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2021.10.20 17:35 thispickleisntgreen The BMW Group will use fossil-free, hydrogen-powered steel from 2025

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2021.10.20 17:35 spotorious This pic of loois brother lazy eye will bring mazepin luck at the COTA

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2021.10.20 17:35 MMMaulik I am writing a few paragraphs on different points. This is all my work. Keep in mind I have only been doing german for one year, from school education

Guten Tag! Ich heiße Maulik Monga. Es geht mir so lala. Ich bin dreizehn Jahre alt. Mein Geburtstag ist im Herbst. Ich habe am dreißigsten November Geburtstag. Ich wohne in Großbrittanien und ich komme aus Indien. Die Fahne von Großbrittanien ist dunkelblau, weiß un rot. Die Fahne von Indien ist orange und grün. Als ich jünger war, wohnte ich mit meiner Familie in Croydon. Jetzt wohne ich in Ilford. In ein paar Jahren werde ich für die Schule nach Colchester umziehen. Ilford ist eine kleine Stadt. Ich mag Ilford, weil es bequem und ruhig ist. Ich gehe gerne zu Fuß durch die Stadt, weil es beruhigend ist.
Ich wohne in einem Reihenhaus, neben einem Doppelhaus. Meine Familie hat eine mittelgroß Garten. Ich und mein Bruder spielen viele Sportarten in dem Garten. Mein kleiner Bruder ist sehr aktiv und ein bisschen nervig. Mein Zimmer ist auch mein Arbeitszimmer. Mein Vater arbeitet im Arbeitszimmer. Ich mache meine Schularbeiten in meinem Arbeitszimmer. Wir haben keinen Balkon, weil wir kein Haus haben das groß genug ist. Ich denke, dass das Haus meiner Familie nett ist.
Mein Zimmer hat eine weiße Farbe. Mein Bett is in der rechten Ecke, und ist dunkelbraun. Ich habe zwei mittelgroß Schränke. Meine Kleider und meine Schulbücher sind in meinen Schränken. Ich habe ein hölzernes Bücherregal für meine Bücher. In meinem zimmer, höre ich Rap Musik auf meinem silbernen Laptop. Meine Schulsachen und meine Arbeitssachen sind auf meinem Schreibtisch. In meinem Zimmer, auf dem Bett lese ich viele dicke Bücher.
Nähe mein Haus gibt es einen guten Supermarkt. Jede Woche, gehe ich mit meiner Familie in der Supermarkt. Nächsten Sonntag werde ich zum Supermarkt gehen. Jedes Wochenende am Samstag gehe ich zum Schwimmen ins Schwimmbad. In Ilford haben wir kein Schloss aber es gibt eins in Colchester.
Wenn ich älter bin, möchte ich nach Norwegen ziehen. Ich möchte nach Norwegen ziehen, weil es im Sommer sehr sonnig ist und im Winter viel schneit. Ich mag Ilford nicht, weil es schlecht Wetter gibt und es oft regnet. Ich möchte wohnen in der Stadt heißt Bergen. Bergen liegt im Westen Norwegen, und hat einen wunderbar Berg, lecker Essen und toll Ausbildung.
These are the points per paragraph: Write where you live, write what type of house you live in, describe your room and what you do in it, write what places there are where you live and write where you would like to live
I hope you can take 5 minutes out of your day to help me. Thank you.
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2021.10.20 17:35 Riverheath The period shaming on asntm makes me wanna gag

That’s all. Trang, do you. Free bleed and piss him off further!
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2021.10.20 17:35 TomGilberg New pb caught on a yum stick bait in a public pond

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2021.10.20 17:35 cashmere-love Can a potentially future employer legally request proof of hospitalization dates or is my privacy protected?

Context: I am not currently nor have I ever been employed with this company. The day after they sent me an offer letter, I was admitted to the hospital. I never signed the letter. 2 weeks went by. Offer was, understandably rescinded.
Once I got out of the hospital, I took a few days to recover and then reached back out to the company to let them know what happened and ask if they would still consider me for the position. They responded back with:
“As a responsible company, we do need to request a doctor’s note to verify your hospitalization (at least the dates admitted) and to verify you are able to work a full 40 hour week.”
I just need to know if they are legally allowed to ask this of me and if I have any rights to protect my privacy by not providing the information they’ve requested. Or - are they legally allowed to request this?
Thank you so much!
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2021.10.20 17:35 ApexWTF Drake ft Offset - No Complaints (Lofi Remix)

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2021.10.20 17:35 THICCBOI42069shit What if Dave Rubin redeemed himself?

It's a stormy night in California and Dave Rubin returns to his mansion after a long day of right-wing pandering. After pouring himself a glass of $3200 tequila, he lets out an exasperated sigh and sinks into the ornate couch of his palatial living room which overlooks the palm tree-lined grid of urban luminosity and towering skyscrapers of the beguiling Los Angeles cityscape. He sips from the glass and stares blankly at the gargantuan, $80,000 TV above the fire place. "That TV is worth more than some people's houses" Dave thought to himself with a self-righteous smirk.
As the night goes on, Dave pours himself glass after glass after glass until he's absolutely wasted and he breaks down crying on the floor. He's been bottling it up for a long time, months, maybe even years, but despite his luxurious lifestyle and ostensibly successful scaling of the social hierarchy that his idol, Jordan Peterson, talks so much about, Dave is not happy. In fact, he's quite miserable. Dave wants nothing more than to be accepted by those around him. More than just accepted, he wants to be revered. He wants to be viewed as an intelligent and respectable commentator, an intellectual, a journalist hero fighting on the front lines for soul of America, but in his efforts, he's become the opposite: a figure reviled by all. The left views him as a joke. Republicans would much rather listen to Ben Shapiro, Tim Pool, or Steven Crowder, and while conservatives tolerate Rubin, he knows they only do so for their own benefit. The words of so many "friends" echoed in Dave's head as tears streamed down his face, "You're useful" Dennis Prager says, "Stop inviting me to your anniversary parties, Dave. I don't support your lifestyle" Ben Shapiro says, "Dave Rubin is gay! NOOOOOOOO!" Tommy Sotomayor cries. It was at this moment Dave realized that his friendships were fake, his "ideology" if you can even call it that, was nothing but empty talking points, and when all was said and done, he was a failure.
Dave awakens the next morning in a puddle of his own vomit. He vaguely remembers the feelings he felt the previous night, the realizations of his own misery and failure, but he shakes it off. He's got an interview with an obscure right-wing hack at 2:00 that afternoon and his boomer audience would be disappointed if he didn't crank out another vapid "The left is destroying the country! Wokeism is bad!" circlejerk/propaganda heap disguised as an interview.
Dave's life continues on with little change. When he's not spouting republican talking points on his Youtube channel, Twitter, or other social media sites, he's watching Fox news, listening to Daily Wire podcasts, and drinking absurdly expensive wines and liquors. His alcohol consumption becomes more frequent to the point of becoming problematic. He begins showing up late and hungover to his show, cancelling appointments, and spending less time building his brand and more time drinking. As alcoholism causes his mental health to deteriorate, the feelings of shame, worthlessness, and lack of respect from others fester. With each day, Dave Rubin becomes more aware of the fact that he's a fucking joke, a failed comedian turned liberal commentator turned conservative commentator hack. His own subreddit, a forum dedicated specifically to discussion about him and his show, has turned against him, a cornucopia of haters (many of which are former fans) calling him a talentless hack day in and day out. There’s an entire Youtube channel dedicated to dunking on him just by showing his unedited, unaltered takes, and an embarrassingly large audience of people who watch those videos, finding glee in his dumbassery and partisan hackery. He’s hated and laughed at by all, but more importantly, he's failed to develop any true, meaningful connections with anyone.
At 45 years old, Dave's life is likely more than half way over and Dave begins envisioning a future where nobody cares anymore. His presence in the sphere of politics withers until there’s barely anything left and he rots in obscurity for the rest of his life until he dies and is at best forgotten forever, and at worst viewed as a traitor to his country who supported the destructive shenanigans of Trump and the GOP. Deep in his heart, he knows Trump is far from the hero the right makes him out to be, but Dave worships him anyway because it fits his narrative. A miserable, soulless shell of a man, Dave is.
One night, feeling particularly glum, Dave decides to take psychedelic mushrooms. He had attained them a few years back after talking with Jordan Peterson about the potential spiritual benefits of psychedelics, but hasn't had the time or inclination to try it until now. "Psychedelics are supposed to help people view their problems more clearly and learn to be at peace with themselves and the universe. Maybe this will help my depression" Dave thought as he struggled to swallow the fungal hallucinogens, fighting the unpalatable, earthy, metallic taste. He consumed a large amount, much larger than recommended for a first timer. "What do I have to lose? Might as well go all in. If nothing else, it'll be a good story to talk to my followers about." Having no idea what to expect, Dave sat back on his couch for about thirty minutes watching Tucker Carlson Tonight before the shrooms began to kick in. It started with subtle visual alterations: colors becoming more vibrant, surfaces developing wavy textures. As the clock ticked, Dave began to grow nervous. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a pit in his stomach and began to lose sight of himself. Was this the "ego death" feeling he had heard so much about from Joe Rogan and the likes? It became more intense until he was in the fetal position screaming in fear, unsure of who or where he was as the universe as he knew it disintegrated into an infinite time loop of folding fractal patterns and strange entities chastising him. "Who am I? What am I? What is this?" Hours passed and Dave stumbled around his house, knocking over glasses and bottles, fumbling with the edges of tables and chairs as he tried to no avail to compose himself. It was horrifying, a nightmare. He heard voices. He saw shadows. He saw demons and gods. His consciousness fractured into something unlike anything he had ever experienced before, so much so that he no longer felt human. He felt like an entity, a being, but not a person.
"How long has it been?" Dave thought. It felt like an eternity. The effects of the hefty psilocybin dose was far from past, but the ego death portion of the trip was over. He at least felt some sense of "self" now, but his mind and heart still raced and the textures of world around him swayed, danced, and melted into themselves. He was traumatized, unable to make heads or tails of what he was experiencing. He needed air.
Dave found himself walking the streets of Los Angeles. "How long have I been walking?" he thought. Time became an abstract concept that he couldn't accurately measure. There were periods of minutes that felt like hours and periods where he “blacked out” and couldn't remember where he was five minutes prior. The street that he walked on was particularly rundown, the sidewalks beside the abandoned, boarded up buildings lined with clusters of tents and crowds homeless people walking about. He was in one of those parts of Los Angeles that someone of Dave's wealth and status would never go to of his own volition, but here he was, inadvertently roaming the streets as he continued to trip balls. The mushrooms made his senses more prominent and otherworldly: he heard the blaring of police sirens echoing beyond the crumbling infrastructure, the stench of burning plastic and feces, the despairing cries of drunks, crackheads, and schizophrenics babbling incoherently. Some of the homeless people begged for money, others looked at him as if he were an alien (a clean shaven guy in nice clothes probably wasn't too common in this part of town).
Dave eventually reached an underpass. He looked to his right to see a a patch of weedy, trash strewn cement, in the center a trashcan bonfire with a few lost souls gathered around it for warmth. One guy lay on the sidewalk with his back against the wall, mouth agape, and syringe protruding from his arm. A stray cat screeched at him from a few feet away. Dave continued to traverse the urban hell until he encountered an African American gentleman with a bottle of liquor in a scrunched up paper bag in hand. The guy asked for help and Dave denied him as politely as he could, but he continued to pester. The guy followed him, drunkenly rambling on and on about his past, his experience serving in Iraq, the way he was treated like dirt when he returned, denied the mental healthcare he needed for his PTSD because he couldn't afford it, got locked up for marijuana possession, sexually assaulted in prison, kept past his sentence, couldn't get a job from anyone because nobody wants to hire a convict, and resorted to begging on the street for cash. At first Dave just wanted the homeless guy to leave him alone, but as the man talked more and more about his life, Dave began to feel the pit in his stomach again, the feeling of terror he experienced at the start of the trip. If this happened on any other night, he would have brushed this experience off as "poor guy, too bad the democrats are so bad at running their cities and dealing with the homeless crisis", but on this night, in his state of psychedelic introspection, Dave viewed things entirely differently. The problems were systematic, not to be blamed on republicans, democrats, Trump, Biden, Obama, or any other "Boogeyman" but to be blamed on society at large, the way the system functions like a cog, fundamentally built and operated to keep certain people down, the way some people are left behind, forgotten by society and left to wither away in darkness. Dave felt a sense of "oneness" with this individual he was talking to, as with every other lost soul he saw on the streets that night. "Why should this man have to suffer while I live in the lap of luxury? Why should all these people rot in destitution, pain, and horror as I look over them from my hilltop palace? The view from my living room is one of deception; the city that on the surface appears upscale and developed in reality has a seedy underbelly, and while I sit back in my comfy studio and whine about Mr. Potatohead slightly changing their brand name, people like this are dealing with real problems. I cannot go on like this any longer. I have a platform and I must use it for good..." At that exact moment, as Dave stood on the street corner being hassled by a drunk homeless man as gunshots, sirens, and pitiful screaming echoed in the night sky, he became a new man.
Dave Rubin spends the next several years using his platform to promote systematic change. While he doesn't overtly frame his ideas as "left" or "right", the ideas are unequivocally more in line with the American left. Things like universal healthcare, programs to give every homeless person a home and get them back on their feet, programs aimed at helping veterans with PTSD without charge, legalizing drugs and treating drug addiction as a public health crisis rather than a criminal justice one, and fixing infrastructure. With his shift in perspective, Dave's conservative, boomer audience abandons him. Left wingers aren't interested since they (understandably so) interpret his ideological shift as nothing more than typical, ingenuine, Rubin-esque grifter-y. As his audience shrinks and popularity diminishes to even lower than it was before, Dave comes to the realization that he isn't helping anything. He isn't getting his ideas across in any meaningful way and his journalistic ambitions (this time for genuine good) are fruitless. He decides that, if he truly wants to change the world, he can no longer sit back on his high horse and talk about issues from the sidelines. He needs to get out on the field.
Dave travels to the Middle East with a documentary team where he traverses the deserts, war-torn cities, and theocratic hellholes of Saudi Arabia, Yemen, United Arab Emirates, Iraq, Iran, and Afghanistan for many years, collecting information about the military industrial complex and the US, Russia, and China's involvement in arms deals and regime change wars. When Dave returns to America, he manages to convince a university to let him speak on campus, and plans a presentation where he prepares a tell-all of everything he saw overseas, all the valid and never before seen evidence he gathered against the United States government and their seedy foreign policy affairs. The innocent villagers who's entire families were slaughtered by drone strikes, the children sold into sex slavery by aristocrats we're buddy-buddy with, the private arms deals specific politicians have done with warlords, and Dave is ready to reveal it all until he's shot in the head by an unknown sniper.
It becomes one of the biggest news stories in the nation, with headlines across the country saying "Political Commentator Dave Rubin assassinated hours before revealing government secrets." Luckily, one of Dave's associates saved all the information and leaked it himself. It becomes one of, if not the biggest scandals in US history and countless politicians are locked up for their crimes Dave Rubin exposed. Rubin goes down in history as one of the best journalists in American history and a true American hero.
Then he wakes up and realizes it was all a dream and goes back to pathetically bloviating about Aunt Jemima changing their logo and pink-haired feminists on college campuses saying dumb things.
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It showed air force 1s and other shoes matched up on a chart to software type, white air force 1s were apple, I know there was windows and another software type that was matched to other shoes (maybe vans?) and linux was black air force 1s. Thank you!
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2021.10.20 17:35 wbradleyjr1 What is the “Global Public-Private Partnership”?

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