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Desperate men settle for 304s. Why would a man want to be single his whole life? Why would a man want to come home to an empty house? Why would a man want to share a woman with a bunch of other dudes? No man with self respect likes a 304.

I am LA born and raised too! H0es are fun! They have people skills and nuanced understanding of people. Men would be hoes too if they had the chance. Charm has nothing to do with looks! Once you are a h0e, you understand. LOVE this refreshing perspective. Subscribed :)

I just had a big chunk 😭😭😭 forgiving myself for my past at 40 years old is difficult. But it must be done. I always say we’re imperfectly perfect. Thank you for making this video. 🩷

I absolutely love 304s. I just know not to get serious with one.

Thank you for making this video ❤️

General Lee from dukes of hazard. 1996 dodge charger.

R-34 is the only Godzilla I like.

Eleanor.. hands freaking down. 1967 350 shelby gt 500 mustang fastback

What? No. Neither of those. Proper choice is Gay Deceiver from The Number of the Beast by Heinlein.

Abusive Ak, Joe "hide your dogs" Budden, and Mr. Beast the pedo defender even being considered is CRAZY

Also one of the most Xenophobic places in the world bro. Gorgeous place, just sucks that they hate foreigners so much.

try to fix the lights its giving a glair the camera. str8 video tho. your podcast got more potential than most

Thank god I own an Infiniti

You don’t have to think about how you breathe, dont feel exhausted or anything You’re just going

Real shit. Thank you!

I had no choice but to respect an elder. NOOOO matter what. it didn’t matter how I felt. That’s the way I raised… hell I got my ahh beat if I didn’t 😭

That makes no fucking sense I'm done with the internet

This is why my woman can’t be on social media like that.. it messes with these women’s minds 😅

I fear my abusive father

When are you going live???

Nearly died a few times, most recently was Jan. 2020, out on George's Banks, we were stacking up to move our gear (about 200 traps and roughly 6 miles of rope, per load) and we were racing some weather to het the gear aboard and get the hell off George's (its really shallow and between that and the currents it can make the waves really tall steep and cloae together, so exrta not good) Well we lost that race while half way done getting a trawl (about fifty, eighty odd pound lobster traps all strung together like Christmas lights on a mile and a quarter of rope) we were stacking up eight high to make sure we could get them all aboard, and i dont care how big and strong you are, you aren't stacking eight high not by yourself anyway, so with the weather closing and already getting shitty we had to send someone up the stack to finish building it then toe it down so we can start building the mext one. Well it was getting shitty and I didn't want to be up there, but i was also the Mate. It was MY deck, and I will NEVER ask a man to do something I am reluctant to do. So it needs to be done and I will not delegate the task... Narrows down who's going up there a bit. So I go to the stack we had already built and tied down right in front of it and climbed up that and started having traps passed up to me. Well we got to about halfway through the last row (stack two rows tie it down, stack two more repeat) when we took a sea pretty dirrectly broadside. I saw the white water in the decklights (it was about 1AM at the time) and went to back off onto the secured stacks but no go. Before i got all the way to the relative safety of the secured stack she rolled and me and about nine traps with all their lines went ove the side together in one big ball of fuck. As I hit the water I hit the water, I landed on traps (which fall much more slowly through water than they do air) and more traps fell on top of me, pounded the jell out of me. Then the lines started pulling tight and I realized my left leg was all wrapped up, and at about the same instant I was dragged under by about ¾ton of gear, unti the slack on the groundlines ran out and started pulling on traps that had already been lashed to the deck. So at least I wasn't gone all the way to the bottom, but I was still all of 20-25 fathoms under the boat, I could see the entire nearly 80 feet of hull silhouetted in her deck lights. I thought to myself "whelp this is fucking less than ideal..." And set to work in cutting at the mass of cordage that was wrapped on my leg, which I had oh so recently decided had now been promoted to the rank of cutting board. I knew the way I was slicing onto those ropes that I was also doing a number on myself, but priority was not so much protecting my leg but getting a couple dozen wraps off me before my air ran out, and there weren'tuch of that to begin with, a few of those traps that landed on me pretty right winded me. Well got the lines free and got myself to the surface, but there was a new problem i had gone over the port side of the boat, now I was surfaced some distance off the starboard side, winded, clad in heavy winter clothes and rain gear on top of that, i wasn't in a condition to swim much, even if i was in the shape to do so. I still had my boots though so I kicked them off, flipped them upside down over my head, tucked them under my arms and hugged myself, and tried to het anyones attention on the boat. When I'd reached the stage where you just don't care anymore, I watched with disinterest as the boat heaved around into my general direction (I had been drifting away from her) and I remember being annoyed at a light in my face and wished for it to go away. Next thing I was in a helicopter surrounded by some very friendly Coasties on my way to St. Luke's, direct flight no transfer to an ambulance at the USCG Air Station. Five days later, I was nack on the same deck heading out to go fetch all the hear we left behind. That was not the first time I'd been over the side but it was the worst.

I almost drowned at 5 or 6 yrs old. Idk if thats why I'm not scared of dying but I mainly fear loosing loved ones more than loosing my own life.

Mo we been lookin for the lives! Do you only go live on yt?

My mother always told us "Respect is due where respect is given BUT; When it comes to your elders, be respectful until you feel disrespected."

Did this place close go under and close its doors? Does anyone know? Thanks!

What camera do you use ?

President Dr Umar, and Life without parole for Charleston White!

Stop using the word n---as!, we are not n---as!.

Who is this guy?

When will people learn you can't open a place like this in a poor community... It never works.

.01*2^29=5,368,709.12 just in one month. So...WHAT?

This guy is an idiot. You take the penny and double it everyday.

The penny doubling everyday for just a month would already give you over $5 mil lmao. The calculation’s been done to death. What is bro yapping about with only $1 after a month.

That 20s joy was different. The freedom/ fear it brought coming out of high school, the unpredictability of new situations you had to navigate, discovering/ changing who you want to represent yourself as to the world, the new access to women from places you've never lived before .... I think it's a great conversation about what that should look like in our 30s. That excitement/ ignorance we had brought a sense of happiness because it was new, sketchy, and shit would just happen. But that shit was not all rainbows. Shit was sad cause n***** did stupid shit too. I think our 30s is about embracing our new life built off the choices in our 20s. I plan on my 30s bringing more joy into my life

Why don't you get a sales job?

Nice Mr moo

Is it still open

love rad

I know you're not trying to thrift clothes again

Sometimes you gotta get real w yourself! You got this Mo

do they have a number to call i left something there

Eliv is so dope, he inspires me, thanks for making this

I dont know why this was in my recommended but I like the Fred Flinstone Costume

Ahahaha love y’all fr🖤

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