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Jews took over TikTok and are currently banning everything anti Israel. Do you think this will work out for them or will this just drive more people against Israel?
>>60795653 my gambling money is 500k. I'm tired of winning
>>60653192
practice girlfriends are absolutely business
practice girlfriends are absolutely business
>>149613895
its slop you tard
its slop you tard
Got one manuscript that fucking nobody wants to review. Been sat in my dashboard for fucking 130 days and not one person have even agreed to submit a report after 40 invitations sent out.
Authors getting pissy saying where is my peer review?!?! Mate, not my fault your manuscript is so fucking boring and shit nobody wants to review it.
I swear, scientists are some of the least self-aware people with the biggest inflated egos on the fucking planet.
Authors getting pissy saying where is my peer review?!?! Mate, not my fault your manuscript is so fucking boring and shit nobody wants to review it.
I swear, scientists are some of the least self-aware people with the biggest inflated egos on the fucking planet.
She stared at the plate in front of her—small, green spheres glistening under the dim kitchen light. The brussels sprouts smelled of punishment, of control, of everything she had tried to escape.
With trembling hands, she lifted one to her lips. The bitterness seeped into her mouth like regret, crawling down her throat as if it knew the weight of what she'd done. He sat across the table, watching. Always watching. His gaze bore into her like an unrelenting storm, waiting for her to swallow.
She forced another bite, the texture turning to paste, clogging her senses. The room seemed smaller now, shrinking as the clock ticked. She chewed slower. She swallowed harder.
And yet, no matter how much she ate, the sprouts never disappeared. The plate refilled endlessly.
She bit her tongue to keep from screaming...
With trembling hands, she lifted one to her lips. The bitterness seeped into her mouth like regret, crawling down her throat as if it knew the weight of what she'd done. He sat across the table, watching. Always watching. His gaze bore into her like an unrelenting storm, waiting for her to swallow.
She forced another bite, the texture turning to paste, clogging her senses. The room seemed smaller now, shrinking as the clock ticked. She chewed slower. She swallowed harder.
And yet, no matter how much she ate, the sprouts never disappeared. The plate refilled endlessly.
She bit her tongue to keep from screaming...
Just T-posed on a ho after she paid for my rice bowl and drained my garden hose, fo sho.