands him $15 and says, "Great let's go!"

And so the driver leaves, slowly passing all the other drivers who are staring out their window while the guy in the back smiles back with a thumbs up.

F22/ 5’ 11”/ SW: 348.8/ CW: 299.6

TL;DR: My BMI was too high for an engineering position I was offered at a mine site that I had previously interned at. After starting a new job in January, I started my weight loss journey and have lost about 50 lbs and counting.

This is my first post on reddit and I apologize homies, it’s a longer one!

My senior year of college I was offered an engineering position at a mine site. The position was in the middle of nowhere in a mine town that I had interned at that summer, but it was an amazing starting salary and would be great practical engineering experience I wanted to gain and use to move forward in my career. I didn’t love the idea of not being in any kind of real city, but I was excited to start and to continue the learning I experienced in my internship.

Come after graduation - around mid June (2019) - I had moved into a shack of an apartment in this town, and had finished moving all of my belongings over. My mom and I are killing time playing Pokemon Go and I receive an email from the health department of the company. This email said that I did not pass the physical required for the position because my BMI was way to high - 42.

The first time I read that I couldn’t believe it. I was shellshocked. Not only was I so morbidly obese that this number was my BMI, but it had actually prevented me from achieving a job that I had worked so hard to get for the last 4 years. I already had an apartment, moved my belongings over, and purchased a bunch of home goods and furniture thinking that I would be starting in this position in the next couple weeks.

I went back to my part time job at the pizza place I worked at through college and pathetically asked for my job back. I frantically started looking for another job that would use my degree - which was significantly harder now since I was competing with all the other recent grads in my class. In the months I was looking for another position I hated and resented myself for what had happened. How could I let something in my control compromise my career? How could I have screwed myself over not just with this position- but financially by buying all of these items and now have no income to pay them off? (Which was super financially irresponsible- life learning moment of “don’t spend what you don’t have”) I was honestly really sad and down on myself for months until I had an opportunity to start at a new position with the company I’m with now in January (2020).

Finally

Christine had no face and no manners.

I think I'm living on borrowed time. I messed up. Worse yet, I'll be on my way to Dana and Michael's house soon. I'm glad I ate something and slept for a few hours yesterday night. I think it might have been my last opportunity to do so in a while.

All hell broke loose this very morning. The sun hadn't even started to rise when I was startled awake by a loud thumping noise followed by a clang. I had been lying on the sofa. Phoenix was still tied up in the washing room–or so I thought. The door that separates it from the kitchen and living room area doesn't have a lock on it, but I pushed a large cupboard and a heavy armchair in front of it to block it. I sat up, instantly on high alert.

It was then that I realized that I, in all my haste and panic, had forgotten about the window in the washing room. I tensed for a second, the possibility of him getting out this way seemed all too threatening, only to remember it was way too small for him to fit.

Or was it?

I couldn't stand not knowing for sure. Phoenix's flashlight was resting on a shelf in the kitchen. Armed with this, I made my way outside, my heart pounding like a sledgehammer. The night was quiet, ominously so. There were no insects chirping, no twigs snapping under some forest critter's feet, not even an owl hooting. I rounded the house's corner until I stood outside the washroom window. It was only then that I dared to make use of my torch.

I turned it on and aimed it at the dark window, only to let out a startled scream upon finding Phoenix's mannequin face staring back at me from behind the broken glass. I almost dropped the flashlight and hurriedly backed off, stumbling in the process. I quickly caught my footing and straightened up, still breathing heavily as I held Phoenix's cold, hateful gaze. Neither of us made a sound. Not that we would have been able to form words anyways. Or at least that's what I thought.

The faceless man however looked at me, his eyes sharp and piercing like he was staring right into my soul, and then he opened his mouth just a bit and spoke.

His stiff, colorless lips parted only reluctantly. I could see it; it was like his body was fighting his will to talk. His upper lip rose over his white, seamless row of teeth, contorting in a grotesque manner as his tongue sluggishly moved behind th