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This is a true story. I am clearly good with finding women and securing a wife so I'm sharing advise with the world on how to do that. Just hang out in your room by yourself and play video games. That's what I did, it worked for me. I was just chilling playing video games and a cute 18yo brunette walked right in, asked me out, and we fell head over heels in love. We are married to this day. If it worked for me it will surely work for you! Here is the story with more details. My sister decided to throw a Halloween party for her friends all of whom had recently graduated high school along with herself. We both still lived with mom and dad while working our way through college courses. On this particular day I had just returned home from a long shift at work, I didn't realize there had been a party scheduled. I knew most of the people there, I recognized them as my sisters friends. I just waved and went straight to my room to fire up the video games like a real stud. I mus...

I’m sitting on my bathroom floor at 3:00 AM, crying into the fur of a 12-year-old, half-blind golden retriever mix named Buster, and I just need to get this out into the universe. Three months ago, my grandfather passed away. They had been inseparable for over a decade. When Papa went into hospice, Buster stopped eating. When Papa died, Buster sat by the front door for two weeks, just waiting. Because my parents couldn’t take him, I brought Buster into my small apartment. I’ll be honest: it’s been hard. He has severe separation anxiety, his hips are failing, and most days he just stares at the wall with this profound, devastating sadness. I felt like I was just running a canine nursing home, keeping him comfortable until he inevitably joined Papa. I’ve been going through a really dark clinical depression myself. Tonight, it peaked. I hit a breaking point where the silence in my apartment felt too heavy to breathe through. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and took out a bottl...

I was managing a Club in a city with a large Air force presence. Many of the customers were foreign nationals attending Language School and would come in and most were really good people. We had very strict procedures for Credit Card usage. A valid unexpired ID (confirmed visually) with a matching name on Credit Card. Cards were reauthorized when tabs got big, A bartender called me over and handed me a US Military ID and a Credit Card, names did not match. Bartender showed me a closed tab from same guy with another name. There were four of them, all similar looking with large beards. Bartender told me he saw them using the ATM also. I approached the guy who tendered the Card. I asked why he used a non matching Military ID / Credit Card for this transaction . He apologized and reached for his wallet. This guy pulls out three different US Military ID’s. Not one of them matched name on Card. He then shows me a photo of yet another ID. This time they matched. I was never in the Military...

My cousin got married.....2hr15min late. I got a call asking can I pick my cousin, the groom's daughter up from the hotel and bring her to the ceremony. I'm like of course, love her she's sweet and like 9 then. I leave my house an hour before the ceremony is supposed to start to get to the hotel. I get to the hotel 45min until ceremony. Knock on door and someone opens it. I see my little cousin....who is in pajamas. Im freaking out as where is her dress. She's supposed to be a flower girl in her dad's wedding. At this moment the bathroom door swung open. The bride is just getting out of the tub....45min before her wedding 😐 (30min drive to the building btw). She tells me her mom accidentally took the girl dress. Which i dont understand how an adult sized woman confuses a small 9 year old dress for hers but ok. She says her mom has the dress there already, i tell cousin let's go to get you changed. The bride then tells her 10 year old daughter bye. Im like wher...

I took on the local mental health clinic after I caught them committing fraud. Billing for services not provided, up charging for specialized therapy that never happened (nor was the provider qualified to bill for) and falsified documents. The sociopathic social worker took advantage of my toddler daughters and I. She was lying to my face about services available, saying we didn’t meet diagnostic criteria while she was billing for the services I was asking for - just no one was providing it. To conceal her crime, she violated HIPAA and slandered me across town to every other disability service center in the county. People were rude as hell to me for no reason and it took me 18 months to figure out what she was doing. Beyond words evil. Just fucking kicking me at my lowest and blocking any help from getting to me and my daughters so she could look good to her bosses at my personal expense. I spent over 100 hours meticulously organizing my findings, over 150+ fraudulent billing inst...

so i confronted my dad about the woman. he denied it at first but eventually admitted he’d been seeing her for years. my mom overheard the commotion. she asked what it was about we both stayed DEAD silent. my mom was already suspicious as if she already knew. my mom and dad gets into an argument over it and my dad packs his bags and leaves to sleep at a motel. the next morning, i call my dad and he finally admitted it. he’d been paying for an apartment across town for years and visiting them while telling my mom he was working late or going fishing. my mom was right by me when i called him. turns out she’d known about the woman for almost a year. she’d found messages on his ipad and confronted him privately. he’d promised her he would end it, and she’d kept quiet because he told her mom would never recover from it. she’d been carrying this alone for a year. i genuinely don’t know what happens now. my mom won’t speak to him, my sister is in utter disbelief after she found out, and my d...

got an uber home last weekend and the driver recognized my last name. turns out he used to work with my dad years ago. we’re chatting normally until he asks if my dad still goes fishing every other thursday. i said yeah, pretty sure. he goes “oh nice, is he still going with that woman from accounting?” i laughed because i assumed he was joking. he wasn’t... apparently my dad has been telling my mom he’s going fishing with his buddies every other thursday for like 6 years. the driver then showed me a photo of them all together at a christmas party. my dad was holding a baby. i have a 19 year old sister. my parents have been married 24 years. i got out of the car, went inside, and ate dinner with my family like nothing happened. haven’t confronted him yet. honestly still processing the fact that my dad might have a whole second family and my uber driver was the one to break the news. PS: gave the guy 5 stars because what the fuck else do you do in that situation submitted by ...

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...

Keep in mind, my mom told us this in the dead of night while camping 😭 My mom was about 14 and got asked to babysit her cousins (12, 9, and 7) while her aunt and uncle went out for the night. They dropped her off at the house, in the middle of the country, surrounded by cornfields, and left. Soon after, a heavy thunderstorm rolled in. With not much to do, the kids decided to watch a scary movie together, and all piled onto the couch. A while in, the climax of the movie hit with a massive jump scare, and at the exact same moment, a huge crack of lightning lit up the sky. All the girls screamed. Except my mom wasn't screaming at the movie.... When the lightning flashed, she looked out the window and saw A MAN staring at them... The oldest cousin was still screaming at the movie, so my mom physically turned her head to face the window. At that moment the man SPRINTED.... not away, but straight toward the front door. My mom, who could thankfully run fast as hell, bolted for the door ...

I was a cashier at the time. I was checking out these two guys. One of them was on the other side of the cart and the other one was near me. I was taking a while because I was looking for a barcode. The dude next to me started laughing and pointing after a couple seconds of me trying to find it. I finally found the barcode and I told him jokingly “why didn’t you tell me it was there?” The second dude comes up to pay. And starts signing to the other dude. He was deaf. It took me three months to find out that he wasn’t laughing either. I told my dad the story and he cleared that up for me. He was in fact, not laughing. He was trying to tell me where it was. Idk its kinda funny to me now but i really feel horrible if he was offended. submitted by /u/TreatSpecialist2848 [link] [comments]

I (26F) and my fiancé "Mark" (28M) have been together for four years. His mother, "Eleanor," has always been the pillar of the community. She’s the woman who organizes charity galas, dresses impeccably, and runs a flawless household. When we got engaged, she generously offered to pay for half of our dream wedding at a luxury estate. I was over the moon. However, three weeks ago, Eleanor called an emergency family meeting. With tears in her eyes, she told us they hit "unexpected financial hardships" and had to withdraw the money. She even aggressively pressured us to cancel the whole thing and just host a small backyard BBQ instead. Mark was devastated, and I was deeply confused because his dad is a highly successful surgeon—a sudden financial collapse made absolutely no sense. Yesterday, I found out the truth, and it is crazier than anything I could have ever imagined. I work in administration at a private medical clinic in a neighboring city that handles...

My roommate asked if we could talk last night and i immediately started trying to remember if id left something gross in the fridge. Apparently shes been uncomfortable with how many guys ive been having over. She said she wasnt judging she just wanted a heads up instead of finding someone she didnt know in the kitchen before work. Which is fair, except i haven't been seeing anyone. I asked who she meant and she said shed seen three different guys leaving in the morning over the last few weeks. All my brother. He works about ten minutes from here but lives almost an hour away, so sometimes he sleeps on the couch after a late shift. Id told her he would occasionally stay over. They just havent really spent time around each other. He had long hair and a beard until his girlfriend broke up with him. Then he shaved his head, regretted it, shaved the beard too. He's also been wearing glasses lately because his contacts are bothering him. We were eating Chinese when she brought this ...

So we were basically playing together not even 4 hours ago.I was on the couch lying down while he was standing up and doing silly things to me. His face was almost on top of my butt, and that's when a fart slipped out of me. It was a stinky ass fart. It went like "pufff",literary so disgusting. Mind you that it was right on top of his face. I am still so embarrassed. He was trying to play it off, but i know he was disgusted by this. submitted by /u/Careful-Bet400 [link] [comments]

I didn’t watch the actual show as a fan, I just watched clips on YouTube because it was cool seeing people sell crazy stuff and Rick being the biggest lowballer in history. Like when he gets offered Sri-Lanka coins but only offers a low price rather than millions. But bro had to do something to make money I guess. But I never caught that the show was absolutely fake as fuck until maybe a couple years ago. And I didn’t find out through articles or videos, I actually found out second-hand. (Not a joke) So I have a friend who lives not that far from Vegas, maybe a half hour drive away. He’s actually been to the Gold & Silver Pawn shop and he’s never actually seen The Old Man, Rick, Corey or Austin “Chumlee” at the store. It’s actually just workers who have actually worked there for a while. Also the store is some big attraction place and if Rick and the crew are there, it’s because they’re shooting. The funniest part is that I always thought Rick was the biggest brained historian s...

I am typing this on my phone while hiding behind a massive metal exhaust vent on the roof of my apartment building, and I am only posting this because I managed to connect to an unsecured Wi-Fi network that seems to be broadcasting directly from the new spire they installed up here. I do not know if this message will even reach the normal internet, but I have to try because the singing in the sky is getting louder, and I am struggling to fight the urge to throw myself over the ledge. Everything started exactly three weeks ago when we were still living in normal Moscow. I live with my parents in a large Soviet-era apartment block on the seventh floor, so we are very used to the government suddenly making demands or changing the rules without asking us first. My father was sitting on the couch watching the evening news, and he didn't even look up when the loud knock came at the front door, so my mother wiped her hands on her cooking apron and went to answer it. I was sitting at the ...

We have 2 children under 2 and just moved to a new house, life has been pretty hectic lately. After a few weeks, we're finally settling down and last night, after a very long week, we got both kids down around 7:45. I bought a chicken to roast with potatoes and green beans. I put everything in the oven and took a quick shower. Lured my wife into the bedroom and we enjoyed some long overdue 'relations'. Almost on que, the chicken was done when we returned. Great meal. Soon after finishing, my wife said "What a nice evening, this should be a tradition." I responded "Friday nights... Dickin' and a Chicken." submitted by /u/rtice001 [link] [comments]

I found them in the attic while looking for Christmas lights. Dozens of envelopes tied with a faded blue ribbon, all addressed to her in handwriting I didn't recognize. The postmarks were from the year before we met. I didn't open them. I sat on the dusty floor and held them for a long time, trying to decide who I was going to be in that moment. The man who asks questions, or the man who lets people keep their own secrets. I chose silence. Every birthday after that, I watched her a little closer. She'd sometimes go quiet on the anniversary of her mother's death. She'd sit by the window with a cup of tea that went cold. I told myself it was grief, and maybe it was. Last Sunday she came into the kitchen holding one envelope, the ribbon already untied. "I think you should know something," she said. Her voice was steady, but her hands weren't. She had written those letters to her first love, a boy who left for the army and never came back. She had never s...

So, I have a 5-ft schlong, and I’m just trying to learn how to live life with it. Tell you what, just tried to pee at a urinal, and it was such an awkward and embarrassing situation. Obviously, just undoing the zipper is gonna be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. So the belt comes off, the button gets opened up, the zipper goes down, and then it’s time for what I call the “big reveal.” Admittedly, it looks like someone sliced open my abdomen and my colon was hanging out in a tangled mess in my pants. I can honestly say nothing about it looks attractive. And then, you know, you just kind of have to start untangling things and searching around, and yeah, you’ll figure it out eventually. But it has to end up straight if we’re going to get the job done, cuz any knots or kinks in there, it’s just not going to happen. I’ve had this thing my whole life, so it’s not like it’s a new thing, you know. After several minutes of the most efficient untangling of my penis that I can possibl...

I heard about the 2002 version but my grandad knows I like time travel movies, of which I’ve seen a bunch of them and he said to me: “You should watch HG Wells Time Machine movie from the 60’s” and I said: “Um… sure” and I couldn’t get a copy just out of nowhere and he didn’t have one on DVD but luckily enough there was the full movie on YouTube. It was like the literal 1 Hr 43 Min version uncut on YouTube and it was in color, fucking amazing. I’ve already watch the Back To The Future trilogy so I was like: “maybe it’s similar” and when the movie started it had a similar sequence to BTTF with a bunch of clocks floating around the screen like it was Twilight or some shit. At first I was trying to like it since it didn’t really have that time travel feel to it yet, it was just a bunch of guys in a mansion talking about dinner and then George comes through and he’s super beaten up and dirty and the movie does a flashback to a few days ago before the new century was about to begin. Anyw...

I'm 29M. Writing this at 1:47 AM because I just came back from my village. My dad was a farmer. All my life, he never ate with us. My mom, me, my little sister — we would eat together. And he would sit outside, or in the corner, and eat after we were done. As a kid I asked him once, "Papa, aap hamare sath kyun nahi khate?" He just said, "Tum log khao. Mujhe bhookh nahi hai." I started thinking he just liked being alone. Or he didn't like us. I don't know. I was angry for a long time. When I got a job in the city, I stopped going home much. Maybe 2 times a year. Every time I called, mom would say, "Papa ne pucha tha, khana time pe kha raha hai?" That was it. Always about food. He died 2 months ago. Heart attack in the fields. Last week I went home. Mom was cleaning his almirah. She gave me his old steel plate. It was so small. Like a child's plate. I said, "Itna chhota plate Papa kaise use karte the?" My mom looked at me and start...

I'm 31. My dad passed away three weeks ago. I'm writing this at 2 AM because I can't sleep, and because I need to tell someone. My dad was not an emotional man. He was a truck driver. He left home at 4 AM and came back late. He never hugged me at my graduation. He just shook my hand and said, "Good job." I remember being angry about that for years. When I moved to another city for work, we talked maybe once a month. Short calls. "Eat properly. Don't skip meals." That was it. I used to think, doesn't he have anything else to say to me? Last month, he got sick. It was quick. I reached the hospital too late. I only got to see him for ten minutes before he went. After the funeral, I was cleaning his room. In the drawer next to his bed, I found his old phone. The kind with buttons. I charged it, just to see. It had 214 saved voicemails. All of them were mine. Every missed call I ever left him. Every "Papa, call me back." Every "Happy b...

I harbour a deep, simmering resentment towards a very specific financial inequality in my daily life. The shampoo I buy for myself at the local pharmacy costs around £3.50. To me, £3.50 is already a decent bit of money. It feels like a modest, respectable indulgence. Then I looked at the price tag on the shampoo for my Jack Russell Terrier. £6.50. And it didn’t stop there. Upon closer inspection, I realized my family doesn't just use one bottle for the dog—they use two. One for actual washing, and another purely for "fragrance." Does anyone on Earth split their own hair-washing routine into a "cleansing phase" and a "scent-enhancement phase"? I certainly don't. Why on earth does my head get a single, budget-tier bottle while the dog enjoys a two-tier luxury system? While my human scalp is being scrubbed with £3.50 worth of foam, over £11 of capital is being invested directly into the dog’s fur. To make matters worse, the fragrance bottle is "...