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32 sats \ 1 reply \ @SatAttack 8 Nov \ parent \ on: Book light that looks like a miniature floor lamp, operates like portable lamp Design
There was little though into its creation. I thought of it the moment I made my SN account and I thought it sounded cool. What about you? :)
Thank you for the meme, @deSign_r
oh sweet. I'll save it. I just used the first web-based meme generator I could find to make mine haha.
madam (?)
In eighth grade I was awkwardly courting a girl from class and I would go to her house to hang out every once a week to hang out. She had horses, and taught me to ride, and a trampoline too. At this point in my life I didn’t really care about anything except hanging with the boys, skate boarding, and video games. I brought my skate board some times and took the trucks off so it was just a wooden deck. This way, I could jump on the trampoline and she would watch me do tricks. I could do some cool things like 360 shove-it, kick flips, and all the cool grabs that I otherwise couldn’t do without the trampoline.
I hadn’t kissed a girl yet, and we had been talking about giving it a shot. I never knew how to handle things like this… i was a very awkward human. We discussed it for weeks and wanted the moment to be perfect. We decided that it would likely be best to have “These Days” by Rascal flats playing when it happened.
Well, I wish I could tell you this story is about the kiss actually happening (which eventually did with rascal flats in the back round). This story is about a moment two weeks prior, on the trampoline. I was showing her all my cool tricks and eventually we settled down to lay and chat. We laid, looking at the clouds, the trees overhead, and talked about all sorts of things. Including kissing. She straddled me. She was playing with my hair, we gazed into each other’s eyes, and her weight shifted directly to my stomach. BRRRR.
An uncontrollable loud fart just came right out of me. A red boiling face ensued. I was stunned with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe what had just happened when something washed away all desire of disappearing into oblivion. Her laughter. She laughed. I laughed. And just a couple weeks later, we shared our first kiss.
Thank you!! I will make those changes for easier readability. Where I wrote (Nakamoto) I was citing the white paper or attempting to bring attention to the white paper in my works cited. Did I do it incorrectly or do you think it’s just not necessary?
I really appreciate it!
It’s not right. It’s absurd. But drooling over leftist propaganda (or any political propaganda) is a fools errand. They are playing the game because the game exists.
I have never been in a real fight or had any strike me in any context where I shouldn’t be getting punched. I train Muay Thai and that training consists of almost purely controlled sparring. I took a nice hook to the face last week. But in the context of your questions those don’t really count.
Now one instance does come a bit closer to your question but it was still in a voluntary setting. When we were kids (15-17) we decided it would be fun to buy nine ounce gloves From our local sports store and have at in on each. The fad only lasted a couple weeks. Towards the end, someone who was outside of our main friend group was hanging out with us, and I shouldn’t have, but agreed to box him. I was 15, pre-pubescent, and 115 ish. He was 17, post pubescent, and around 150. I was a squirrelly boy though and I like a good competitive challenge.
We boxed. I held my own for a bit, drew blood on my opponent in a weird way by clipping his lip with the covered but non-padded part of my glove. He knew that was what happened too and wasn’t happy. We continued to box. I remember he would throw a punch and keep his hand there a couple inches from my face and throw a couple mini-strikes which was hard for me to deal with. What I wish I could remember how it happened or what he threw was the punch that nearly knocked me out. The only thing I could express pride in outwardly to my friends was “well he didn’t knock me out!” But man was it close. I remember stumbling all around in a 10 foot radius. I couldn’t see or make out any detail of my surroundings. Everything was whiter than it should be and the white garage doors we were near were very white relative to their normal dusty off-white color. I’m lucky it wasnt a real fight, controlled or not, because any follow up from my opponent would have crushed me. This guy was a dick for other reasons, but he let me stumble around like a newborn deer while I recovered. We collectively decided to end the match there, declare him the Victor, smoke some pot, and have some beers in the alley we all punched each other in.