Mayb’e she’ll laugh
Zaera was tickling you’re funny bone
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ok, thanks 
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Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: unlike some others, your grand-grandma was just another face in the 'hood
Albino people tend to have serious eyesight issues caused by the genetic traits associated to albinism.
Photograph: girls from the neighborhood, New Orleans, 1940.
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It tends to go both ways more than people think. I would cite examples, but it would just start another argument.
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It’s a subject worthy of Reddit, not the forums.
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Waiting for another vid to compile to post about another game. Sorry CCP you’re not worth the effort anymore.
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Here’s a photo of George W. Bush keeping it real at his childhood home in Compton. Decades before he had lunch with Easy-E at the White House.
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In the early 2000s, U.S. president George W. Bush and British prime minister Tony Blair both falsely asserted that Saddam’s weapons programs were still active and large stockpiles of WMD were hidden in Iraq.
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Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: do you feel lucky, punk?
This is not your grandpa. This is Wyatt Earp in 1923, aged 75.
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Wow, he lived to a ripe old age for those days, and looking good.
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Wow! Deepseek’s poem capabilities are better than ChatGPT-4o’s :
Among the Stars of New Eden
In the void where silence reigns supreme,
A universe awakens, a pilot’s dream.
New Eden’s expanse, both cruel and bright,
A canvas of stars, of war, of light.
Titans rise, their hulls of steel,
Commanding fleets with ruthless zeal.
From Amarr’s faith to Gallente’s pride,
Empires clash where fortunes collide.
A capsuleer’s journey, immortal, alone,
Through asteroid belts and systems unknown.
Mining the rocks, or trading with care,
Every credit earned, every risk laid bare.
The hiss of lasers, the roar of guns,
Battles fought 'neath a thousand suns.
Alliances form, then crumble to dust,
In the game of betrayal, who can you trust?
Wormholes whisper, their secrets deep,
Where ancient sleepers silently sleep.
Explorers dare, with scanners in hand,
To chart the unknown, to make their stand.
The market thrives, a trader’s delight,
Buying low, selling high, day and night.
From Jita’s hub to the farthest gate,
Wealth is power, and patience fate.
Yet beyond the isk, the ships, the fight,
Lies a world of stories, of endless night.
For EVE is more than a game to play,
It’s a living saga, where we find our way.
So here’s to the pilots, both new and old,
Who brave the stars, both brave and bold.
In New Eden’s embrace, we rise, we fall,
But the stars forever beckon us all.
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Sexy Vampire
@MB_ThePhotographer met Zaera at the local strip club.
She didn’t want his money.
She just wanted his blood.
She lured him to her house.
She was the cheese and he was the mouse.
She got him into her coffin bed.
And drank all of his blood so tasty and red.
He wouldn’t have had to die.
If he hadn’t lusted after such a sexy vampire.
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Time to go to sleep… night night lovelies!
Also: your grand-grandma was a great cook, but the process to become one wasn’t exactly thrilling
Photograph: Students in cooking class at the Chevy Chase High School from Bethesda, Maryland, 1935.
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Nowadays, we call that elite forum PvP 
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Timezone!
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