Not one single person was feeling the band before the adicts. 2 ppl were petty pitting in the middle
It was so sad
N they kept trying to get audience to interact and no one wanted to.
N they kept gping for like what felt an eternity.
It was embarrassing
Susie Zhao was found in a Michigan parking lot - raped, murdered, and set on fire at 33. For ten years she had been one of the sharpest players in American poker: she sat across from grown men who couldn’t read her and cleaned them out to the last chip. That entire life - the skill, the lights, the crowd - came to $224,671 and a death almost no one even noticed
They called her “Susie Q.” In the video below - one of the last times a camera ever caught her at a table - you can see why the game loved her: young, calm, smiling, quietly taking apart a seat full of men twice her size. This is the life poker sells you. The lights, the respect, the strangers online who adore you
Here’s the bill it hides. The game pays in “freedom,” and the price of that freedom is everything that anchors a person - no home, no schedule, no one who needs you by morning. Just the next table, the next city, the next swing from flush to broke. Susie was good enough to live inside it for ten years, and $224,671 is all the record books say she had to show for a decade of airports, all-night games, and people who only knew her with chips in front of her
By 2020 she’d drifted back to Michigan, off the streams and mostly alone. She accepted a place to stay from a man she barely knew. He raped her, killed her, and burned her body in a park-and-ride lot
Here’s the part that should scare you. The table hands a gambler a family of strangers and quietly deletes the real one - and strangers don’t come looking when you stop showing up. Every person who ever cheered “Susie Q” would swear they loved her. Not one of them was in the room where she died - and the poker world found out she was gone the way you just did: secondhand, too late to matter
So before you buy the gambler’s life - the freedom, the swings, the crowd chanting your name - answer the only question that lands the second the cameras cut: who would actually come looking for you?
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Fun fact, the Hey Arnold Christmas special was, at least at the time it was made, the only animated portrayal of the fall of Saigon
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Chris Pratt telling his 1st wife he needs space to focus on his career and not his family bc he felt held back...only to impregnate Arnold's daughter, marry her, have the kid and say how great it is to finally have a healthy child...bc his child with wife 1 has a disability. He sickens me and his fake Christianity makes it worse
It shouldn't fall on me t have to pay all your bills just cuz your my bby momma.
Like im cool helping
But wtf you mean youre always asking me to pay your phone bill and car insurance on top of what I give you -_-
This happened to me and a ex at a Lakers game. The most awkward Lakers game ever. We went separately.
Lmfao
My friend sold the concert ticket I bought her for her birthday for three times what I’d paid.
I went alone and sat beside the woman who’d bought it.
We’d talked about seeing that band for years. When they announced a show nearby, I spent my lunch break in the ticket queue and bought two seats together.
Hers cost $120. I transferred it with a message saying it was an early birthday present.
She sent back a string of hearts and immediately started discussing what we should wear.
A week before the show, she told me something had come up.
“I can’t make it anymore.”
I was disappointed, but I figured my sister might enjoy it. Before I asked her, I checked whether my friend could transfer the ticket back.
Too late.
She’d already sold it for $360.
“The prices went crazy,” she said. “I would’ve been stupid not to.”
I asked why she hadn’t mentioned it before selling the seat beside mine.
“It was a gift, wasn’t it?”
I said yes.
“Then it was mine to do what I wanted with.”
I left it there.
The woman who sat beside me was perfectly nice. We talked briefly before the lights went down, then I watched the show I’d spent months expecting to share with someone else.
Afterward, my friend asked whether they’d played our favorite song. I told her they had.
Her birthday was the following weekend.
That morning, I sent her a message wishing her a good day. She replied with a link to a handbag and a note about which color she wanted.
I reminded her about the ticket.
“That was just us going out together,” she wrote. “You haven’t actually bought me a birthday present yet.”
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i am no longer humiliating myself in the pursuit of human connection or whatever yall be saying
Weird to have like 4 hoes i got with looking thru my band page when we dont even talk. Bitch leave me alone. I will block you if I see you on my shit lurking
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Eh? I don’t care. He left when his son was 8. He abandoned his duties as a father. He’s a loser.
Daddy's home! Man who left family in 1998 for a 31,000-mile stroll around the world finally ends journey trib.al/y9q6QiF
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So Trump shot down a Learjet, killing the 9 occupants and the occupants of a car.
#BREAKING U.S. military air defense systems seen deployed around President Trump's Mar-a-Lago estate in Palm Beach






















