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web_digger в телеграме. Постинг разрешён всем, ограничений по тематике нет.
К теме об электричестве. Работал я в юности на стройке. Была там бригада электриков. И вот они однажды проводили внутренние работы. Один ушел что-то монтировать. Другой стоял, курил и с нами базарил. И как-то от не фиг делать стал щелкать выключателем на автомате - туда-сюда, чтоб руки занять. Через полчаса приходит взмыленный второй электрик, че за херня говорит, я лампу вешаю, меня током херачит периодически и там проверил и здесь. Когда доперло, ору было конечно) вывод-отключать надо полностью)))
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http://lurkmore.to/%D0%9D%D0%BE%D0%B3%D0%BE%D0%BC%D1%8F%D1%87
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https://github.com/EnterpriseQualityCoding/FizzBuzzEnterpriseEdition/issues
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So, a bit of back story on me. I'm pushing 30, always been a lard-arse and am not good socially. If I was a kid in school now I'd probably be diagnosed with something, but I just describe myself as odd. I don't like crowds, I don't particularly like meeting new people (or hanging out with people I do know sometimes), and I am much happier sitting home alone than being in some bar/club/whatever full of people. As a result, I have a few close friends over the years, but never a girlfriend - and to be honest being the guy that my few friends would unload to about annoyances about "the wife" or "the girlfriend" I always thought to myself fuck that noise.
Fast forward to 25 (I'll say 25 because it was around 24-26 I can't remember exactly) I discovered my local escort directory that has attached a rather active forum. I'm in the UK so it's totally legal. I read the noobs guide. I lurked the forums for months. I studied the ads very carefully, googling the images, phone numbers, usernames to see if there was any red flags. So finally settled on one girl that seemed to be working/advertising for years, was well regarded in reviews and on the forum. So making the call damn near killed me, but, I met her and finally lost my virginity. It was, meh. I saw her again 4 or 5 times over the next few months, but as nice and friendly and open as she was - a fat awkward lump of a client barely able to speak could not have been an easy client - it seemed robotic, there was very little conversation and it was more of going through the motions so I gave up, deleted my account and forgot about it.
So, fast forward to 2016, I'm a year off being 30 and I started lurking the directory and forums again. Didn't take long for me to decide that I'm making decent money, I'm going to die a loner anyway so why not have a little fun along the way with a particular fetish that I always wanted to try out? I lurked, and studied reviews, eventually settling on a girl from a different region of the UK that had settled here, described herself as alternative and fetish friendly and included the tagline "nothing you could ask would shock me." (my fetish involves a type of sports clothing, it's nothing super weird)
So this first booking was for an hour, and started with being invited into her living room for a cup of tea and a chat (how British, right?). I was kind of thinking this is a scam to run out the clock, but I was too chickenshit to mention it. We ended up chatting like old friends for almost 45 mins, before heading upstairs. Had about 30 mins of intense passionate action, and at the end, she made another cup of tea and we lay in bed chatting for almost another hour - and ended with her saying "you're a good guy, you should put yourself out there."
So I left a happy man, it was one of the best experiences of my life, and I brushed off her parting comment as sales patter playing up the whole GFE aspect. Anyway, I saw her 4 or 5 times within the next 2 months, always booked and paid for 2 hours (+tip) but generally ended up being there 3 or 4+ in some cases. We went out for coffee before a couple of times too. I felt a million dollars walking in public arm in arm, but again, I just took it as sales patter, and ignored the "you're really nice don't be so hard on yourself."
Few weeks later I was more involved in the forum, and I was bantering back and fourth with another local escort, a self described MILF. I'd seen her profile, but being honest it was a category that did not interest me, but she seemed entertaining so I booked and saw her a few times. Great fun woman, and said the same thing about having a bit of confidence. Again, I put it as sales patter and ignored it. Then the 3rd woman, a profile I had been watching for ages, a very highly regarded girl but our schedules never lined up. Eventually saw her a few times, felt amazing as she was an easy 10/10 slim stunning beauty, that was incredibly down to earth and just a pleasure to be around. I could have been stupid and fell for any one of them, but lurking here kept me in check to reality!
After I returned from my third deployment, two colleagues took their own lives. After my fourth and final deployment, one colleague and one of my troops chose to end their own lives. It was becoming part of the culture. By this time the only thing holding me together was the sexworkers I was seeing every three to four weeks. They kept my wife safe from my anger, but they only kept the thoughts of everyone would be better off without me.
Based on the recommendation of a sexworker I sought help. I was diagnosed with PTSD. I began treatment and suggested marriage counsoling. Marriage counsoling wast working together, so we decided to try it appart. The counselor recommended she see a psychiatrist. Based on that change in treatment she was diagnosed with bi-polar disorer. Turns out that was a bad if not dangerous combination, untreated PTSD and bi-polar disorder in the same household.
During my treatment for PTSD I admitted to seeing sexworkers and how that had impacted me. The psychologist didn't answer my question whether it was right or not, all he said was that it was my decision if I should tell my wife or not.
A few months after we were both receiving treatment, we went back to marriage counseling. The first day back, I brought up my use of services from sexworkers. At the session she listened to what I had to say. She asked if it was still happening. I replied, "yes." She understood that sexworkers had kept our marriage together and kept thoughts of hurting myself at bay. When we got home she burst into tears. She said she would try not to hold it over my head, but admitted to being hurt.
Things were seemingly getting better. Three weeks later I went to the doctor for yearly blood testing. I tested positive for a blood disorder. I Immediatly started treatment. Two weeks later she filed for divorce. It wasn't long before I was back to seeing sexworkers.
The military pushed me out and retired me as I could no longer do my job. I moved to a city in AZ. An old Marine buddy had started a company and invited me to join him. My illness was and still is in remission. I started a new life I AZ. I no longer was interested in marriage. I dated a few girls, but nothing gave me the comfort of sex workers.
Several years ago, I met a young lady at Target of all places that stole my heart. After two months of dating I asked her if she wanted to have an exclusive relationship with me. In a random case of universal coincidences, she said she could not have an exclusive physical relationship with me, but if I was willing to have a mentally exclusive and love exclusive relationship, she would be more than happy to join me in such a relationship. That's when she explained that she was a sexworker (escort). I used that as my opportunity of coming clean about my history with sexworkers.
Today, she and I are married. We have a loving relationship based on openness and honesty. She actually encourages me seeing sexworkers. While very rare, maybe once a year, I see them for special events, such as the end of alimony late last year and the anniversary of beating cancer.
With all that I say, thank you to sexworkers. I have met many of you. By far the vast majority are awesome people.
https://www.quora.com/How-do-blind-people-discover-their-sexual-orientation
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– Какой у тебя рост?
– Два метра двадцать ... А что тебя еще интересует?
– Психология.
http://georgemauer.net/2017/10/07/csv-injection.html
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https://www.theguardian.com/society/2015/may/10/kidneys-for-sale-organ-donation-iran
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Жители крупных российских городов к концу месяца смогут подписаться на сотню новых анонимных Telegram-каналов о политике. По данным РБК, администрация президента готовится запустить сеть из 100 каналов, в том числе в Санкт-Петербурге, Екатеринбурге и Краснодаре.
Их будут вести местные журналисты и сотрудники пресс-служб.
А после выборов каналы быстро закроют.
https://tjournal.ru/60411-rbk-soobshchil-o-zapuske-seti-iz-100-provlastnyh-anonimnyh-telegram-kanalov
http://www.bbc.com/ukrainian/ukraine_in_russian/2013/07/130704_ru_s_brazil_referee_killing.shtml
На севере Бразилии футбольные болельщики отрезали голову судье, который смертельно ранил ножом игрока, отказавшегося покинуть поле, сообщили представители властей.
wwwwwwwww.jodi.org
классика нетарта и схема атомной бiмбы
She was a little more blunt than the others after the "whats your story" conversation. She said to stop being a mopey bastard and go enjoy myself, just take a chance and to fuck with what anyone thinks. So I did. There was a woman who worked at the business next to where I worked, and she was like me in that she wasn't fond of crowds, lots of people, so in the summer months I'd sit outside at lunch break and so would she. Sometimes talk about the weather, or just say hello in passing before sitting separately alone not talking.
That had been going on for a few years and I never even knew her name. Well, a few days after that last escort visit, she said hello on the way past me to her usual spot, and I asked her to join me. To cut out a lot more unnecessary details, for the last number of months I have had my first girlfriend, and she has had her first boyfriend. Sure there was lots of awkwardness, but not nearly as much as I would have anticipated, as she just feels natural to be around, and be myself. We both have been having the time of our lives, and (although it's really early days) we can see a bright future together, and if not, well, we got this far.
So all that brings me to this closing paragraph. Yes, the sex work industry can be shitty to clients, and to sex workers in ways I can only imagine. But this is the other side of it. Without those 3 amazing ladies (really only one, but I wouldn't listen to her) I would still be a 30 year old miserable, lonely virgin hermit. Thank you, for having the patience for a fat shy weirdo with an odd clothing fetish. You really have no idea how much you have turned my life around. In fact, you have gave me the confidence to have the life I always dreamed of, but never thought was attainable.
I spent many years in the Marines. I married a woman during my first enlistment, things were fine normal life normal sex life. I had grown up in a very Christian home. I was also good with money. For those reasons, normal issues of infidelity and money that follow most young Marines were not issues in my life.
After the events of September 11, 2001, I put in a request to change MOS ( job). It was granted. Due to my rank and time in service I was granted permission and I was quickly in charge of a group of young Marines on our way to Afganistan.
Subsequently, I would do three more tours in Iraq. I lost seven young Marines that were under my direct command. I took each one of those personally. Five of them lost their life while I held thier hand.
After each deployment I returned home more and more messed up. At the time I didn't realize it. I don't think my wife knew how to handle it either. Right after the first deployment fighting between my wife and I started. I had an anger inside of me that I didn't understand. At that time, I didn't know my wife was suffering from mental health issues of her own that were perpetuated by my issues.
After my second deployment we had a huge fight. I punched a hole in a wall and picked up an iron to throw at her. I got a hold of myself for long enough to throw the iron on the ground and leave the house. I checked into a hotel.
At the hotel, I went to the buisness center to find the nearest restaurant/bar. When I turned on the computer monitor, I saw what the last person on the computer had been viewing. It was a Backpage ad for a very young girl. I hit the back arrow and went to the main search site and started viewing ads. It wasn't long before I went from being curious to searching for my perfect match.
I would see acronyms and words I didn't understand. So I would Google them. I spent about four hours viewing ads and researching how to hire the right girl and how to handle the formalities. Finally I found a 35 y/o Hispanic woman that would provide outcall to my hotel. I called her, she asked me to send her a picture of my military ID. She said she typically wouldn't see someone without a reference, but would accept a texted pic of my ID.
We agreed she would stop by in about an hour. I had read that the best way to handle her gift was by leaving it in an envelope in an inconspicuous place. I also read that escorts typically use the bathroom when they first arrive. Based on that, I went to the ATM and withdrew her requested flatfee gift for an hour and an additional 40 for a tip. I also grabbed a plain white envelope from the front desk. I put her gift in the envelope and placed it next to the sink in the bathroom. I had written the name she used in her ad on the envelope and placed it that side up. All my anger had turned to excitement. My adrenaline was rushing as I sat waiting for that knock on the door.
At exactly the agreed upon time, I heard three gental knocks at the door. A very classy dressed beautiful woman was at the door. I let her in. She hugged me and kissed me. She said she needed to use the bathroom. She walked into the bathroom. She came out five minutes later. I saw the time. She sat on the bed next to me and we had I nice 10 minutes conversation that ended in her French kissing me. The French kiss became the beginning of my first sexual experience with a sex worker. After fun time was over she talked to me for 45 minutes about alternates to backpage and other trade norms. She also referred me to a few friends. I was set.
When I returned home, the following day. I was super relaxed. My wife tried to engage me in a evasive manner, but I was able to deflect the anger and stay calm. Over the next year I sought out five sexworkers. Once every for every time I felt I was loosing control. This behavior continued upon my return of two more deployments.
А вот тут чувак описывает как быть безглазым пидором
http://www.bentvoices.org/bentvoices/feinstein-blindandgay.htm
https://www.nceo.org/articles/employee-ownership-100
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Асадовские муртады тоже поздравили султана Валимира аль-Путини с днем рождения.
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I knew a girl, at the point I knew her, this had happend 10-20 years earlier, but she told me how one day she came home from school and her dad who was by her words extremely racist was crying in the back yard. He had gotten a diagnosis, there was something wrong and he went to the doctor, he wasn't crying about the diagnosis though, apparently whatever the diagnosis was was something that only happened to people with african ancestry (I want to say it was something with his eyes, but I'm not sure if that is right). Anyway, she said it made a lot of sense that he was like 6 inches taller than his brothers, and always had a nice tan.
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