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Miami fashion designer @hoodtourist Deeboy HT drops his self entitled EP on @EXIT9TEEN Miami's #1 source for new Underground trap/hip-hop/rap

2021.12.09 11:21 FoundersSociety Miami fashion designer @hoodtourist Deeboy HT drops his self entitled EP on @EXIT9TEEN Miami's #1 source for new Underground trap/hip-hop/rap

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2021.12.09 11:21 prax_0809 Dropping rows except 5

Suppose I've a data of 6 lakh and I only want 10 out of it , how do I discard the 5lakh something data??
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2021.12.09 11:21 imabouttoredditnow Please help me identify my niece's toy

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2021.12.09 11:21 TrendsWide Unemployment Benefit Claims Fall to New Low in 52 Years

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2021.12.09 11:21 thewhitewolf199 Feel like he hates himself for how he handled his exit 💔

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2021.12.09 11:21 Darthdisaster12 Lookin for girls or guys over age of 18 willing to voice chat and play in our realm! Over 40 + current players

Looking for any girls or guys ages 18+ who use voice chat and wanna join Nonchalant Neck of the Woods! This realm is the new realm coming after the origins of Laid Back Lands, a very successful 4 month long realm! We are still in the very early stages of the realm with people still getting basic things along with factions. We are are hoping to have future shops, arenas, community activities, and battles! We currently have a very even amount of girls and guys who voice chat along with having strict rules. So don’t be iffy on coming and joining, we have a very friendly, and funny community! We have awesome things planned !
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2021.12.09 11:21 Imaginary_Courage_84 Spider-Man (2002) Movie Game Meme Marathon: Meme #36

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2021.12.09 11:21 MTheShow Big Kev is just bein modest…

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2021.12.09 11:21 Arwagollon Vážně to má z chlastu a nebo ho jen stravuje temná strana síly a pokud to má z chlastu, tak proč stále víc vypadá joko lord Sithious?

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2021.12.09 11:21 TrendsWide Senate paves the way to ratify Convention 190 on workplace violence and harassment

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2021.12.09 11:21 Galahad789 Decided to Boba Fett through Wombo a few times

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2021.12.09 11:21 conelover1234 Waluigi's own game #JusticeForWaluigi

I think is time for Waluigi to have his own game, go into Twitter and write:
Dear u/NintendoAmerica
I will be posting this everyday until you give Waluigi his own game.
Your pal, me.
#JusticeForWaluigi
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2021.12.09 11:21 largep3droncolliderr A short story

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2021.12.09 11:21 workwithvisa Senior Frontend Engineer at e-bot7 GmbH (Munich, Germany)

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2021.12.09 11:21 Visakh_Sarma Target-Locked!!!

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2021.12.09 11:21 TrendsWide Lightning Fast Solana Empowers ALFPROTOCOL’s Decentralized High-Leverage Positions 2021

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2021.12.09 11:21 ThrowawayReddit77N9 Bruh, fml lol

Got a prior injury that may be affecting you rn? Fuck that you still doing an ACFT... ._____.
[P.S. Was told I had to do it the day prior even though I've been talking about pain in an area where there was a prior injury, and after doing the test they acknowledge I may indeed, be fucked up a lil from said pain 👏]
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2021.12.09 11:21 kompas12306 When I get dressed, I am filled with indescribable joy, I become Alejandra and all my problems are over :)

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2021.12.09 11:21 Michael1691 I love the idea of Goblin being the villain even more. This is so fitting for the plot of NWH.

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2021.12.09 11:21 Dodoboomer Man, don't you just hate when your rich friends fire at you?

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2021.12.09 11:21 cuntcuntcu Quick question

Is it possible to figure out who is behind an instagram account. I don’t have experience with hacking or anything of that nature. An account has recently been posting pictures of various people to slander them and some videos simply making fun of people by taking videos bullying them. I need the name or some indication of who it is because based on the profile name it is unclear. In order for me to bring this up to somebody who can do something about it, I need the name of the account owner. I hope the people on here can help. It would be much appreciated.
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2021.12.09 11:21 RoamingRonin1988 Happy birthday to the birthday pup!

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2021.12.09 11:21 Pmar07 Papaya lip balm?!

So with the holiday bag featuring a papaya insert, it got me thinking it could be a hint to a new makeup release. Possibly balm dot com - seems fitting!
What do you all think?
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2021.12.09 11:21 Hemingbird [MF] The Gift of Justice

A gentle blanket of snow fell over the city of Balsa, capital of Rustovia, and Nikolas "Kolya" Tunippovich excitedly watched from the comfort of his panic room. His personal servant, Grigor, had grumbled yet carried out his master's command in installing it inside what was already a panic room within his bed chamber.
"Master! Your ... soda is ready."
"Did you prepare it properly?"
"Of course, sir. I added 1/5 Sprite and 3/5 Coca Cola and topped the rest of the glass off with sugar."
A drink fit for kings, Nikolas mused. "How do I know you're not an impostor?"
From his monitor Nikolas could see Grigor grow uneasy. His tray shook a little. Did he already know what was about to happen? "Please, young master. Not that ... I beg you—"
"Silence!" he said, spitting all over his microphone. His father had gotten Nikolas' favorite entertainer, Borgo the Flatfooted Rabbit, to yell curse words into it. From the blood that had been left behind in the dungeon afterwards, Nikolas assumed there had been some resistance. Later, when he thanked his father, he had given him a pat on the head and had said, "Anything for my Kolya." A feeling of power rushed through his veins as he spoke through the same instrument that had been defiled by Borgo. "Strip to your undergarments, and squeal like a pig!"
Grigor's shoulders sank, and it thrilled Nikolas to watch this broken man set the tray aside. "If I were an impostor, would this prove anything, sir? Anyone can scream like a pig in their undergarments."
Nikolas sniggered. "That might be true. But there is only one man in the world who does it looking as pathetic as you."
With amusement, Nikolas observed that Grigor's performance was 1/5 wailing, 3/5 squealing, and it was all topped off with the tears of a man who once, long ago, had dreams.
Whilst sipping on his blended soda, Nikolas flipped through the channels on his monitor, searching for signs that the man had arrived. A red-tinted sleigh. Airborne reindeer. Anything that might indicate the presence of the man standing above all men, the dictator of elves, clad in the color of blood to warn any foes of their likely fate were they to make the wrong move. Santa Claus. The gift-bearing titan of the North Pole.
His father had recently hired an additional security team on top of the one they already had. Apparently, hostile forces had been increasing their effort to assassinate him. The cockroaches rose up in rebellion, and Nikolas' father had to introduce them to his boot. Fools. The great dictator of Rustovia ruled with an iron fist dripping with fresh blood, and anyone dumb enough to try to take him down would only serve as a new coat of paint.
Seeing his monitor flicker, Nikolas realized that Santa Claus had already made his way into their heavily-fortified fortress. He slurped up the rest of his drink. The camera went dark, and Nikolas hastily switched channels. And there he could see him, in all his glory. Santa Claus walked up their hallway holding a large, serrated blade. A guard shot at him wildly, but his shots all missed. As the poor guard stared at his gun in confusion, Santa Claus cut his throat clean open. Nikolas pumped his fists. Like always, Santa Claus was a total badass.
Like a cool wind blowing over a lake of death, Santa Claus moved down the corridor and slashed at their guards. With glee, Nikolas flipped through channels to see them lying on the floor in pools of their own blood. Guts spilled out like laundry from an overstuffed washing machine.
This new team of guards was a joke. At least when faced with a man who could sneak behind a polar bear unnoticed and crack its neck. Shaking his head, Nikolas basked in the sights flowing out from his monitor, and he was about to switch channels when he spotted an interesting encounter. It was one of the old guards, Oleg, and he now stood face to face with Santa Claus himself. Nikolas felt a pit in his stomach. Oleg was a cool guy. He was the one whose knuckles had been caked in blood as they dragged Borgo out. But this was Santa Claus. Conflicted, Nikolas leaned in closer. He got a real scare when he found that the two men stared back up at him. For a few seconds they both looked directly into the camera, and Nikolas understood that they must have been talking about him. Suddenly, their behavior changed and Santa Claus karate-chopped Oleg's shoulder. Would that really be enough? It turned out it was, because Oleg released a shrill cry of pain before flying to the floor as if hit by an anvil. "I'm not surprised," said Nikolas to himself. "After all, Santa has a black belt."
It wasn't long before Santa Claus had made it all the way to his bed chambers. Nikolas watched with excitement as Santa withdrew a blue rifle from under his suit. Awesome. Blue was his favorite color.
"Master! Your soda has been prepared."
In walked Grigor again. Nikolas frowned. Perhaps Santa Claus would rip out his spine. That is, if he could find it.
"Get out, you peasant!" cried Santa Claus. "I swear, one of these days, Grigor ..."
Wait, Santa Claus knew Grigor? That was strange. Then Nikolas thought something else was strange as well: he hadn't asked for another soda. So why had Grigor come back to bring one?
"Forgive me, master!" cried Grigor and a chill ran down Nikolas' spine as he arrived at a harrowing realization. He entered the passcode to his panic room's panic room. Then he entered the passcode to his primary panic room. And as he walked out into his bed chamber, he was fuming.
Sweat dripped from Santa's forehead. "Oh, Kolya—I mean, Nikolas! What a treat. We talk about you up the North Pole all the time and we all agree you are the coolest kid on the planet. I've met them all, you know. So I would know."
Nikolas stared at his feet. "I know it's you," he said. "I know it's you, Papa. Santa Claus doesn't know Grigor ..."
Waving his hands around in a panic, Santa Claus glanced over at Grigor. "You are mistaken! Grigor here applied for a job at my factory. But we rejected him, because he's objectively worthless." Standing proud to have come up with a story like that in a pinch, "Santa Claus" let out a merry laugh.
"Y-Yes!" Grigor hastened to add. "I met Mrs. Claus and the elves, and I—"
"Stop it!" said Nikolas in a harsh tone. "Papa, you called me Kolya. So you can give up the act. Oh, and Grigor," he said as he remembered, "what are you even doing back here? I didn't ask for another soda."
Grigor stared at his tray, bewildered. "Another? This is the first soda I have brought you today."
The first? That was a strange lie for Grigor to be telling. Nikolas summoned the both of them into his panic room, then the panic room of his panic room, and showed them the evidence. "See?" he said. "The glass is right there, next to the ..."
Nikolas' eyed grew wide with astonishment. Next to his empty glass was a present. A box wrapped in red paper with a green ribbon. "Grigor?" said Nikolas. "Did you bring a gift with you when you came in here earlier?"
"I didn't come in here, I promise you, young master." It was clear from Grigor's pathetic eyes that he was telling the truth. "Oh! You can check the cameras. I was, uh. Well, I was helping your father prepare."
Nikolas' father slapped Grigor across the face. "Are you trying to ruin the boy's sense of wonder?" Leaning down and putting a hand on Nikolas' shoulder, his father said, "Dear Kolya. I am sorry. I hired a team of guards to serve as fodder and I gave them guns loaded with blanks. I took them down because I know how much you adore Santa Claus. I didn't expect to see Oleg, though, so we had to ... improvise."
They studied the recordings, and it was true. Grigor had really been busy while Nikolas had his drink served. But then ... Who on Earth was it?
Trembling, Nikolas' father said, "Someone actually made it through our many layers of security. They evaded all detection and made their escape, for the sole purpose of delivering this gift." Nikolas had never seen his father frightened before. "Grigor, if I can have a word?"
The two men went into a corner. Meanwhile, Nikolas stared at his gift. And he felt certain. Surely that man who had impersonated Grigor earlier to perfection, surely there was only one person that could be? It must have been him: the gift-bearing titan of the North Pole. The real Santa Claus. Awashed with excitement, Nikolas unwrapped the present Santa Claus had personally delivered in such a skillful manner.
"No!" cried his father. "Don't open it! It could be a—"
Outside, the snow kept falling. In the corner of his monitor, Nikolas could see a shadow of a figure take off from the top of their mansion. Santa Claus had not come to reward Nikolas for being good. No, this was a punishment. In the distance could be heard the grunt of reindeer and a soft jingle.
Surrounded by the screams of his father and Grigor, who each ran in opposite directions, Nikolas stared with horror at the gift Santa Claus had brought for him.
An unexpected silence pierced the air. For inside the red box was nothing but coal.
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