Yo, this shit is lit. I can post some dumb shit and it'll turn it into some dope ass shit? Hell yeah. John's mom is a hoe.
I’m sure some would label me as a soft mom. I have great kids who are kind, respectful, and smart. They do well in school and don’t cause trouble, so I’ve had it pretty easy. Sure, they don’t always listen, and I get frustrated sometimes, but overall, they’re good kids. My 9-year-old's soccer team just had their first loss of the season, 5-1, and they were all pretty upset about it. While I was talking to some friends, I noticed my son running laps around the field after playing for an hour. When I asked his dad why he was making him run, he gave me an answer that didn't sit well with me, so I called him out for it. Now I'm questioning if I'm being too soft as a mom. I remember when I played soccer, my coach made us run laps based on how much we lost by, and it made me hate the game. I'm worried that if his dad keeps pushing him like this, my son might not want to play anymore. Maybe I’m being dramatic; maybe I’m not. I just don’t think punishing my kid for trying his best is the right way to encourage him. Am I crazy for feeling this way?
Ryan Atwood, a farmer in Mount Dora, Florida, is struggling to run his farm that produces blueberries and strawberries. He needs over 100 workers, but finding local help has been challenging. To address this, he's turned to the H-2A visa program to hire workers from other countries, which is very costly—around $250,000 each year for travel, food, housing, and other expenses. The shortage of workers is causing some farms to miss big orders, leading to cancellations from companies. It's becoming increasingly difficult due to recent deportations, prompting many families to move away and leaving even fewer workers available.
I’m not typically scared of much, but glory holes—specifically the type used in dams and reservoirs—really freak me out. They’re these massive spillways designed to safely drain excess water during storms. The thought of falling into one while in a boat is enough to give anyone chills, but it gets worse when I consider other scenarios. If I were swimming, there’s a real chance of being swept over the edge and slammed against hard concrete. The design can vary, with some edges being rounded and others sharp. Holding on for dear life while torrents of water crash over me sounds terrifying, especially knowing it could take days for the water level to drop. Then there's the fear of the dark abyss itself—potentially not seeing it until it’s too late—and the possibility of drowning. Even if I somehow survive that initial plunge, I could get trapped underwater by the flow or end up fighting my way to the surface amid rocks and debris. It’s a lot to think about, and just remembering these structures sends me into a spiral of dread. And no banana was found; it got lost in the glory hole.
I'm a 39-year-old man, and I'm feeling really frustrated right now. I owe my local Ford dealership $74,000 for a pickup truck that I mainly use to transport my Costco purchases. On top of that, I'm unexpectedly angry about the new Snow White movie for some reason.