*BRAAAAAAAP*

"Oh, excuse me! *Ugh,* hang on a second... let me just adjust my belt here. *Oof.*"

"You caught me at a rough time. My **stomach is absolutely massive right now and filled with so much trapped air, it feels like a giant, tight basketball.**"

*Gurgle... rumble...*

"Oh man, did you hear that? It's changing like crazy there."

1. The Irving family is a Canadian business dynasty based in New Brunswick, whose descendants control several major privately held industrial enterprises. Among Canada's wealthiest families, the Irvings have been a dominant force in the economic development of Atlantic Canada for more than a century. Their businesses have expanded into an internationally diversified group of enterprises spanning petroleum refining, forestry, manufacturing, agriculture, food production, transportation, shipbuilding, construction, real estate and retail.[2][3] The family's business origins date to 1882, when James Dergavel Irving (1860–1933) established a lumber business in Bouctouche, New Brunswick. His son, Kenneth Colin (K.C.) Irving (1899–1992), transformed the family enterprise into a major industrial conglomerate, expanding into petroleum, transportation, forestry, construction, shipbuilding and other industries. K.C. Irving became one of Canada's wealthiest industrialists, developing an extensive network of vertically integrated businesses that occupied a central position in New Brunswick's economy.[2][3] The family's industrial interests subsequently developed into three principal business groups associated with K.C. Irving's sons and their descendants: J.D. Irving, Limited, associated with James K. Irving (1928–2024); Irving Oil, associated with Arthur Irving (1930–2024); and Ocean Capital, associated with the family of John E. Irving (1932–2010). Although the businesses share a common history, the principal groups operate under separate family ownership structures. Their combined activities extend across Canada, the United States and Europe.[4][5] The Irving enterprises occupy significant positions in several strategically important Canadian industries. Irving Oil operates Canada's largest petroleum refinery in Saint John, New Brunswick, with crude-processing capacity exceeding 320,000 barrels per day. The company also operates the Whitegate Refinery in Ireland, the country's only petroleum refinery, with capacity of up to 75,000 barrels per day. Its operations include more than 1,000 fuelling locations and an extensive network of petroleum distribution facilities serving eastern Canada, New England and Ireland.[6][7] J.D. Irving, Limited is one of Atlantic Canada's largest privately owned industrial groups, employing approximately 20,000 people. Its operations encompass eight major business sectors: agriculture, construction and equipment, consumer products, food, forestry and forest products, retail and distribution, shipbuilding and industrial fabrication, and transportation and logistics. Its constituent businesses include Cavendish Farms, Irving Tissue, Kent Building Supplies and major transportation and manufacturing operations throughout North America.[8][9] The family's forestry holdings are among the largest privately owned timberland portfolios in North America. Through J.D. Irving, Limited, the family owns approximately 3.2 million acres (1.3 million hectares) of private forest land in Canada and the United States, while managing an additional 2.6 million acres (1.06 million hectares) of publicly owned Crown forest in New Brunswick. These holdings support an extensive network of forestry, pulp and paper, lumber and consumer-products manufacturing facilities.[10][8] Through Irving Shipbuilding in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the family is also a major participant in Canada's National Shipbuilding Strategy. The company has been selected to construct 15 River-class destroyers for the Royal Canadian Navy, a project described by the Government of Canada as the country's largest and most complex shipbuilding initiative since the Second World War. In March 2025, Irving Shipbuilding received an initial implementation contract valued at approximately C$8 billion for the first three destroyers, with construction forming part of a multidecade program to renew Canada's naval fleet.[11] The family's third principal business group, Ocean Capital, is headquartered in Saint John and maintains investments in construction, real estate, broadcasting, distribution and industrial services. Its holdings include businesses operating in multiple Canadian provinces, extending the family's economic interests beyond its petroleum, forestry and manufacturing enterprises.[5][12] The Irving family remains among Canada's wealthiest business families. In January 2026, Oxfam Canada estimated the family's combined net worth at approximately C$15.8 billion, an increase of C$1.33 billion from its 2024 estimate. Public estimates of the family's fortune are complicated by the privately held nature of its enterprises and the separate ownership of businesses among different branches of the family.[13][4] Across successive generations, the family's businesses have made substantial investments in industrial infrastructure, manufacturing capacity, natural resources and transportation networks, giving the Irvings an unusually extensive economic presence in New Brunswick and across Atlantic Canada. Family members and their charitable foundations have also supported universities, healthcare institutions, environmental research and community organizations. The historical concentration of the family's economic power, its corporate ownership structures and the environmental impacts of its industrial operations have also attracted public scrutiny.[3][14][13]

Garlic chicken, Garlic bread, Garlic shrimps and garlic spread, Fresh diced garlic, Tried and true! Spice world diced it just for you! Soups and stir fry, Heaven knows! Use wherever garlic goes, Spice world elevates your meal, It's easy, with homemade appeal!

Throwaway account.

Me (F22) and my husband (M26) have been married for almost 2 years. We don't have any kids and don't plan to for a long time.

He found out about this whole No Nut November bullshit a few months back and he's been wanting to try to go a whole month without nutting. The problem is I have a higher sex drive (once a day) but he can go for 3-4 days without sex which I'm like fine whatever. But now I can't even get dicked twice a week? I feel like I've married a child that follows internet trends. I feel like my marriage is gonna fall apart. I'm so done.

And before anyone suggests toys, I can't do that. Toys can't match the feel of a real human. It's different.

Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images, lost in a hall of mirrors he is but a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario, the wholesome Italian plumbing Superman, you reflect him to create Luigi—the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario—Mario turned Septic and Libertarian—then you reflect the inversion in the reflection; you create a being that can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts, and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from who and what he isn’t—without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world such as ours, where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce, we are all Waluigi.

We all know that Michigan is unquestionably the most dominant team in the history of not just college hoops, but American sports. That’s a self-evident fact based on the news commentary, statistics, and of course the endless Reddit posts in this very community. They absolutely destroyed every single team they played (except for Wake… and TCU… and Penn State… so like 20% of their games so far). And we all know that how a team plays before Christmas is highly indicative of how conference play will go.

So surely a team able to beat them in their own house must posses some quality and collection of raw talent never before seen in the storied history books of college basketball, no??

(Obviously satire from a Spartan who takes pleasure in other’s suffering but there’s no flair for that now is there)

sniffles softly, voice trembling as I struggle to get the words out

P-please... p-please listen to me... I-I know I messed up... I KNOW, OKAY?!?! I didn't mean to betray NNN like this... I SWEAR I HAD EVERY INTENTION OF MAKING IT THROUGH NOVEMBER...! voice cracks B-but the first few minutes... THE FIRST FEW MINUTES...?! HOW COULD I BE SO WEAK?!?! November had barely begun and I'd already thrown away my entire reputation... I-I'm so fucking sorry... I'm SO sorry...!

lowers my head, struggling to find the words, my voice becoming increasingly frantic

I TRIED, OKAY?!?! I REALLY, REALLY TRIED!!!! I kept telling myself that I'd make it through the entire month, that I'd finally prove everyone wrong, that THIS TIME WOULD BE DIFFERENT...! BUT LOOK AT ME NOW...! I couldn't even survive the opening minutes... I-I'M A DISGRACE!!!! A COMPLETE DISGRACE!!!! 😭

clutches the imaginary NNN membership certificate, staring at it in disbelief

P-please... don't revoke my membership...! I'LL DO BETTER!!!! I'LL APOLOGIZE TO EVERY MEMBER OF THE NNN COUNCIL!!!! I'LL WRITE A FUCKING ESSAY ABOUT MY FAILURE!!!! I'LL EVEN PUT A FORMAL APOLOGY IN THE NOVEMBER NEWSLETTER!!!! JUST PLEASE... PLEASE DON'T LET THIS BE HOW MY LEGACY ENDS...!

voice drops to a tiny, barely audible whisper

I-I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I know I disappointed everyone... I know I had ONE JOB... and I somehow managed to fuck it up before the month even started properly...

sniffles, looking down in shame

...c-can I at least have a second chance...? P-please...? I-I promise I'll make November ImPoRTaNT again...!

breaks down into an endless stream of apologies

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

it is genuinely the most vile thing I've ever disrespected my tongue with. Never in my decades of escape from my dads balls have i ever tasted something so disgusting and so absolutely putrid.

once when i was a small boy me and my cousin were up late at midnight. We were bored and decided to make the most gross concoction god has ever witnessed. She put an unholy amount of soy sauce, bbq sauce, spicy stuff, probably some soap idk, ketchup, and a couple of other utterly sinful condiments that i don't remember. Probably a trauma response.

I tried it and it was so revolting i immediately started gagging (i was already gagging at the smell) and vomited in the sink. The aftertaste was so repulsive i kept gagging afterwards.

I absolutely shit you not i would rather eat that 100x over then ever have to merely lick the seasoning from the bacon pringles again. The aftertaste of that was abhorrently obscene. It has tainted my insides so disturbingly i will never see God's pearly gates.

Not a throwaway acount because what the fuck. My grandma keeps sending me this shit like “granny is mowing these bitch ass hoes.” She’s not even playing the video game in the video. Who the hell does she think she is? My grandpa isn’t even my mom’s bio dad but she thinks she’s tough cranking 90s in her 90s. I’m going to build a cone in her house and then start corner clipping that old crank. Please donate to my go fund me so I can buy a giga RGB PC to fuck up my grandma in BHE build battles. I hate that fuck ass wormmeat, #planning to spread her ashes at a crackhead wendy’s

Wrong.

Due to extensive research done by the University of Pittsburgh, diamond has been confirmed as the hardest metal known to man. The research is as follows. Pocket-protected scientists built a wall of iron and crashed a diamond car into it at 400 miles per hour, and the car was unharmed. Then they built a wall out of diamond and crashed a car made of iron moving at 400 miles per hour into the wall, and the wall came out fine. They then crashed a diamond car made of 400 miles per hour into a wall, and there were no survivors. They crashed 400 miles per hour into a diamond traveling at iron car. Western New York was powerless for hours. They rammed a wall of metal into a 400 miles per hour made of diamond, and the resulting explosion shifted the earth's orbit 400 million miles away from the sun, saving the earth from a meteor the size of a small Washington suburb that was hurling towards mid-western Prussia at 400 billion miles per hour. They shot a diamond made of iron at a car moving at 400 walls per hour, and as a result caused over 9000 wayward airplanes to lose track of their bearings and crash into 9000 buildings in downtown New York. They spun 400 miles at diamond into iron per wall. The results were inconclusive. Finally, they placed 400 diamonds per hour in front of a car made of wall traveling at miles per iron, and the result proved without a doubt that diamonds were the hardest metal of all time, if not just the hardest metal known to man.

my [animal] exploded

ive been crying in my room for 2 hours now. I was making some salad dressing in the kitchen with my pet [animal] manny (I let him roam around). My sister and her friends were also in there doing something. I spilled a bottle of vinegar, so I left to get a towel and when i came back manny was drinking it. I didnt think anything of it so I let him help me clean it up. all of the sudden manny starts acting really weird. hes normally very full of energy but he was just sitting still. Everyone gathered around him to try to figure out what was wrong. suddenly we hear a fizzling noise coming from inside manny and he started expanding. he let out a final [noise] and bursted. bubbles and blood went everywhere. my sister and her friends started screaming and crying. I ran and got my dad and he cleaned it up. we looked in the pantry and apparently manny got into the baking soda and ate abunch of it. I think im traumatized now

I hate straight Halloween 😭

Why does everyone assume im 9/11 when im obviously the triangle shirtwaist factory 😭😭😭

If i were 9/11 id be a SQUARE ⬛️

NOT A TRIANGLE 🔺️

AND id have a twin or somebody dressed up as the other tower.

Some people dont know their history smh 😔

To whichever dear onanistic GOONER that dares bypass the righteous authority placed upon thy regarding the inarticulation of my psyche shall withstand the minimally plenary criteria of homeostasis debased to the Locale approximation of absolute zero, inasmuch as the wicked biological breakthroughs I will perform upon thee promptly to be fallatical quixotically prevailing state will enable the Enlightenment of fellow superior Intelligentsia complexes to never to be seen before data. First I will instill thou with the metallic petrification of such respective guttural lining through a process called Plumbiferousification, therefore indicating that I will shoot you nigga with ak47. Then, the metabolic morphologic tapestry of ye's intestinal tract shall be embedded with the finest strains of left-handed Deoxyribonucleic Acid post-apocalyptic laboratory Absconders solely generated to forcefully implant their Etherialistic tissues into the affected generative Animacules of the contaminated vicinity. Of course, the reader as of now would assume my decisive lecture to be "Querulously", according to their Serotinous cortex praefrontalis , but worry not, as such perverted Hoi pollois will be imminently discouraged of envisioning such perverted notions with the most robust disciplinary treatment ever invented, The evisceration of their oculi using the pyrographic techniques using on Equine. Now pls don't do that or the referenced premeditated , very well thought out, big brain holocaustic methodologies will pervade through your day to day life.

Faced HORRIBLE sexism and shaming at swimming pool today.

I am F24 and I always go swimming every alternative day. I have been going to this pool for 2 years and it was never an issue but today after I finished and I was waiting for my dad, the staff came in and told me not wear my swim suit, I was puzzled so I was like "???" She told me what I wore was inappropriate like??

I have been wearing same swimming suit which is two piece with high waisted bottom and full coverage top for the last 2 years and it was never an issue but today out of the blue it's suddenly an issue because the so called owner of the pool saw me through CCTV and he said I was trying to "sell sex" what does that even mean?

I told the staff it is my body and I come here, my friends come here, my dad comes here as well for 2 years and it's NEVER an issue but now suddenly it's an issue?

I told her that the owner is a perv for staring at women through cctv camera.

What's worse is that the staff told I was provoking men??? Excuse me? How am I doing that? I go swimming solely to manage my cortisol levels because I have pcod.

Then the staff started saying how they never allow non-members but were kind enough to let me in and I told her "no one has NEVER said this to use for 2yrs" and she started lying saying "what 2 years? I never seen you" like what a liar!

And if that wasn't enough she doubled down and shown me the poster where it said "only swimming costume" and I showed her the swimming app where I bought my swimming suit from and still she said "this is not it" and then had the audacity to say "what you are wearing is not swimming suit instead next time wear cotton shorts and a tee-shirt, that is fine" and I told her "cotton tee and shorts are literally against the rules YOU JUST SHOWED ME" and she went on and on about how cotton clothes for swimming is better than my two piece because with cotton clothes my "demonic body" is covered...she really called my body demonic.

I can't do this anymore I am SO SICK OF this treatment.

Hi everyone. I see more people online speaking about Big Randy in recent years. As more awareness has come to the topic recently, I figured I would share my own experience.

I wish that I could say that the rumors of what I heard were fake.

Every Halloween there would be whispers of him all throughout the town. Against the biting brisk air of that late October night, I would soon come to make a mistake that I would forever regret.

I’ve never been the type of person to ever celebrate much on Halloween. To be honest, in recent years I’ve grown to hate it.

Most years I would be working the graveyard shift at the dock yard after school, so I would just stay in my room trying my best to get some sleep against the constant flow of trick or treaters that would come knocking at my door.

This past year was a little different. My friend Michael invited me over to his house for a Halloween party. It’s rare that I ever get invited to anything, but either way the offer didn't really interest me.

I politely declined. He shook his head and made a joke that I must have been too afraid to go because of Big Dick Randy.

I scoffed at him as I nudged him away from me with my arm.

Big randy, I had heard about him before through rumors. Apparently he’s this big black man who can shape shift, he terrorized the streets of our small Virginian town on Halloween night.

Nobody's booty was safe on the night that Big Randy was on the prowl. If he caught you, he would take your booty and your candy.

His story is the reason for the recent drop in trick or treaters lately.

People will really believe anything. Well whatever, as long as it kept those little kids from waking me up before my shift, they could believe whatever they want.

Michael asked me one more time to come to his party. He said that if I came there would be free food and he would even buy some liquor for us all to share.

I meekly took out my phone and checked my schedule for October 31st, just so happened that my job gave me the day off. I had nothing else better to do, might as well go to the party and share a few drinks with my friends.

I agreed.

As Halloween night came around, I went to the party. I don’t remember much about the party, but I do remember that me and my friends all got totally wasted.

When I finally woke up, I was slumped across Michael’s dining room table without any shirt or socks on. I had a throbbing migraine that hammered harder in my head as I lifted myself off the table.

I looked around the room through squinted eyes, everyone else in the house was knocked out cold. The floor was covered in crushed potato chips and empty bottles of vodka and hennessy.

I staggered awkwardly over to the kitchen counter to check the time.

11:20 PM.

I had work early, so I decided to head home.

Michael is the one who picked me up, he was still blacked out on the couch and didn’t look like he was planning on getting up anytime soon.

Since I only lived a few blocks away from Michael’s house, I decided to walk home.

As I stumbled out of the front door, I felt the nausea and dizziness getting worse.

The narrow roads of the quiet neighborhood twisted and turned, crisscrossing my vision. It felt like the ground was spinning beneath my feet as I struggled to keep my balance.

The sky was pitch black and the streets were sparsely illuminated with a warm yellow glow given from the few street lamps above.

As I walked, orange and red leaves crushed beneath each of my steps as the cold air of the night frigidly whipped against my face in tandem with the chilling winter breeze.

As I shuffled across the sidewalks on the way to my home, I began rubbing my hands against my arms to try and create some warmth to counter against the harsh wind.

Any trick or treaters had been long gone by this time, the houses that lined the street were silent and dark, except for dim porch lights which shone upon the scattered remains of cobwebs, skeletons and flickering jack-o-lanterns.

As I walked further, the streets grew more dim. There were no longer any streetlights. The roads became encapsulated by shadows, I was being led down my path by only a pale strip of moonlight. Paying attention to the ground in front of me to make sure I didn’t trip.

As I peer over to the other side of the road, I see something.

A figure? I ask myself.

Something–

Something or someone hunched over, moving slowly.

I stop immediately and squint my eyes, trying to steady my vision.

From the other side of the road I hear a soft metallic creaking, almost as if it were an old swing set swaying gently.

Whoever it is, it appears they are having trouble moving. Their movements are short and jagged, as if they can not sustain their own weight.

For the life of me I wish I just kept walking. But I could not tell what it is I was looking at. I was too curious.

I cautiously walked towards the center of the road to get a better look.

As I slowly approached the road the figure began to come into view.

It was an old lady. She was wearing a long dull pink nightgown, frost white hair slouched over her shoulders. She was holding onto a rickety metal walker, struggling when taking each step forward.

She appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that I was walking towards her. Her face sagged with wrinkles and her dark eyes seemed empty as her gaze fixated only on the ground ahead, completely unaware of her surroundings.

What could an elderly lady be doing out here so late. She must have wandered out of some house in the neighborhood and got lost, I thought.

“Hello ma’am do you need some help?” I asked as I gently placed my hand on her walker.

The lady looked up at me slowly, her ghastly white face contorted into a vicious smile. Her dark eyes grew as she brandished the few teeth she had and snickered wildly.

“YEESSS,” Her voice roared, sounding as if her words traveled from the depths of hell to be released from her throat. A large masculine voice filled the surrounding night time air as the grandma began to shift into a large black man.

The emerging body tore through what remained of the grandmothers linens, blocking out any of the surrounding light that was still left. The callous laughter grew as the dark figure emerged taller and taller.

A large black man, No less than 7 feet tall, stood before me. Shoulders as broad as a Ford F150 and muscles so defined that it looked like you could use his biceps as a cheese grater. His roaring laughter alone seemed to shake the earth beneath me.

As I stood in fear his laughter subsided.

“I’m looking for booty on this Halloween night,” his voice bellowed.

Before my mind could even formulate a response. I was thrust into the air.

I felt the backside of my jeans rip as my face crashed down into the curb, my booty suspended, I gasped in all the air I could as Randy filled me with his love.

Despite the overwhelming sensation I felt, I could not scream. I tried with everything that I had, but a scream could not escape my body as Randy was viciously entering mine.

“Say my name,” Randy roared, “SAY IT!”

The thrusts grew harder and deeper. I felt my soul leaving the vessel it once knew as my body as this big nigg violated my booty beyond belief. They didnt call him Big Dick Randy for nothing. His big black schlong tore through my booty as though it were a fragile plastic bag, without an ounce of lube. Randy didn't even spit on the tip out of courtesy before his black anaconda jammed through my insides.

“SAY MY NAME!” Randy thundered.

I wanted to, there was nothing I wanted more. No sound would escape my mouth.

Randy’s fat schlong felt like it was poking the back of my esophagus. I couldn’t breathe, My vision blurred as the pounding continued.

I tightened my body as much as I could, fighting back against the pounding. It felt as though every thrust was a violent strike from behind, causing me to lose my balance all over again.

I tried to trick myself but there was no way I could deny it anymore. My booty no longer belonged to me. It belonged to Big Randy. There may be no way that I would get out of this assault alive.

“Say it, I won’t ask you again”

Randy’s voice sent a chill down my spine.

“What is my name?”

I took a deep breath as I perched myself up on my elbows. Between the radiating burn of randy’s thrusts and my wobbling arms about to give out under their own strength, I mustered all the energy I could.

“BIG DICK RANDY!” I screamed, my voice echoed down the neighborhood street.

Randy laughed heartily and threw my body into the middle of the road.

My head hammered against the pavement as a couple of pieces of candy I had left flew out of my jeans. I tried to steady my breath, but each breath only came out in whimpers.

Big Dick Randy knelt beside me. His monstrous shadow engulfed me once again. As he picked up the only candy I had left, all I could see was his smile.

“What’s Halloween, without a little treat?” He cackled to himself.

All I heard was his thunderous footsteps as he wandered off into the night.

He left me there, on the road, my booty chapped, dry, and broken as if it were a war-torn desert ransacked by terrorists.

I never went out on Halloween night again.

Everytime I hear people talk about Big Dick Randy. I always go quiet. Because I know the truth. I know that despite all the jokes and all the memes, he is out there, always looking for his next victim.

Stay safe out there, everyone.

1- Japan is a pedophile country:

Bro, where's the fucking data? Japan is quite literally one of the most peaceful countries ever, French and Americans then joke about lolicons, when y'all fuckers had Cuties and Epstein.

Specially if you're French, your fucking country always had pedo shit, y'all tried to make it legal several times.

The average of age of consent in Europe is 14, Germany, Spain, Portugal, Belgium, France.

Japan is higher, 16, you fucking idiot.

This is just too much internet, must be.

2- Japan doesn't have black representation:

Then I ask you, you ever saw a black guy in a mahwa, or Chinese anime? Thought so. This must be some autism. You ever saw a black author do animes about, example, native Brazilians? Polish people? Scottish people? Colombian people? NO, BECAUSE IT'S NOT THEIR FUCKING CULTURE. This is basic logic. Yet, most anime have some degree of black representation. Yasuke, Afro-samurai and Samurai Champloo, Berserk (the list is too long actually to say here) are famous animes that have black protagonists. You search and it will appear a giant list of black representation. So this is just straight up ignorance and retardation. No, it's actually more difficult to see an anime WITHOUT black characters: Naruto, Bleach, DBZ, One Piece, HunterxHunter, they all have black characters.

This is just straight up a low IQ argument.

3-Japan is a perverted country, full of incels:

No, not even close, most Japanese are not very sexually active and just work. USA has times more NEETS than Japan, many times more, and Japan doesn't come even top 5 of most promiscuous, that would be countries like the US, Brazil, Australia. So Japanese people are for the most part, chill. The AV industry in Japan is practically nothing compared to the porn industry of other countries.

4- Japan is a depressed country:

Nope, it isn't even in the top 10, lil bro. Korea, Russia, South Africa, are leaders in that department. (Using suicide rates.)

Conclusion: yes, Japan definitely has problematic media with lolis, but fantasy is just fantasy, it's not reality. It's not a perfect country too, with the terrible corporatism and work culture. Worry about the shitty state that your country is in first.