I'm glad I'm not a retail worker. I just hope the crazy doesn't get as crazy as it did before.

2021.10.16 06:41 JCraze26 I'm glad I'm not a retail worker. I just hope the crazy doesn't get as crazy as it did before.

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2021.10.16 06:41 Myperson54 Just finished the ARR postgame and I now understand the Lalafell hate.

Sorry Lalafell players, you are now prime punting material.
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2021.10.16 06:41 Sirbashley Just the way it is.

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2021.10.16 06:41 AlanTheTimeWarrior31 Am I wrong? (I'm likely wrong)

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2021.10.16 06:41 PTRisme image taken at college dorm.

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2021.10.16 06:41 Agreeable-Yams8972 This sub made me realize how horrible peoples jobs are

People are underpaid, in debt and starving at points and other jobs that people work at basically waste food. In some cases, if your caught keeping some of the food you lose your job. Its horrible and nobody seems to be giving a shit. You spend 13 years of your life going to school, so you can spend another 2 to 5 years or more in university and when you finnaly graduate, your stock at a minimum wage job because no one would hire you. The system awful
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2021.10.16 06:41 D7689D7689 The other side of the phonecall can not hear me unless I use an earphone or open the speaker.

Any insight will be helpful as the problem seems to be caused by out of random.
Phone: Samsung Galaxy A60
When I make a phonecall (whether I receive it or I start it, and whether it is by WTS or the ordinary one), I can hear the other side clearly. But the other side can not hear me, unless I use an earphone or open the speaker.
I have tried different solutions, including allowing premissions, turning off not disturb mode, updating the phone to lastest version. I considered returning to the default configuration, but it is impractical.
The cause of the problem is unknown. However, it is pretty annoying that evrytime when I receive a phonecall, I need to open the speaker (earphone usually does not come in handy).
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2021.10.16 06:41 burglaryandfireworks theres a

it's there
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2021.10.16 06:41 buffalobangs Steph Curry 41 points. 13-23 from the field.

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2021.10.16 06:41 KodaDX Does Undercharging Not Work or is it Just Me?

A YouTube video on PvP techniques suggested undercharging. I tried to do it and my charge move button was completely depleted after the attack. It took the same number of fast attacks to refill the button as well.
Has undercharging been removed from the game or am I doing soon something wrong?
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2021.10.16 06:41 dirrtyremixes remixes: Alok - In My Mind (and John Legend) //: Joel Corry remixes

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2021.10.16 06:41 Looking-4-Rare-Outfi H: Nuclear Keycards W: 300 caps each

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2021.10.16 06:41 Muted-Point My Ubisoft knife ft. An okay scotch lol

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2021.10.16 06:41 throwRAidkifheshere Big/Verifies Social media page who use fake stats to promote their company should be SUED for tricking people

I see tons of pages that give fake stats and half stories and total bullshit about certain people not getting what their coweorkers have been, its total shit. the problem is that many of those pages are verified. Trusted sources giving people fake stats are highly stupid.
Peta said that taking cow milk was one of the things that still kept wmen opressed.
thefemalequotitent dwayne jhonson is being paid more than every other actress bc he has a penis, and not bc he works 6 movies a year while the actresses do nothing compared to him... and lots of BS like this
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2021.10.16 06:41 coffeeaddict001 Need a quick pick-me-up? Check out some of St. Augustine's many coffee shops - St. Augustine Record

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2021.10.16 06:41 Morgan-992 Whether you're an expert decorator or just starting to learn, this tip set should be a staple in your kitchen. This delicate piping set allows you to create enticingly elaborate designs on cupcakes that will leave everyone stupefied! With the coupler and piping bag included

Whether you're an expert decorator or just starting to learn, this tip set should be a staple in your kitchen. This delicate piping set allows you to create enticingly elaborate designs on cupcakes that will leave everyone stupefied! With the coupler and piping bag included submitted by Morgan-992 to CakeDecoratingIdeas [link] [comments]


Unlimited uses, just have to create new accounts whenever you’ve used up your three previous discounts and want more cheap food! 🙂
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2021.10.16 06:41 Centrist808 Abusive People who abuse your loved ones and feel no remorse- why do you do it?

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2021.10.16 06:41 shadowfang-amd-osx Gungame Server

I am hosting a Gungame server if anyone wants to check it out.

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2021.10.16 06:41 Such_Alps 22 Seconds

Hello. I hope this finds you well. I have been told by multiple people to write a story. People on the internet, my family, friends, have all told me to become an author of something, or at least attempt it. So, this is my attempt. This story, I know right now, will not be an epic tale with a hero and a villain, where the hero comes out on top. Not something as linear as that. In truth, I don’t know what this will be, but I know I want it to have a darker aspect to it. Perhaps the hero will loose, perhaps he won’t. We’ll find out. Maybe there won’t even be a hero. This story will probably have parts, Im expecting 3, might go to four. This is the first story I have ever made, and also the first post I’ve ever made. So , by all means, give me some suggestions and I’ll try to incorporate them. Anyway, enough of this. Onto the actual story.
22 Seconds.
“The storms getting worse.” My father stated heavily, as he entered the room, rifle bound to his back, the room bathed by the orange hue emanating from the fire place. He slammed the door behind him, as he entered, a wave of freezing air brushed against my face and I shivered. He knocked the snow from his shoes, ran his fingers through his beard to de-snow his facial hair and took his shoes off, along with his coat, and hung it on a nearby coat rack.
It has been snowing constantly for the past few days, which is normal out here in the middle-of-nowhere Carolina Mountains, but there was something different about this storm. It blocked out the sun, the daylight hours seemed gray, indescribably bleak and night was oppressively dark, the kind of darkness that blankets everything and you can’t tell if your eyes are closed or not. There was no moon. No sun to be seen. Just the endless white. It gave me a primordial sense of fear, and dread. That unexplainable sense of fear and dread has kept us alive, as humans, for centuries. I would of been wise to heed the evolutionary warning, that unmistakable feeling in your gut that something isn’t right. But, I didn’t.
“How long this time?” I quizzed. “22 seconds.” He said, locking the door. “Longer then normal, the time is increasing.” He finished. “A lot could of happened in those 22 seconds-“ I said to him, judgmentally, getting up and limping to the fireplace, holding the bandages wrapped around my torso. He grunted in response, then peeked through the blinds out to the snowy wasteland, then shut them just as quickly. A unearthly screech roared from the snow, and I, in response, stomped the fire out, burning myself. My father looked back at me, wide eyed, and moved very slowly away from the door, stepping carefully and calculating every tiny, inconsequential noise. Simultaneously putting one hand behind his back to grab the gun, and using the other to put a finger over his lips, signaling to me that I needed to be quiet.
He continued walking backwards, fear practically radiating off of him. The cabin we were in was getting steadily colder, and was now the same color as the outside weather; pale and white. Holding in the scream building in my chest, from pain and fear alike, I counted the seconds in my head: “1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10-“ my thoughts were interrupted by that same screech, moving steadily away from the cabin. After about a minute, my father seemed to ease up a little and quietly asked, “How long?” I breathed out sharply, before answering: “I started counting late, I don’t know, around 11 seconds?” My father scowled at me and cursed under his breath, before noticing my leg. His face shifted from disappointment to concern. “Tyler, your leg- it’s burnt.” He said with surprise. Before I could respond, he had already walked over to the cabinet to get the first aid-kit. He applied an ointment to my leg and wrapped it in a bandage, before striking a match and throwing it back into the fire place. “Sit down at the fire and relax. You need to heal.”
I obeyed and sat. You see, me and my father went on this little trip to bond about a week ago. My mother died a few years back and it had been hard on both of us, and we drifted apart. He fell into alcoholism, and I fell into a depression. My grades in school dropped, and frankly I hated living. My father fell back into gambling habits and lost a lot of his money by getting scammed. He eventually stopped, and sobered himself, and we began to reconnect a little bit. That’s when he, one crisp, chilly morning towards the end of November, came into my room and said “We’re taking a vacation. Up In the Carolina mountains, for a week. It’ll be a hunting trip. We leave in a couple days.” Before leaving the room, and shutting the door behind him.
We left a few days later, and showed up in North Carolina about 2 days later, and another half a day of traveling and we were in the mountain range. I brought a bow, and so did my father, but he brought a rifle and a hunting knife just in case any stray predators found us up there. We were in the wilderness after all. We approached the cabin in our truck, and it was beautiful. A wooden cabin, around 50 yards of clearance in any direction, then a thick tree line, and a half-frozen lake as our backyard. “How much did you spend on this?” I asked, to which he chuckled before replying, “I had to win something when I gambled. This is mine. I paid nothing for it.” We drove up to the cabin, parked a few yards from the door and began to unpack, and that’s when it began: The snow.
It was light at first, but within a few hours it had turned into a blizzard. This wasn’t out of the norm for the area, and it was kind of nice. The fire was running low, so my father left the cabin to get more wood. I stayed in there, staring at the fire, thinking about the trip. My grades, my father and the cabin. It was beautiful. Maybe it would be a white Christm-my thoughts were interrupted by an unearthly screech outside. I jumped out of the seat, grabbed my fathers gun and ran to the door to open it, as I thought it had been my father who shouted. I threw the door open with my shoulder, rifle in hand scanning the yard for my father, and I saw him. Standing perfectly still, staring at the tree line, an axe in his hand. I followed his gaze and saw… something. It looked humanoid but… wrong. I could barely make it out, as it blended in perfectly with the snow. Pale white and gray. The only discernible features was how tall this thing was, it’s hands, and it had two bright crimson eyes, looking toward my father. I lifted my rifle to shoot at the creature, when it’s gaze shifted to me, and I froze.
Everything inside me told me to run, to drop the gun and run as far away as I could, or to scream, or to do anything other then stand there, paralyzed, staring down the embodiment of fear. I could see it’s eyes narrow, then widen again. I pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. “Safety setting,” I thought. Everything in me screamed more intensely now more than ever before to run, to save myself, but I didn’t. I wiggled my finger about furiously, searching for the safety setting, not daring to take my eyes off of the thing. Just as I found it, and flicked it to a different setting, a flurry of snow overtook the creature, and as quickly as it came, it left. I stood there, gun in hand, violently shaking for another couple seconds, paralyzed.
I called out to my father weakly, as I lowered the gun. He stumbled backwards, dropping the axe and fell, then rolled back onto his feet again, and looked around rapidly, before his eyes landed on me. He shouted at me to go back into the house, and began to run towards me. I walked my way into the house, still facing the forest, scanning it for any movement. I stepped into the house and my father entered after, and shut the door behind him, locking it. “What the hell was that?” He stated, out of breath and wide eyed. I put the gun down carefully, still shaking, and fell into a nearby chair, almost missing it entirely, and answered: “I… I don’t know. What- what happened?” I asked him. My father responded “I was out cutting the uh, the wood, and something didn’t feel right, I don’t know what happened or who…, or…what in gods name was that thing?! Did you see how tall it was, or-or it’s claws? It was the same height as the house- at least 9 feet! Am I the only one that noticed this?” He looked at me, eyes wide and wild. I shifted in the chair, adrenaline wearing off now. I responded: “No. I saw it too. Dad, we need to go. We need to get away. Whatever that thing was, it wasn’t natural. It shouldn’t exist.”
My father nodded at me, breathed in shakily and said “Grab the gun, we’re headed to the car.” He got up, I grabbed the gun from the floor and followed him to the door. I readied myself, and pointed the gun at the door. My father opened it. I stepped outside, he followed. We made our way down the porch, toward the direction of the car; toward safety. The wind screeched all around us, the snow sticking to our clothing like glitter. We reached where the car should’ve been, but it wasn’t there. There was no evidence showing that it ever even was there, the snow was fresh, there weren’t any tire tracks leading away, nothing. “Where’d the c-“ my dad began to ask, but was cut off as a gray figure ran by us at break-neck speed, sending both of us spiraling into the air, landing in the snow again a few seconds later, softening the fall. I scurried for the gun, got to my feet and looked around wildly. That’s when I saw it. This thing- this demon, whatever it was, it had my father by the neck, lifting him a couple feet off the ground. It had a bald head that looked like a triangle and a cylinder mixed, thin, cracked, leathery lips, two bright crimson eyes, a thin, veiny neck, a muscular, hairy body, its arms were thin, that stretched into a trio of abnormally long gray fingers with red-tipped claws protruding out from them. It’s legs were skinny, hairy and disfigured, bending in ways that legs shouldn’t bend in, backwards, then forward again, and it’s feet were hooves, like a cows. One of its claws was wrapped around my fathers neck, the other was dangling limply at what would of been its knee, if it had one. I lifted the rifle and shot at the thing, and I heard the shot ring from the semi-automatic rifle, and the sound was deafeningly loud. I saw the creature recoil, a viscous gray-colored liquid draining from a tiny wound on its upper right body. The creature opened its leathery mouth looking skyward, presumably letting out a roar that I couldn’t hear over the combination of the blood in my body rushing to every appendage and the ear-battering sound of the gun going off, then it looked at me. I felt it’s eyes pierce into my soul, and I froze again. It had rows of razor-sharp teeth, that went all the way down into its throat, all of them stained red, and dangling bits of flesh dripped from the top of its jaw. I didn’t know if it was the creatures flesh or another unfortunate person. It lifted its claw to swipe at me, and I lifted the gun in a defensive manner instinctively, blocking my body in response. It swept its blood-stained claw at me from my left, knocking the gun from my hand and sending me down face first into the snow. I rolled over to face my opponent, and I saw that my father was on his feet, a hunting knife in his right hand, running toward it, the knife flaunting toward the creature. It turned around to face my father, skinny arm outstretched to deliver another blow, but my father had already made contact. With his right hand, he plunged the knife into the left side of the creature, and with the left side of his body he rammed the creatures right side, knocking them both to the ground. I reached for the gun to chamber another round. The creature jumped on top of my father then opened its mouth fully, it’s lips parting in four different directions, overtaking the entirety of the creatures face, blood-stained teeth on full display, pieces of flesh and dribble dropped onto my fathers head, who wiggled on the blood-stained snow, attempting to free himself. After failing multiple times to load the rifle, I ran toward the creature and hit it in the back of the head with the butt of the rifle. It recoiled from the blow, swiping wildly in my general direction with its right claw and it slashed me across the chest, sending me staggering backwards, tripping over my own feet and falling into the snow. The creature rolled onto all fours and ran 40 yards in a matter of a few seconds, disappearing into the forest line. My father got back up onto his feet, grabbed the gun from the snow, loaded a bullet into it whilst making his way toward me. He grabbed me by my arm, lifting me up as I groaned from the pain of the slash. “Come on Tyler, back to the cabin. You’ll be ok.”
I trudged behind him, almost falling down several times, holding into his arm for stability. After what felt like hours, we were back in the cabin. He sat me down, went to the kitchen to grab the first aid and bandaged my chest, lit the fireplace and we sat there in silence for the rest of the night. The snow had died down now, but we didn’t notice. It didn’t matter. We were trapped out here, secluded, on a mountain, with low supplies, not a lot of ammo left, and we had a dollar tree rake trying to make us its dinner. Ironic, the hunters become the hunted.
I spent the next few days recovering, but the observer view of the events that I had allowed me to notice a pattern. This thing, it had rules. It was attracted to commotion, but it wasn’t invulnerable. Any time we did anything, we had roughly 17 seconds until it showed up, and then it would leave again after 12. And, this beings us back to the beginning of the story. My father entered the orange-hued room, stating heavily, “The storms getting worse,” as he knocked the snow from his shoes and freed his beard from that same snow, before removing his coat and placing it on a nearby coat rack. “How long this time?” I quizzed. My father replied: “22 seconds.” He said, locking the door. “Longer then normal. The time is increasing.”
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2021.10.16 06:41 Just_the_john Suppression/lockdown

Anyone else tired of open maps and being suppressed and locked the entire time?
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2021.10.16 06:41 Orange_Velvet_Rec Marcos Valle JID003 Pressing Quality

Can anyone tell me what the pressing of this VMP variant sounds like? Missed the drop but might pick up on discogs.
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2021.10.16 06:41 Majesticquesadilla Unpopular opinion

I loved the show so much. But I kinda don’t understand what was so award worthy from Jennifer Coolidge in the show. I guess I never feel super strongly about awards but everyone was saying oh just run her her Emmy etc. And I just didn’t feel that way. Again, she was great as was the rest of the cast. But her character… idk … thoughts?
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2021.10.16 06:41 ben81PRO Another projection ... Guess which country has the most armies INSIDE foreign countries? Who has the most ships INSIDE foreign waters? Who has committed the most WAR CRIMES?

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