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My sixth sense tells me my neighbors still have $600 in fireworks they’re going to use on Monday. Oh well. Who needs sanity?
 
My cat had to get put down after his hind legs gradually got paralyzed. He had ended up with saddle thrombus after finding out as he was dying he had underlying heart disease. We never knew cause it’s hard to detect until you end up with paralysis and all his vets said he was healthy. I’m nigh inconsolable. So upset. :heart-empty:
 
My boss has given me an ultimatum: I have fourteen days before my termination or suspension. Unless I am to work errantly and feverishly.

I must align another job quite soon, but I'm relieved to know that I probably won't be working there for much longer.

I have laboured as much as my God has willed, and I'm satisfied with these labours: I've devoted enough of myself to multinational corporations, and I'm not willing to give more.
 
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Watching Vinny corrupt GameCube games when this appeared.
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Fun.
 
Since Null has confirmed for us that bots are brute-forcing passwords, I have decided to reinforce mine.
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Not that my password was weak in the first place, but the changes I made should make it down-right impossible for a computer to guess. I do not want my account to be hijacked by some tranny to fake a bomb threat on some nobody.
 
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I fucking hate the captcha. Takes me usually about 10 attempts for it to let me through and I often have to reset the tor circuit since it locks me out after the 5th.
 
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I fucking hate the captcha. Takes me usually about 10 attempts for it to let me through and I often have to reset the tor circuit since it locks me out after the 5th.
Recaptcha deliberately fucks with you based on your score, which you can check here:

https://recaptcha-demo.appspot.com/recaptcha-v3-request-scores.php

It goes from 0.1 (scumbag) to 0.9 (good goy).

At 0.1 you will continually get shit like the captcha literally lying to you and saying you failed to identify a fucking traffic light, repeatedly, and then eventually just failing out half the time. If you're on tor it's really common because it's continually changing circuits, and usually based on your current exit node and what it's been doing for the last couple hours, which is usually some fucked up criminal bullshit.
 
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Recaptcha deliberately fucks with you based on your score, which you can check here:

https://recaptcha-demo.appspot.com/recaptcha-v3-request-scores.php

It goes from 0.1 (scumbag) to 0.9 (good goy).

At 0.1 you will continually get shit like the captcha literally lying to you and saying you failed to identify a fucking traffic light, repeatedly, and then eventually just failing out half the time. If you're on tor it's really common because it's continually changing circuits, and usually based on your current exit node and what it's been doing for the last couple hours, which is usually some fucked up criminal bullshit.
 
Kinda against the spirit of the Farms but why doesn’t Null report these fucking relentless DDos attacks to the FBI?

Sure, Fedfags want this place gone but it’s an ongoing crime that is currently taking place. I know they are in league with the troon mob and glowie, fag, nigger, yada yada yada But they legally would be required to investigate im pretty sure
 
one night when I was 19, about 6 years ago, I was getting home drunk from a bar. The only way home on foot is through Troon Avenue, A dark road stretching 3 miles inside troon infested woods. Though it still is operational by day, at night it is considerably more active.
As I strode down the dirt footpath along Troon Avenue, I did my best not to step in the numerous cum, neovagina juiced, and shit tissue papers and condoms laying around like mines gleaming in the moonlight.
Every 30 or 40 paces, there is a car slowly advancing, eying everything and anything, they are desperate coomers giving as much thought about the sparkling glass shards under their tires as the numerous STDs they're about to welcome.
Others are on foot, silent hollow shadows looking for the same thing, cheap action. They will eye you down, venture in the dark woods and unexpectedly emerge from behind the trees.
You best not stop along your journey for the troons themselves will take it as an invitation, more oft than not they are taller and meatier than the hollows that seek them, as a normie to this area, you are prey, and their pursuit is relentless. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT
On that Night I wasn't aware of the danger, for I had moved there only recently.
So I stopped for a smoke along the way in a bus stop, thinking myself safe...
Drivers would slow down and eye me down, glass cracking from under their wheels. I was distracted... Suddenly, Out from behind me, a hulking Brazilian in stiletto heels appeared from an oak tree, voice cracking but ever so deep he greeted me, and sat by my side rubbing a tissue on his massive thigh all the while. He wanted a cigarette, I don't remember what I said but I gave him one, not thinking much of it, my instincts screamed at me to get away, I started getting up and I sensed a firm grim on my shoulder, I Instictively whipped the trannys nauxious hand away and looked back, he was staring at me with the cigarette I just gave him in his mouth. I had just made eye contact. I guess he didnt percieve the disgust pouring from my eyes, It didnt matter to him. He told me I was cute and that he wanted to suck. This was my first physical encounter with one of them, and the feeling of disgust and dread that crept over me was unlike anything I experienced before, I picked up a stride, he was behind, his voice cracking as he yelled. He wasn't walking straight in his heels, he had given up the woman swagger and i feared he might gain on me, so I started jogging, catching glimpses of horrors behind the trees, almost tripping on condoms.
I looked back and, he was gone, I think I escaped his aggro radius. But that meant I was in another troons territory now. the rest of the way i tried my best to walk steadily, look straight into my destination, but the vile sex noises in the woods still haunt me to this day. I made it home and took a shower, went to sleep. I had just survived Troon Avenue
 
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