I was surprised to find out there was no write-up for this. I think there might have been one once, but it has been deleted, so I decided to do one of my own.

#The Author

Frey is an author, businessmen, and all around sketchy fellow from Ohio. He went to Denison University and majored in history – you don’t care about that, but I thought I’d mention it anyway.

Frey fumbled from project to project until he got his big break in 1998 when he wrote the screenplay for ‘Kissing A Fool’, starring David Schwimmer and some other people. Judging by its 5.6/10 rating on IMDB, it was exactly as bad as everything else Frey ever touched. After that, he wrote and directed Sugar: The Fall of the West, which must have been even worse than Kissing a Fool, because it seems to have completely disappeared from the face of the Earth. I can’t find a single scrap of information about it anywhere online.

#The Book

In April of 2003, James Frey approached the publishing house Doubleday with his memoir ‘A Million Little Pieces’. It was a tale of drug addiction, criminality, recovery, and a slow, painful return to society. A true hero’s journey in the Campbellian style. And according to Frey, it was all true. The book hit shelves on 15th April.

So what actually happens? Well, I decided to subject myself to it so you don’t have to. I didn’t pay for it of course. I’m not insane.

After the EPUB file had finished torrenting, I opened the book and read the first page, realised I was only reading the reviews and the book didn’t actually begin for three more pages, opened up Goodreads and saw that it was 515 pages long, closed the book, and returned to this document.

So here are the spark notes, reworded just enough that it doesn’t count as plagiarism.

James wakes up on a flight to Chicago with no clue where he is. He’s missing a piece of his cheek, has four broken teeth, and his nose is broken too. Travelling with him are a doctor and two mysterious gentlemen. When he lands, he meets his parents, who had flown in from Tokyo to collect him. Frey is then taken to rehab in Minnesota. He is almost immediately attacked by another patient, but finds solace in new friends – a young woman named Lilly and a career criminal named Leonard.

*This begins James’s horrible road to recovery. He experiences constant, painful vomiting from withdrawals, and a double root canal (without painkill

I’m in your normal US dorm room with one roommate (we’re both 20F) at a private Midwestern college. My roommate and I generally live together well, but we’re not close friends.

I’ve had a few migraines in the past, but never to the point of what I experienced this past week.

This particular migraine knocked me into bed for two full days, basically laying as still as I could with noise cancelling headphones, and having to walk to the bathroom to pee with a bowl in hand because moving made me so nauseous. Also, I had been been trying to keep the room as dark as possible, so obviously not turning on the light and having a shades pulled. My roommate did not respect my desire for the room to be dark, and flipped on the lights several times. The two time I tried to let it go because it’s also her room, but something about fluorescent lighting makes me nauseous when I already have a migraine, and ended up vomiting both times after being in the light for 15-20 minutes.

The next time she came in and turned on the lights (the room was dim but not pitch black) I asked her if she could turn it off or at least be quick with the light. She immediately got defensive saying how this is her room too and that if I can’t handle a little light I shouldn’t be here. While she was talking, I had to again, throw up, unfortunately in these instances hurrying to the toilet (communal bathroom) wasn’t an option, so I was at the mercy of a trash can. Unfortunate timing to say the least.

I tried to give her a quick explanation of how the fluorescent lights made me feel sicker, but i was in pain, and that explanation probably wasn’t great.

Anyways, I’m feeling better now, but my roommate is still making offhanded comment like “ohhh is now an okay time to turn the lights on?” in a nasty tone.

My issue is that it is her room, and maybe I overstepped, even though I feel like it was a reasonable request for special circumstances. So, AITA

I do not give permission to share this story anywhere.

This is an old story (pre-covid).

Years ago we went on a family vacation to Hawaii. It was only the 4 of us. Me, husband, my 14 y/o daughter (from a previous marriage), and JNMIL. She became a JN after we got engaged when she accused me of being a gold digger because I was marrying her son and the fact that i have a child from a previous marriage. Her son had an average office job and owned no property (same) but somehow that made me a gold digger (apparently I'm horrible at it since I still have to work). ANYWAY, I was not thrilled that she was invited along, but DH said that since she's elderly and doesn't have much longer to live (she's perfectly healthy and in her late 60s) that this could be her only chance to go to Hawaii so I reluctantly agreed. We live in California and she's in Florida so I rarely see her anyways so what's one week in Hawaii?

Since we were paying for the majority of everything she was on her best behavior. She becomes a full blown Karen if she has to pay for anything. Non stop complaining and lying to get a free meal in a restaurant/hotel stay/etc. Embarrassing antics (a story for another time. Let me know if you want more). It's just easier if we pay so she'll shup up and eat. This worked well for most of the trip and I was truly impressed with her behavior. I was beginning to think that maybe she calmed down in her old age.

At the very end of the trip, DH dropped off me, DD, and JNMIL at the airport entrance. He had to return the rental car so we got a head start going through security. DD and I passed through security with flying colors, but JNMIL was pulled to the side and questioned. DD and I stood by to wait for her to be finished. We had no idea the stunt she was about to pull.

The agent searching her bag put her carryon luggage on the table and asked if she had anything to tell her. JNMIL: "No! I have nothing to tell you!" she said a little too defensively. The agent opened up her luggage and immediately pulls out a mango.

The agent holds it up and says, "Ma'am, I need you to be honest with me...is there anything else in your bag?"

JNMIL: "NO! Nothing!"

Meanwhile, there are signs all over the place from U.S. Agricultural Inspection stating that unauthorized fruit, vegetables, animals are subject to seizure and violators can be subject to civil penalties by federal law.

The agent rummages around her luggage and pulls out a gently used styrofoam hotel coffee

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

Let's make herbalism a bit more fleshed out! If we get enough entries for several biomes, I'll divide them into categories for d10/d20, e.g. d20 Forest Herbs & Plants, d20 Grassland Herbs & Plants etc.

Includes: name, visual / olfactory description, effects, location.

1. Anéli-root: twin roots dig deep into the earth, known by a pleasant yellow flower with small jagged petals. Releases healing properties when cooked into a stew/distilled in alchemy. Found in forests under shadowing trees. [/u/madsmeda]
2. Swingvine: a twisting green vine with red splotches that climbs tree trunks and hangs from branches. Tough as a rope. Found everywhere in jungles. [/u/madsmeda]
3. Yuhko bean: a tall and thin stem of dark green colour rises from fertile soil. Produces small beans in delicate pods that, when crushed and dried into a powder, makes a sleep inducing poison. Found in grasslands near brooks [/u/madsmeda]
4. Almat grass: tough blades of brown and black, smelling and tasting like salt. When chewed the blades produces a pain reliever that can quicken the healing of a wound. Found close to the ocean, but never directly on the coast. [/u/madsmeda]
5. Whiteout: named so after its white petals that somehow turn inside out at the slightest touch. The juices from cutting the stem can be mixed with the powder of the yuhko bean to make a deadly poison, killing its receiver in minutes. Harmless by itself. Found in grasslands near brooks and springs. [/u/madsmeda]
6. Focus Root: an earthy pungent root from a magical copperwood tree, when chewed this root releases an overwhelmingly strong flavour which provides 1 minute of advantage against charisma saving throws or can make disgusting tasting food tolerable. [/u/DemonFire75]
7. Blood Moss: a pale white Moss commonly found around graveyards and battlefields, when placed into a wound it absorbs the blood and swells sealing deep cuts, this Moss can be used to instantly stabilise a downed creature. [/u/DemonFire75]
8. Arrowhead Thorns: burgundy coloured thorns which grow in dense forests and jungles, as tough as iron and shaped like arrowheads they are commonly used by elves in the construction of arrows. [/u/DemonFire75]
9. Slumberbell: a plant native to moonbrushed forest in the feywild. A purple droopy blossom, very difficult to cultivate and domesticate. It's petals always flutter and sway hypnotically to lull herbivore beasts to sleep, while insects and the fair

Before we get into the highlight I'd like to start off with some housekeeping. As per usual, quotes are introduced with the speaker in Bold and super chats, discord quotes, and comments are represented in Italics. I would like to give a big thank you to u/annoyed2470616 for always archiving Youtube revenue totals for me when life inevitably gets in the way of me doing highlights live. I would also like to thank discord user SamsungFilter for painstakingly providing all screenshots of super chats and calculating the SC revenue for each live. If any of you are interested in joining the discord, you can access it at this link: https://discord.gg/wKfDzxEZ. In previous highlights I've provided the name of the mod but she has since asked me to provide this instead since she is experiencing stalking by a crazed VIB. She'd like me to communicate that everyone is welcome to join, but she has recently had to turn her friend requests off as a protective measure. If you still have trouble accessing this chat feel free to private message me.

In order to keep this subreddit accessible and safe, please check out ther/FoodieBeauty rules. While the characters in the Foodiverse choose to put the content they do out, it is essential that you all follow the rules while commenting and posting to keep this sub alive. These rules include: no cow tipping**,** maintaining a clear boundary between snark and hate speech, not linking directly to her videos, staying on topic, not doxxing members of the community on or off of the sub, participating in the community, and marking any haram content NSFW.

Hi ya'll, I won't be doing any recapping of yesterday's dumpster fire because I feel like everyone kinda saw it already and I feel like a lot of it would require me to stream Nader. Instead, I'll link this, a recap done by the lovely u/delicatefawn:

https://www.reddit.com/r/FoodieBeauty/comments/s80c31/meltdown_megathread/htes8z1/?context=3

• Chantal begins stream crying in her living room with a joint in her hand. Chantal: "I can't do this. I'm having a hard tine. I'm crying over a person who's not crying over me...and....I feel like I'm dying inside. So I desperately reactivated the phone."
• Chantal says she couldn't k

Eight more days.

That was how long they needed to hold out before the Fiends’ teleportation spell was ready. Expanding the Magic Circle to accommodate an additional 1600~ Elves wasn’t going to be easy; it involved redrawing complex markings, injecting mana into esoteric runes, and a lot of other jargon that was flying over Rob’s head. Under normal circumstances, accomplishing the endeavor in a short period of time would’ve been impossible. But while the Deserters didn’t have many mages left to contribute, they did have an ace-in-the-hole in the form of a very smug Archmage. Whenever other spellcasters formed a Mana Link with Malika, they gained a portion of her sky-high Sense Magic Skill, which had prompted the mages to collectively board a hype train with no signs of getting off. Malika especially. She’d be riding this high for weeks.

The whole thing was apparently really amazing and super cool and by god did it make Rob miss Duran. The Elder would have been more than happy to explain how the Magic Circle worked in a verbose, lengthy, and entertaining lecture. Despite speaking with a level of wordiness on par with Rob’s most grueling college professors, Duran’s lessons were always fun. His enthusiasm was as infectious as watching a kid in a candy store. Blight aside, Elder Duran would’ve loved this whole situation in general. Skill breakthroughs? An entire new culture to explore? It all sounded like a scholar’s fantasy come to life.

You’ll get to nerd out over it soon, Rob thought. He looked down at Duran’s unmoving form, keeping a close eye on the man’s repeated, shallow breaths. Every day Rob visited, and every day was the same. Corruption had irradiated the Elder’s body to the point where his organs were on the constant verge of failure. The Healers were doing their best, but Duran’s condition wouldn’t be able to improve until his Corruption was removed. In a sense, the lack of change in Rob’s visitations was a blessing, as it meant that he didn’t arrive to find an empty bed. Without the Healers’ regular ministrations, he already would have.

Loci of Power exist in Fiend territory just like anywhere else, Rob thought. I’ll Attune to them, pump up Crystal Bearer, and start expunging Corruption like nobody’s business. Just hold on until then.

He held back tears. Please, please hold on. I just need eight more days.

Assuming everyone cooperated. When news of the joint alliance first reached the Fiends, their mages were – to put it lightly – d

According to researchers, the gene, Delta 32, is found in those whose European ancestors survived The Plague. It is therefore believed that the human immune system adapted to defeat the disease and that the gene was passed along to safeguard generations to come.

In 1969, in his testimony before the US Senate, Dr. Donald MacArthur effectively asked for $10 million to produce a “synthetic biological agent”. With this testimony, many believed to have found the crucial evidence that the US Department of Defence created the AIDS “virus”, with the following extract from his statement being key:

“All biological agents up to the present time are representatives of naturally occurring disease, and are thus known by scientists throughout the world. They are easily available to qualified scientists for research, either for offensive or defensive purposes.”

Considering how Delta 32 was concluded by “scientists” as protecting people from ever being able to develop AIDS, the above would lend strongly to the possibility of, not only the supposed “virus” being successfully created, but it being based on The Plague.

There is just one problem with this “conspiracy”: AIDS does not exist.

HIV/AIDS

AIDS – Acquired ImmunoDeficiency Syndrome – is supposedly caused by contracting HIV (Human Immunodeficiency Virus); only, there has, to date, been absolutely zero concrete evidence to support this claim.

Several renowned scientists and doctors, including Kary Mullis, who invented the PCR test (and made it clear at the time that the invention should never be used to test for diseases), venomously opposed the non-science that HIV caused anything – let alone AIDS.

Dr. Robert Willner was so adamant this was the case that he even injected himself with HIV on live television. He went on to repeat this act and, when he died of a sudden heart attack (read into this as you will), no trace of either HIV or AIDS were found in his blood.

Meanwhile, other auto-immune diseases with symptoms very similar to AIDS have been discovered, with “scientists” and “doctors” quick to utilise semantics (sophism) to separate them.

For my recent theory discrediting viruses, please refer to this: https://www.reddit.com/r/conspiracyNOPOL/comments/r5nys1/logic_rules_supreme/

Thought manipulation

What does all of this have to do with The Black Death?

Back then, there wasn’t any r

Greetings CA fam! It has been a while, hasn't it? God knows I should have posted earlier, especially with having so much time on my hands recently. Belated happy kwanza and a new year to you all. After receiving numerous requests, demands, threats, and bribes to post I figured I better pull my thumb out and deliver. Get ready, kids, it's gonna be a long one.

Day 8 of calling out from work. I've got health problems, drink problems, a rapidly shrinking bank balance, and stitches in my forehead. I have a lot of ground to cover, a lot's happened, but I'll try to keep it (relatively) concise, if not coherent. Where to begin?

I guess things start on the 1st of December. CAG came back from her boondoggle in San Diego. You'll be pleased to know I did not cave and pay for her to come back, it was actually her estranged, abusive, CA dad who got her out of there. More on him later.

Despite her sweet-sounding words and promises of changed behavior in San Diego my suspicions were confirmed when it didn't take long for the mask to drop. We were already arguing hours after she got back to mine because of her secret drinking (I spotted her when she triggered the porch camera), and by the weekend I'd already kicked her out. I'd warned her multiple times when she was in SD I wasn't going to put up with her narcissistic behaviors if she intended to come back, and if she carried on like she had I would happily throw her ass out again.

I woke up the day after we had a screaming match to find her bags packed on the porch and a sneering smirk on her face. I knew what was coming before it came so just ignored her while we smoked in silence, then dashed inside to drink and stash the booze before she could hide it in her belongings. Out comes the inevitable threat of her leaving. She'd been up for almost 4 hours before me and hadn't really unpacked since coming back from San Diego; if she really wanted to leave she had plenty of time to do so. I'd also noticed several 'essentials' she couldn't have forgotten in the house, so this was clearly just a ploy.

I don't know why she pulls this stunt, I really don't. Every time we have a major fight she will, at least once, do this: "if you don't x,y,z I will leave you!" trying to cow me into submission. Abandonment threats don't work on me. I'm not going to beg and plead that you stay, I'm going to get angry. She had an ex, Drew, who she claimed strangled her nearly to death when she threatened to leave him. Maybe she thinks

Do your worst!

They were cooked in Greece.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

but then I remembered it was ground this morning.

Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale

Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments

They’re on standbi

A play on words.

The Beginning | Wiki Page | Ninth Part | Eleventh Part

I appeared in an empty room, dazed. It was the bottom floor alright. The aesthetic resembled the first area, but a little darker with some obsidian and red banners mixed in. Welcome to hell. I looked at Coppernose.

“Well, here we are. I’d best get moving. You know what to do.”

“Hey, wait!” she interjected. “This place reeks of springs! No way am I leaving you to this alone!”

I bobbed my head. “I appreciate the help, but won’t that hurt the evacuation timeline?”

Coppernose huffed. “Come on. You already talked it out with Ettrel. Everything is set! You’re worth spending some time and effort with.”

“Aww, that’s cute.”

……

As it turns out, Coppernose is a lifesaver. Not only is floor 50 rife with traps, but many of them are beyond my skill set! Despite the part where she licks everything, she was the perfect backup. She sussed out basically every trap over time, which we had to do because a bunch of them were motion-activated, removing her ability to fly past them with the UFO.

And we really had to just explore SO much space. Why you might wonder? Well, the boss door was a hallway over from where we started… but it was made of pure sterlite. That stuff is almost good enough to qualify as adamantium. NOT. MELTABLE. We were stuck with searching for the key after Coppernose almost lost an arm in the locking mechanism.

So we went step by step. She found the tiles that could move, then I either marked them with chalk or super glued them in place. Simple as hell, and never boring cuz you don’t know when something might go off. After about an hour and a half of slowly progressing through the area, we found the conspicuous miniboss door. It wasn’t locked, so I worked the latch.

The all-too-familiar mechanism inside started up, then stopped and started beeping slowly. Coppernose looked through the keyhole.

“Ohhh, it needs to be loaded. Give me a minute, and don’t touch anything until I’m back.”

She zipped off and, for once, I actually touched nothing when told to do so. A few minutes later and there was a zap, ending the beeping. I waited a bit longer until Coppernose returned, the

This is a story I wrote for a creative writing class last trimester. Was thinking about it and thought y'all might enjoy the story!

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Eris awoke in the building of honor. She rose up out of the straw bed and flowers wishing the memories of yesterday were only a bad dream. She had been chosen. She fell back onto the bed.

“Now that’s no way for an important lady to act.” Came a matronly voice, and Eris sighed. She didn’t want to deal with her Nana right now, but oh well, nothing to do about it now.

“Yes Nana.” she said as she rolled out of the bed. She hadn’t wanted any of this. She was barely 21! And yet for some reason, the Cave of Gods had chosen her. A bright beam of blue light had shot out and gone up and down her body and spoken in the ancient tongue. The entire village had stared at her before bursting out in celebration. There had been feasts and dancing and music the likes of which she had only experienced in her youngest of days when the last one had been chosen. People traveled from all over just to see if the Cave would choose them. It was considered a great honor. So why did she feel so much dread? Well, the main reason was pretty obvious.

Eris picked up her plate and moved to grab some of the leftover sweets from the previous night, that is, before Nana smacked her hand with a wooden spoon.

“Ah ah ah,” Nana said “you’re meeting the gods today! The Chosen need to eat good and well so they’re at their tip-top shape!”

“Why should I?” Eris couldn’t help but whine, “it’s not like I’m coming back anyways.” There it was. The terrible truth. No one who had entered the cave had ever come back. The village Elders had always done their best to hide that truth, but when you lived in the village of the cave you couldn’t help but notice.

Nana turned her face away. Were those tears in her eyes? “Nonsense deary! I’m sure the gods have something special planned for you! Now make sure you eat your breakfast. It’s almost time for the final ceremony!”

Eris couldn’t help but snort. The final ceremony was a joke. People tried to be kind and helpful but it always ended up feeling like what it inevitably was. A funeral.

Eris sighed as she took her seat at the oak table and ate as Nana said. “Well, nothing for it now.” She thought. She could try to escape but they’d find her in no time flat. Besides, where would she go if it even worked? Everyone was connected to the Cave and she couldn’t travel faster

Pilot on me!!

Tommy was what the “Beautiful People” at our High School called an “Easy Target”.

He was short, kind of chubby, very timid, with thick black coke bottle glasses.

Need I say more?

Now, I’ve never considered myself to be a tough guy, but I could hold my own in a fight, one on one, or even two on one, if it came down to it.

You see, my father, who at the time, had just retired from the Air Force after 20 years, had taught me a few defensive moves, when I was younger, in case I ever needed to defend myself.

He also taught me to respect others, and to stand up for what is right.

And that is how I met Tommy.

Tommy Wickerman!

It was 1986.

I was 17 years old, and a Senior in High School.

Tommy was a Junior, as he was a year younger.

Now, like I said, my father had just retired, which meant we, my mother, my father and I, could no longer live in Base Housing.

The Mayflower Moving Company had a contract with the Air Base, according to my father, so they were called in to pack all of our belongings, and move them from our old house on Andrew’s Air Force Base to our new house in THIS small country town.

I’d tell you the name of it, but a lot of weird and creepy stuff happens here.

It’s not for the faint of heart.

I wouldn’t want any of you coming here, and getting mamed, or killed, or anything like that, so it’s best I keep it to myself.

But, I love it here.

You never know what’s going to happen.

Anyway, that’s not important.

Now, after moving into our new house, and getting the utilities turned on, the only thing left for my parents to do was enroll me in school.

Which they did.

School started the following Monday.

Monday came, I got up at six, got dressed, had breakfast, then went outside to wait for the bus.

I know what you’re thinking, “If you were 17, why didn’t you just drive to school?”

Well, I didn’t have a car.

Now, I don’t know how it was, or is, at your High School, but at this one, all the students either walked to school, or took the bus. Driving to school was not allowed.

Anyway, my dad was getting ready for his first day too.

He got a job as a security guard at Cartwright Cinema, a movie theatre in the next town over.

Apparently, they show movies all day long.

He’s now the Theatre Manager.

My mom didn’t, and still doesn’t work, she was, and still is, a stay at home mom.

Anyway, the bus picked me up around 7, making several other stops, to pick up more kids, and finally arriving at the school ab

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

BamBOO!