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Jerk shares new single, ‘alarmed’, from upcoming as day breaks EP
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Atlassian Says It Had Right to Fire Engineer for Suggesting CEO Is 'Rich Jerk'
#HackerNews #Atlassian #Firing #Engineer #Rich #Jerk #Controversy #Workplace #Ethics #CEO #Rights
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Atlassian Says It Had Right to Fire Engineer for Suggesting CEO Is 'Rich Jerk'
#HackerNews #Atlassian #Firing #Engineer #Rich #Jerk #Controversy #Workplace #Ethics #CEO #Rights
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Atlassian Says It Had Right to Fire Engineer for Suggesting CEO Is 'Rich Jerk'
#HackerNews #Atlassian #Firing #Engineer #Rich #Jerk #Controversy #Workplace #Ethics #CEO #Rights
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Atlassian Says It Had Right to Fire Engineer for Suggesting CEO Is 'Rich Jerk'
#HackerNews #Atlassian #Firing #Engineer #Rich #Jerk #Controversy #Workplace #Ethics #CEO #Rights
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Atlassian Says It Had Right to Fire Engineer for Suggesting CEO Is 'Rich Jerk'
#HackerNews #Atlassian #Firing #Engineer #Rich #Jerk #Controversy #Workplace #Ethics #CEO #Rights
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The artful dodger here knew exactly what was going to happen 😂
#jackdaw #artfuldodger #bombsaway #jerk #corvids #kauw #birds #birdsofmastodon #fedibirds #nature #wildlife #trailcam #backyard
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The artful dodger here knew exactly what was going to happen 😂
#jackdaw #artfuldodger #bombsaway #jerk #corvids #kauw #birds #birdsofmastodon #fedibirds #nature #wildlife #trailcam #backyard
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The artful dodger here knew exactly what was going to happen 😂
#jackdaw #artfuldodger #bombsaway #jerk #corvids #kauw #birds #birdsofmastodon #fedibirds #nature #wildlife #trailcam #backyard
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The artful dodger here knew exactly what was going to happen 😂
#jackdaw #artfuldodger #bombsaway #jerk #corvids #kauw #birds #birdsofmastodon #fedibirds #nature #wildlife #trailcam #backyard
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The artful dodger here knew exactly what was going to happen 😂
#jackdaw #artfuldodger #bombsaway #jerk #corvids #kauw #birds #birdsofmastodon #fedibirds #nature #wildlife #trailcam #backyard
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@sidoje7019/115756636928087481
She liked the cock but not the slime
#tudung #tudungsex #jilbab #jilbabsex #jilbabnakal #jilbabngemut #hijab #hijabsex #amateurporn #slut #nsfw #blowjob #suckingcock #suckingdick #topless #whore #boobs #bigboobs #naturalbigboobs #naturalboobs #tits #bigtits #cum #cumshot #jerk #jerking #jerkingoff -
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@sidoje7019/115756636928087481
She liked the cock but not the slime
#tudung #tudungsex #jilbab #jilbabsex #jilbabnakal #jilbabngemut #hijab #hijabsex #amateurporn #slut #nsfw #blowjob #suckingcock #suckingdick #topless #whore #boobs #bigboobs #naturalbigboobs #naturalboobs #tits #bigtits #cum #cumshot #jerk #jerking #jerkingoff -
COLOR ME UNSHOCKED. 🖕🙄🖕
#DonaldTrump
#Misogynist
#Rapist
#Jerk
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SKUTCH BEE X LESWEET produced by SOUL
Alternatibar, vendredi 21 novembre à 20:30 UTC+1
https://agenda.villemorte.fr/event/skutch-bee-x-lesweet-produced-by-soul
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A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*
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A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*
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A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*
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A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*
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A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?
In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.
“Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”
“Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”
“Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”
“Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”
“Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”
“It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”
“Rabbits?”
“That seems like a good guess.”
“It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”
I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”
I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
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Gone for soldiers, every one.
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When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? [Note 2]Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio
Part 3 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?
In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.
“Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”
“Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”
“Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”
“Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”
“Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”
“It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”
“Rabbits?”
“That seems like a good guess.”
“It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”
I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”
I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
…
Gone for soldiers, every one.
…
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? [Note 2]Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio
Part 3 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?
In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.
“Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”
“Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”
“Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”
“Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”
“Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”
“It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”
“Rabbits?”
“That seems like a good guess.”
“It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”
I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”
I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
…
Gone for soldiers, every one.
…
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? [Note 2]Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio
Part 3 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?
In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.
“Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”
“Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”
“Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”
“Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”
“Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”
“It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”
“Rabbits?”
“That seems like a good guess.”
“It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”
I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”
I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
…
Gone for soldiers, every one.
…
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? [Note 2]Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio
Part 3 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?
In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.
“Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”
“Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”
“Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”
“Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”
“Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”
“It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”
“Rabbits?”
“That seems like a good guess.”
“It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”
I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”
I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
…
Gone for soldiers, every one.
…
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? [Note 2]Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio
Part 3 continues in the next post.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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When the weight of the world crashes down and all you can do is scream. She tried to stay strong, but the pain finally broke through. Who was on the other end of that phone call What did she hear that shattered her so deeply?
#webcomic #drama #Emotion #Manga #Heartfelt #panels #Tear #jerk #Emotional #comic #comics #Drama #ArtStory
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When the weight of the world crashes down and all you can do is scream. She tried to stay strong, but the pain finally broke through. Who was on the other end of that phone call What did she hear that shattered her so deeply?
#webcomic #drama #Emotion #Manga #Heartfelt #panels #Tear #jerk #Emotional #comic #comics #Drama #ArtStory
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"Did you hear what happened to George?"
"No, what happened?"
"He got an ass injury."
"Someone kicked him in the butt?"
"No, he got punched in the face."
"Why do you call this an 'ass injury?'"
"Oh, because he's an ass."
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"Did you hear what happened to George?"
"No, what happened?"
"He got an ass injury."
"Someone kicked him in the butt?"
"No, he got punched in the face."
"Why do you call this an 'ass injury?'"
"Oh, because he's an ass."
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"Did you hear what happened to George?"
"No, what happened?"
"He got an ass injury."
"Someone kicked him in the butt?"
"No, he got punched in the face."
"Why do you call this an 'ass injury?'"
"Oh, because he's an ass."
