Horrible thing to wake up to. Eaten at this restaurant many times and been going to Southport my whole life by boat and last night a former Marine suffering from schizophrenia due to what appears to be a possible gunshot wound he suffered while in Afghanistan in 2006 pulled up to this restaurant on a boat and opened fire with a suppressed AR killing 3 people and wounding a bunch of others. He had been filing lawsuits and alleging the LGBTQ community was encouraging people to kill themselves and communicating this through the number “122.” His Facebook is a deeply disturbing rabbit hole of someone losing their mind with references to Epstein and Abu Ghraib.
Every time I think the second hand embarrassment can’t get worse he goes and outdoes himself
This is why he’s had to resort to paying women to have his kids. He thinks this is the pinnacle of male personality. Something most men realize isn’t true around 23.
Remember, kids: no amount of money makes you cool. Zuck will never be cool. Musk will never be cool. Crypto bros will never be cool. You either have it or you don’t. Money in and of itself doesn’t achieve this.
This shit is insane. People that’ve never looked at airplanes flying at night or understand scale or rather lack thereof in any way are either losing their minds over run of the mill airplanes or purposely muting videos so you can’t hear the extremely loud jet engines and people are buying it. It’s so obviously a plane.
“They’re flying so low to the trees!” You are watching full size passenger jets thousands of feet high coming in to land at an airport you’re not directionally intelligent enough to orient yourself with miles away. Stop it, New Jersey. The country already has a bad opinion of you.
“They’re flying in circles tho!”
It’s called a holding pattern. Theyre waiting for permission to land. You’ve been on a plane that had to do this. They’re miles away from you. The lights are EXTREMELY bright. It throws scale off.
Here’s mine: the day before the start of 9th grade my buddy Carl came over and we were shooting pool and every time he’d walk by I’d smell shit and finally I asked him “Carl did you step in shit?” and he was like “uhh, naw man, I didn’t…uhh I farted” and I could tell it…
wasn’t a fart because you can smell the difference between human shit and a fart. One has a much earthier fragrance. But every time he’d walk by I’d smell it more and more and he just kept insisting that he farted or that maybe he’d stepped in dog shit and I could smell that…
wasn’t true either because dogshit and human shit smell different. So we got done shooting pool and Carl’s dad was on his way to pick him up so we walked out to the living room and Carl said he had to pee so I sat down and watched TV with my dad and Carl stayed in the bathroom…
-an angry white boy named Connor
-Southern accent
-concerned white women that aren’t helping
-white wine
-some stupid shit only a drunk white guy would do
-playing old school hip hop
-an ugly vase
-a woman wearing a fur
-navy blazer with jeans