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Last Saturday, my little brother decided he was going to become a cybersecurity expert. He is 12 years old. His entire technical background consists of watching YouTube tutorials, playing Minecraft, and once successfully installing a printer driver without crying. I woke up at around 9 AM and walked downstairs to find him sitting at the dining table wearing sunglasses indoors, typing aggressively on his laptop. I asked him what he was doing. He said, “Securing the network.” I looked at him. “What network?” “The Wi-Fi, Daniel.” “Ryan, the Wi-Fi already has a password.” He slowly took off his sunglasses and looked me dead in the eyes. “That’s what you think.” BRO. I went back upstairs because I wasn’t getting involved in whatever villain origin story was happening in my kitchen. About 20 minutes later, my dad started shouting from the living room. “WHO CHANGED THE WIFI PASSWORD?” Ryan appeared at the top of the stairs like he had been summoned by an ancient ritual. “I did.” “WHY?” “For ...

When I first met him it was this "where do I know you from?" thought. And then it was like "oooh" His facial features matched Trent Reznor, a younger 90s version, almost perfectly. And I think he knew that because he'd style his hair exactly the same, complete with long flat bangs and pitch-black hair dye. While the clothing style wasn't tough to copy, typically a t-shirt or tanktop under a collared shirt.... yup, he had that, too. I met his wife a few times, she was an attractive Asian woman, and super-nice. Then I said to myself "Hmm..... what does Trent Reznor's wife look like?" so I looked her up. Yup. Attractive Asian. submitted by /u/dougiebgood [link] [comments]

Two Different Memories When I was 19 and Kendra was 18, we were alone in our parents' house, lying on our parents' bed watching TV. We only learned recently that we're half-siblings — her father is actually my father's brother — but back then we were just brother and sister, close in a way that had always set us apart, even in a house that was already dysfunctional enough without us adding to it. She was in front of me, both of us on our sides. I felt it before I did anything — a vibe, like electricity running straight through me. My heart was pounding. My hand was actually shaking when I reached out and put it on her waist, just above her hip. The second I felt her body under my hand, I knew how aroused I was. She turned fast. I yanked my hand back, sure she was angry. She wasn't. I saw it in her eyes and she saw it in mine, mirrored right back, and we fell into each other. We kissed, hard and clumsy and passionate, and dry-humped there on our parents' bed. We...

This isn't the first time this has happened because i've seen dried ass skin all over the seat before and im the only one who cleans it since my sister moved out, anyways im rambling I'll get on with the story. I walked into the bathroom because I gotta shit and im the only one in the house who uses that restroom since my grandma died and my sister moved out to go to college. And so riddle me suprised when I walk into the FUCKING PUBLIC RESTROOM IN OUR FUCKING HOUSE! and see dried up period blood and pubic hair (that was shaved off due to their being cream on the bundles of hair) so not only is their period blood on my toilet seat but FUCKING PUBIC HAIR THAT WAS SHAVED MEANING THIS PERSON (my mom) WAS AWARE OF WHAT SHE WAS DOING! Now I get period blood because I know women dont have control over that BUT IF YOU SEE IT CLEAN IT! AND I KNOW THAT YOU FUCKING SAW IT BECAUSE YOU SHAVED YOUR FUCKING PUBES AND LEFT THEM ON THE TOILET SEAT so I get it if you didn't see your pe...

Yeah this is a story I think about daily, after it happened to me about 6 months ago I was in the back of a Marshall’s looking for bedding looping through the isles. I see someone continue to pass me in isles around the store. I recognized this but didn’t think much about these interactions since this person was disabled and a vulnerable person. ( his disability was visible as in impacting the cranial facial area (potentially Treacher Collins syndrome??)). Not that this matters to me as a person at all but makes the situation more difficult morally for me. Anyways I’m shopping and see him walking slowly towards me, he waves at me ; I wave back and give a smile. He walks away. I continue to shop then he comes back to me, and said excuse me, while giving me his phone opened to the notes page. Written is, “Can I touch your nose for 20$”. After reading this i was very much taken aback. I just said no thank you, while he looked disappointed and said oh okay.? After that interaction he w...

This story is about the first time I got high ….and an unfortunate series of events. For context, it was around summertime when I first moved into the suburbs after living in the city my whole life. I was about 15 at the time about to go in to freshmen year of high school. I wanted to make friends since I was the “new kid” and wanted to fit in right before school started. So I rode my bike around the neighborhood hoping one day some kids would see me and ask to hangout. My hopes had came true and some kids had asked me to play basketball with them. It was two brothers and their sister. The older sibling Marcus(M15), the younger brother Steve(M14) and the sister Nila(F17). So all had went well, we hung out almost every week throughout the summer and that was that. I had friends and felt happy in the new neighborhood. I was invited into their house one time and I noticed their way of living was a bit…strange to say the least. They only had a dad living at home and the dad always gave me...