#Fortunate Petrol

[betanewsngr]

Kwara: Petrol tanker bursts into flame at Ilorin filling station

[petermorwood]

After BristolCon was over, and before we left for the airport *, @dduane and I had lunch in Pasture.

Despite being tempted by The Meat, we knew from previous experience that eating too much of that before travel is never a good idea - just when you want a little nap is when you have to haul luggage at a scurry - and went instead for starters then Burger and Sea Bass (all absolutely delish).

When I removed the half-pickle toothpicked to the top of the burger's bun, this is what was waiting for me...

Highly amusing, highly Halloween-y, and - unless someone in the kitchen with a seasonal sense of humour made those marks deliberately - a serendipitous accident!

:->

*****

* Going to the airport got a bit more exciting than we liked.

An over-tall lorry clipped a petrol / electro-charging station canopy and brought its high-tension power lines down all over the petrol pumps and across the A38, blocking the main (indeed from the trouble caused, what seems the only) route from Bristol City to Bristol Airport.

Maybe "exciting" doesn't cover how we felt, because though we did make our plane in reasonable time, it wasn't before my FitBit showed me a pulse-rate far higher than anyone merely sitting in a coach should have.

Fortunately we were insured against things like that, and even more fortunately the insurance wasn't needed, but given a choice between "uneventful" and "exciting" at the end of a trip, I'll take the dull option every time... :-P

[6ixtoru]

SINFUL WATCHERS | 02

pairing: s. geto x f!reader // w.c 1.8k

synopsis: Geto Suguru, moulded by the hefty hands of the Lord himself, and his brazen suggestion for him and distant friend/classmate L/n Y/n (Satan's favourite poem and existence opposed by heaven's residents) to anonymously post a video of their lewd entanglement on twitter proves to be more hazardous than one would think. Who knew one viral video could overturn God's plan?

warnings: 18+, heavy smut, modern!uni/alternative!AU, forbidden romance (?), fwb, angst, uploading of NSFW content by characters (basically Twitter p0rn stars), blasphemy, religious imagery/symbolism

series m // chapter 01 // chapter 03

AS Y/N TRUDGED down the stoned path; a yawn accidentally tumbled off her tongue after the transparent puffs illustrating the chilly breeze attempted to ambush her clothed figure despite the oversized coat she clung to in desperation to obtain body heat.

Beginning her third year at university had its benefits – such as the academic term beginning mid-autumn, which permitted admiration for the sky's decorative imagery.

Murky swirls obscured the visibility of the highest building tops as street lamps guided citizens. Fumes of revved engines at a standstill via traffic were one of her favourite scents, an unhealthy aroma similar to one of petrol, whilst the fog embraced a noose around residents of this specific road as it revelled in forcing drivers to operate their headlights despite the mornings' arouse. The gloomy mist encompassing Y/n's location was apologetic, forced to shoulder the benevolent sun's role who'd been dismissive of its job.

Her half-lidded eyes struggled to cloak the remaining tiredness, still apparent, having not attained any peaceful hours of Z's last night.

Eight AM. How dreadful for commuters in Tokyo?

Having been awoken around two hours prior, a forceful splash of freezing water to revive her sunken traits, followed by her cramped travel on the overcrowded tube, hadn't benefitted her as she remained unaffected by the chilly liquid and bustling crowd.

Reserved behind her shoulders was her hair, typically down and lacklustre of any fancy styling, which slightly swayed with each sluggish step she took towards her first destination before reaching the building home to campus grounds she was to be present in – the frontal pieces feathered to frame her beguiling features; wispy and requiring low maintenance.

Her excuse for the inflation of her eye bags (although smartly disguised with concealer) was solely due to her commitment to achieving the highest grade possible; Y/n's intelligence was overlooked and never truly acknowledged, yet a far more important attribute compared to her stunning looks. Fortunately, her lashes and the upper curve of her eyes, thinly lined with black, beautified her irises.

Truthfully, despite Y/n's nose buried between countless books last night, the off-white pages were repetitive and struggled to grasp her full attention. Although she genuinely attempted to cram as much revision as possible so she could attain the best possible grade.

Generally, she thoroughly enjoyed the subject, the literature entertaining and enjoyable to assess – especially when using a multitude of highlighters, the vibrant colours signifying essential sections of text. Furthermore, the rhythmical language studies expanded the pallet of her vocabulary.

Focusing her sight on her suede mules, largely clocked by her baggy jeans, she continued her journey in silence. Her headphones awaited use in her tote bag, the pattern of her breathing less irritable than the music usually pooled within her ears.

One small purpose of her timid amble down the dimly lit road busied by rampant engines was to regain control of her flailing nerves, not prepared to settle until her favourite beverage soothed the dehydration of her throat – Tokyo's chill her body's enemy as the lightweight haze infused itself upon her flesh, her paleness temporary and due to dissolve once she emerged past the homey entrance of her favourite café.

"My dear L/n!".

Y/n jolted as her lips pinched together in a hard line from the sudden verbal attack. Her body flinched before she swore impulsively in a sharp outburst. Her muscles relaxed, and her expression contorted into an unimpressed flat-lined frown, having registered the lanky man sneering before her.

Gojo Satoru grinned, flashing his pearly rows of teeth, which she internally questioned whether she should lean over and bash in, ultimately settling on restraint rather than pursuit.

Her defeated sigh pecked his ears before her playful punch landed on his tanned arm, which elicited his chortle once he mentally replayed the reaction he had successfully pulled out of her.

"What do you want?" She questioned as he strode beside her but out of sync, his strides longer and mismatched because of the gap between their heights.

Much to the girl's dismay, she attempted to mend their desynchronisation. His amiable grin, which lovesick girls fawned over, crept upon his peach lips, having noted her struggle to match his chipper pace.

"That's how you greet me?" Gojo pouted, and his arctic hues followed suit as they exhibited a false narrative of nurture and a blanket of commitment to long-term romance for women who frolicked around him, although aware of his natural ability to romanticise any girl with cordial charm.

His second-to-best friend huffed with her softly filled-in brow arched when turning to face him whilst tranquillity slung around their necks like an additional companion, the roads continuously occupied unlike the pathway weirdly lacking other pedestrians.

Due to his physical traits and all-rounded personality, many female students swooned despite his reputation of going on meaningless dates every other night. Women weren't aware of his inner-wiring, his strenuous efforts to please his expectant parents with a biology degree overshadowed by his public image of being notorious on the basketball court. However his charismatic character overrode his flaws concerning arrogance typically present during matches.

He was one out of two of her best/close friends. However, she never missed an opportunity to mention her tolerance for Gojo stemmed from their introduction in secondary school – otherwise, she would've avoided him and his coy advances long ago.

"Seriously, you seem moodier than usual." her lean snowy-haired friend pointed out, and she merely nodded in agreement.

The charming flirt regularly sprouted nonsense she disagreed with, a constant routine between the duo which showcased the power dynamic within their friendship; however, she couldn't deny the accuracy beneath his observation today.

"That's because you're with me and not Nanami." she joked as she name-dropped the third member of her trio, but quickly returned to her emotionless daze.

She continued, "Okay, I'm just messing. I stayed up late-".

"Doing what, huh?" His query interrupted her explanation before he launched a cheeky grin upon his pristine face whilst she scoffed, turning away with flushed cheeks when unable to erase his suggestive smirk.

His assumption was highly crude and certainly not a confession Y/n would admit to Gojo or any other friends for that matter; however, she detested his sexual indication not being incorrect.

Admittedly, last night's events included a miniature break of self-pleasure, which had occurred not once but thrice. It appeared overboard yet Y/n couldn't resist admiring her touch against her tense figure in front of her mirror. That bubbling rush of temporary desire to orgasm replaced her regular bloodstream with buzzing adrenaline.

Thus, another reason behind her consciousness awake past her regular bedtime was to be caught up with content following the hours she had thrown to waste.

"Don't interrupt me, and I didn't invite you." her stare acquainted itself once again with her shoes, mentally aware it was he who usually accompanied her to this specific business surrounding freshly brewed java anyway. Plus, Gojo was accustomed to her particular methods of teasing.

"Anyways, forget it." she finished, and Gojo nodded in understanding as he too strived to maintain an acceptable grade for the sake of his reputation and several adults polluting his life.

Abruptly, his features souring disrupted their rapport.

"Now, who seems moody? Date with a weirdo?" Y/n teased with an edge of curiosity, wonderous but not surprised at his sudden shift in mood.

The typical Gojo Satoru cowered out, his confidence raised on honour and elevation. "Nah, just thought about yesterday's practice exam," he paused as his usual cheer returned. "Also, yes. She was weirder than she let on." He shuddered.

Y/n scoffed at his dramatics, but it was nothing out of the ordinary, as he was a man hellbent on athleticism, his attractiveness, and being the best.

"That bad? Consider it as a pre-caution, for your sin of leading all these girls will bite you in the ass one day." She lectured with a shake of her head, a timid laugh caused by her point and her self-appreciation for not romantically admiring men like himself.

Gojo's lip snagged into a relatively relaxed smile when reminiscing about her previous reprimands regarding his romantic ways. He proceeded to watch Y/n's shoulders deflate and bewitching eyes roll back, having noticed he interpreted her care as pure entertainment and that her warnings wouldn't be taken seriously.

"Oi..." She warned before a sharp inhale swept across her lungs, interrupting his miniature admiration in the midst of opening the pristine glass door, a portal for savoury pastries desperate to be tasted and their purpose fulfilled once gnawed upon in customers' watering mouths.

The (unprofessional) athlete jumped back with his arms blocked in front of him, a lame excuse of a shield upon noting his failure to hold the entrance agape for his friend, who usually moseyed into the familiar environment before him.

"There's only banana-nut muffin left," he explained, scurrying to the counter, his soft spot for Y/n inexcusable for allowing her to purchase the last treat they both favoured.

"I would've let you have it, idiot." She softly called out behind him.

***

Having bid a group of students goodbye, Y/n almost cherished her ease for conversing with anyone, the students waving as they walked away, having partaken in civil communication, the regular questions regarding the progress of their studies and their overall mood discussed.

Students who exchanged pleasantries with the extroverted introvert noted her openness to any conversation with anyone, her bias non-existent and her opinions judgement-free. Her swift remarks and sarcastic banter balanced her stoic demeanour and unconscious scowl, a shield for her hesitation to trust. Her ability to expel discomfort between herself and a newly introduced soul was relieving (but worrisome for a specific group of others) as rumours of a disinterested and unapproachable aura were proven false once anyone was gifted an opportunity to converse with her.

However, the injurious thorns sown beneath her flesh that were moulded by scorched soil planted within hell's backyard, spared the oblivious undergraduates from the pernicious effects of being pricked. Satan's icky cords permanently seared around her figure was representative of her odious character, a sufferer from vitriolic attacks by the deceased graded as absolute piety living in Heaven.

Prioritisation of meaningless temptation obfuscated residents of this temporary world and their ability to differentiate others' authenticity, their wrongful regard of Y/n's ruthless reputation humorous and her delight in malignity soon to evolve as others risked an eternal blaze for voluntarily witnessing her and another's videoed sin.

Y/n's posture straightened, having noticed a familiar figure intrude her line of vision, her back stiff from resting against the bumpy brick of one of the main buildings she had been waiting to enter.

Incarnated with traits of infernal yet masked by normalcy aided her popularity amongst her peers. All but one man birthed to derail the desire for deeds linked to the underworld, associated her with the deathly region. Yet, his bewitchment surrounding the rendezvous of their two souls replaced the objective of his origin.

"How nice of you to join me, Geto.".

Blurred like an un-steadied lens attempting to focus, Y/n and Geto were mistakenly camouflaged with other students, two future stars too hidden to detect.

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[fellandfeathers]

grandpa's here to collect @therebetterbepie

STICKY. Everything in this establishment was sticky. From the unkept floorboards to odd substances still lingering on the chairs to the wine glass that was... well, supposedly clean. He asked for a Cabernet Sauvignon. They gave him... whatever this is.

It's hardly of import, as Aziraphale isn't here for the wine but a man... or what used to be a man, as well as a dear friend. He'd heard word of a rather unruly Dean Winchester prowling nearby, often frequenting this particular bar at the honorific hour of 11 am.

He's waited some time, and the Winchester has yet to show.

Chalking it up to another failure on his end, Aziraphale departs, and the table, chair, and wine glass are left in pristine condition, along with a generous tip on the table.

Fortunately, the next potential hot spot is just a bit down the road, and about halfway there, he fishes his mobile out of his coat pocket. It's a confusing but ADMITTEDLY CONVENIENT DEVICE, one offered to him after extensive over-explaining on his part to a lovely petrol station attendant who had seen better days but worse people.

❝ I... I think it's time to telephone Crowley, ❞ he requests the machine. Upon answering, there are no greetings, no hellos, no wots, nothing of the sort. Just a simple question: "You found him?" And the corner of Aziraphale's lips downturn in a frown, ❝ No, I'm afraid not. But don't you dare come down here. ❞

The threat is adamant, considering the supplies included for such a journey... most notably HOLY WATER.

❝ I'm getting closer. He had just patroned this establishment yesterday, and apparently all week, but today—❞

There's shouting in the distance, and Aziraphale rushes forth to see a young woman in an altercation with a man who's less than gentle, along with Dean Winchester, who swiftly comes to her aid only to begin beating his knuckles into the rude fellow's face.

❝ I'll have to call you back. ❞

In the midst of SEEING RED, the next thing Dean will hear is a familiar British lilt as he's dragged by the ear off his current victim.

❝ That's quite enough of that, young man! I believe it's time you and I have a THOROUGH TALKING TO about your behavior. ❞

[moltonx]

Alright I have to say my piece because I have seen some people theorizing that the reason the institute is burned down is because of Gertrude or it has to do with the destruction of the panopticon but I have a theory and it’s kinda weird and crazy

In MAG 60: Observer Effect the statement giver Rosa Myers is a news broadcaster in the 70s but after unpacking her dead brothers boxes she finds and hand mirror and is seen by the eye she then has the constant feeling of being watched she suffers a breakdown and loses her job she says in her statement she would lay low until her parents died and 12 years later her both her parents had passed away over the 12 years she worked a civil service job laying low after which she found out that her brother consulted the institute before he died presumable about the artefact that marked her around 20 years after she was marked she killed a truck driver and stole his trucked pumped it full of petrol and drove it with the aim of destroying the Magnus Institue fortunately she got into a crash before she made it to the Institute

My theory is that instead of getting into a crash she drove into the institute destroying it in 1999 which is around 20 years after the 70s I don’t know if it has any significance but I just thought I would throw this out there

[cy4zur3]

All atmospheric lights on, lense flare and slow pan over Coruscant. The night sky is a dark green, almost black, something like rainforest soil where thousands of years of ecological equilibrium cause it to teem with life. The night sky is the gateway to a galaxy filled with life. Stars like mischievous worms, eating up the detrius. Hyperspace lanes like mycelium, intelligent, sprawling. Living. Everywhere, life.

Zoom in. We’re on a street, and it’s busy despite the late hour. The night sky is grey now—there’s too much light pollution. Breathe in. Petrol. There’s a kebab van down one street, and a rotting cat down the other. The sky still a gateway, but here in the gloam it’s muted. Most people on this street will never get out of it, out of the neighbourhood. Klaxon, motorcycle, screaming. It’s not quite the underbelly—the dark one, darker than the sky is—but the defining feature here is the poverty. Dirty streets, but bright streetlamps. There are ghosts playing piano, slim-wristed, gaunt-faced. It’s out of tune, and accompanies a lone saxophone, dripping like rainwater into every person’s apartment. Damp, moldy apartments. There is no moon, only claire de lune.

Even in the slums, Coruscant gleams.

Zoom in further. There’s a man in dark robes. Dark brown, almost black but not quite. The fabric is fine, hand-woven by masters, but the cut is simple. He carries in his pocket an expensive jewel his lover gifted him, which he will not have the liberty to wear. Enter the hero: Anakin Skywalker, beloved, walks away from the apartment that only the two of them know exist, lost in thought. This was one clean. It smelled of antiseptic, kind of clean. There wasn’t a dishwasher but someone had to handwash the dishes and it wasn’t them, kind of clean. Somebody’s hands are wrinkled from washing the dishes, and it wasn’t them, kind of clean.

Close up on the hands. If you look carefully, you can see his hands are ungloved and perfectly white. Lady Macbeth killed herself out of guilt, you must remember, but the righteous do not jump off towers. They climb them—watch him climb the towers of Coruscant—and they nod in greeting to the guards, and they head home.

Anakin Skywalker, knight, walks into the Jedi Temple. Wide shot. It's a very large temple, but it's very small in this one, a gentle grey stone building, soft like dove-down and clouds, lit like an overcast day without rain. The rest of Coruscant is black brick and orange fire, infinite.

There are people milling about. An eclectic hectic mix of nocturnal adults and diurnal teenagers, and small, tiny ones, tripping into robes and giggling. A docent, coralling nine unruly figures into a line on the way to their midnight meal, is given a friendly pat on the back by their lineage brother, on his way home from a long mission.

The air hums—Coruscant gets warm but the air conditioning is good. It has to be, to support their plants through the summer. Anakin Skywalker, slave, is cold, never quite got used to these cooler temperatures. He starts to go back to his chambers for thicker, warmer dress, and stops. The clock chimes one, and he realises he has places to be. Close up of his frowning face.

He turns on his heel, and one of the younglings trips into him. He raises an eyebrow at them, they stutter out a cheery apology, and run back to their wearied and longanimous docent.

The tragedy here, in case you missed it, is the children running in these hallowed halls. Let the adults walk; these ones are small and haven’t learnt how tender is the sole of a foot. They’re laughing and they don’t quite yet know what it means to bleed.

Anakin Skywalker, murderer, signed up to teach a class. There’s a shortage of teachers, what with the war on. This is his way of giving back to this community which he loves.

For now, let him guide them through the first forms of lightsaber combat. Less katas, more yoga. There are some slackers, but fortunately that doesn’t matter as they won’t get to grow old enough to need it. These children will never see a warfront, because the frontlines will draw back to the heart of the temple and strangle them there. They won’t be old enough to understand what makes their deaths profane, why the camera must turn away from them.

Anyway, all of this to say that they enjoy the lesson. Anakin Skywalker, teacher, is relaxed, thorough, and funny.

Pan away. Please. This too is sacred, unwatchable.

Let them have this. They have so little, in the end. They are so little, in the end.

The night sky hangs itself outside the temple's grand windows, empty, empty, empty.

[alianoralacanta]

My First Race (13-03-2007)

Context: While waiting for the 2007 season to start, there was a forum thread about the first race everyone had attended live. This was before I could travel to races independently, but I did have a story to tell (even if the flies get more of a starring role than Michael Schumacher did), and it was long enough to need to go on my blog…

Warning! Long post alert!

I'm still waiting for my first GP race, but Dad did take me to the 2002 British GP qualifying. Boy was it a memorable day!

Having done my last GCSE exam the previous morning, I got home to discover that Dad had got qualifying tickets at the last minute (two friends had tickets, but couldn't go for reasons I never established). We promptly spent the next few hours getting necessary supplies - stuff for making sandwiches for lunch, earplugs for my rather sensitive ears, wellington boots that didn't have holes in them (in case of mud) and a little bag that folded out into a seat.

Waking up at 4:30am the next day, Dad and I were in our hitherto reliable red Volvo on the road to Silverstone by 6:00am. Everything was going fine and I was just remarking about how little traffic we'd seen when the fan belt went on the Volvo. It was 8:05am and we were just about to leave the M1. After a long wait and an even longer journey in a breakdown vehicle, we eventually found ourselves in Lutterworth at about 8:40am. Fortunately the local garage fixed the problem very quickly, an event Dad attributed to us telling the garage that we were heading for Silverstone…

We finally got to the track just in time to see Eddie Irvine's Jaguar go down the back straight for the last time in the morning practise. After that, we walked halfway round the track to see the paddock, with armful of Jordan advertising. The merchandising area looked really interesting, particularly for me whose previous experience of F1 merchandise stretched to a battered McLaren hat one my brother's friends gave me the previous year. Speaking of hats, Dad and I both bought a hat - Dad got a Ferrari cap and I got a Jordan one.

After this, we continued around the outside of the track, looking at all the corners. It was about when we got to Stowe that Dad noticed a problem. There was a swarm of flies and a few wasps hanging around my head! I had foolishly picked a yellow Jordan hat instead of a black one, and the poor insect life around Silverstone must have thought I was a giant flower…

The next thing we did was eat lunch while listening to the circuit radio. Dad and I had chosen the exit of Club corner for our area, and it was a very good choice. Not only could we see everything from the Stowe exit to the start of the Luffield complex, but there was also a giant TV in the vicinity. Halfway through our sandwiches, the action began.

Seeing an F1 car in its full glory was really exciting, but seeing several together was about the most thrilling thing I'd seen in my life! Hearing the V10s and seeing the different lines everyone took was exciting, especially in the rare moments I could hear the commentary over the sweet song of metal on edge. The intellectual interest was high too; not only was there the pole chase, the Jordans and the home drivers to watch out for, there was also the question of whether Alex Yoong would qualify (he didn't) and whether Arrows would even bother to participate (they did; it was the last time Arrows put its whole heart into a race weekend, too).

As a Jordan fan, I'd've been happier if that song had not been punctuated with the awful scrape of Sato's nosecone dragging on the tarmac (it fell off its connectors on its own accord, apparently) and if Fisichella's original engine had stayed operational for more than one-and-a-half laps. This was probably why I couldn't find anything suitable to say to the Jordan staffer I saw a few hours later in the petrol station on the way out…

You may have noticed that at no point during any of this did I need the new wellies. In fact, Dad and I got back with sunburn. We'd packed the bag with stuff for every weather, including a complete change of clothes - except for sunscreen. For once, summer was in Britain - and I forgot to plan for it!

As for the grid, I considered it a fairly minor matter until I got back home to watch the video Mum did of the coverage, but it went:

1st…Montoya (a fast lap that seemed to come out of nowhere, but Montoya then went nowhere fast on race day)

2nd…Barrichello (unusually, he beat his team-mate, and would go on to have an eventful race and still come 2nd)

3rd…Michael Schumacher (took it a bit steady, but won the race next day)

[darkmaga-returns]

By Andrew English

Perhaps autumn half-term week was not the best time for driving long distances in an EV on largely unplanned routes, but then family life is like that, full of the unexpected, joyful and sometimes sad.

The first thing I learnt during 11,000 miles in the Mach-E was that it isn’t a “proper” Mustang. Secondly, if you regularly cover high mileage in an EV, you need to travel when everyone else isn’t to avoid queuing at chargers.

Fortunately, now that my three-month eschewal of fossil fuels is over, I’m able to use my Honda Civic Type R for long personal journeys, although the Ford is still pressed into service when work calls.

Recently, a family illness was a force majeure and the Civic was being serviced so the Ford was the only transport. Unfortunately, no amount of planning could avoid bank-holiday travel and the armada of electric vehicles needing to charge.

It looked as though Gridserve hadn’t done much planning, either. Of its 24 high-current chargers at Exeter services, eight were out of service. It was chaos.

“I’m glad my boss will be doing this next week so he can see what it’s like,” said Gridserve’s Matt Sidwell, who was doing sterling work trying to instil order to the rambunctious queuing system. With no space to stack cars, no signposting and people constantly trying to push in, he was fighting a losing battle.

[xylophonetangerine]

Benzene replaced tetraethyl lead as the standard anti-knock agent in automotive petrol but it's not as unproblematic as you might think. Benzene is better than lead in that it's not bioaccumulative but it is a potent carcinogen. Fortunately benzene (unlike TEL) is largely decomposed into less hazardous hydrocarbons in internal combustion engines so traffic exhaust is not super hazardous but working at a filling station or living near one increases your risk of developing certain blood cancers due to increased exposure to benzene from uncombusted petrol.

[icedteadrinker]

Today❗ This is my fucking wedding day 👰‍♂️💒 NEVERTHELESS‼️Nevertheless, John, despite the bad blood 🩸 I'll have none of it on my carpet 🧼 Now for Grace's sake 👩🏼 nothing will go wrong 😌🙏 Those 😡BASTARDS😡 out there are her family 👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 and if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her 🤨 your kin 👵🏼 your cousins 👦 your 'orses 🐴 your fucking kids 👶 you do 🚨ANYTHING🚨 to f- WHAT���️ No. No. No. 🙅‍♂️ No cocaine ❄️ No cocaine 🚫 No sports 🏌️‍♂️ no telling fortunes 🔮 no racing 🏎️ no fucking sucking 😳 petrol ⛽ out of their fucking cars 🚗 And you 🫵 Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me 🧶 eh? But the main thing is 😐you bunch of fuckers😐 despite the provocation from the cavalery 🏇 no fighting 🚫🥊AY! No fighting ⚔️ no fucking fighting 😤 no fighting ‼️NO FUCKING FIGHTING‼️

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Continuation

meanwhile in the voice call

Mysterion: OUT THE WINDOOOOOoooowww.................

*splat*

Mysterion: Just kidding

Death Girl: Simple a combination mouse trap and catapult.

*SNAP - SPROING - WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH - . . . . . . . . . . thud*

Henrietta (she didn’t care enough to make a username): I take it that the “THUD” is you whacking him out of bounds with your baseball bat?

Professor Chaos (Villan Butters): shouldn't that be SNAP - SPROING - SQUEAK - WHOOSH?

Human-Kite: Maybe we could invest in a cat.

Super-Craig: Shove the mouse down Cartman's trousers!

Death Girl: No, it should be: SNAP - SPROING - SQUEAK – WHOOSH – ting

Call-Girl: Did you have a bad mouse experience during your childhood???

Mosquito: Gee, that X-Box demo would have worked heaps better if they'd thrown a mouse into a room full of mouse traps already primed with other mice, setting off a chain reaction of SNAPs, SQUEAKs and SPROINGs.

Doctor Timothy (super hero Timmy): This is my one line comment.

Tool-Shed: Maybe we can convince Mysterion to eat it?

Mysterion: That'll take a lot more convincing then five dollars

Fastpass: You can do it!

Death Girl: Or we could put it back where it belongs .. plugged into the back of somebody's computer.

The Coon (super hero Cartman): Hasn't anyone seen Stuart Little??? He could be our ticket to fame and fortune!

(He’s a raccoon themed super hero)

Human-Kite: Has anyone ever seen both Cartman and the rat at the same time?... just wondering if there's some secret identity thingy going on.

Tool-Shed; Maybe he's the little bastard moving everyone's stuff

Call-Girl: So was it the mouse that was sneaking smokes in the toilet? Seems like the poor little thing is getting blamed for everything else

Fastpass: Let's get him!

Mysterion: I could use another mouse or two to help power a car...

Death Girl: Let's just cover the room in Petrol and light it up now!

Henrietta: Put his little mouse head on a big dirty pike as a warning to others...

Mysterion: Lets just all burn our pants.

Tool-Shed: Umm, you go first

Fastpass: Let's get him!

Mysterion: You all want to jump me now I've burnt my pants huh?

Death girl: One of my friends had a story about his father doing the mouse vs petrol thing when he was young, and with its last chance at revenge, the burning mouse ran into some very long, very dry grass, set the grass alight, and burned down a whole farm.. crops, machinery, house, and also the people who owned it...

Mosquito: See, vicious little mongrels, mice. Burn your house down soon as look at you. They're dangerous! Arsonists! Satanists! They must be stopped, before it's too late. It's us or them. oh, and I'm always available for a pants burning. name a time

Mysterion: Release your anger and complete the journey to the dark side...

Tupperware: Why don't we just get the mouse!?

Human-Kite: That's not the mouse you are looking for.. Move along, move along.

Call-Girl: I don't think Mysterion needs any help releasing . . .

Tool-Shed: Certainly not releasing so much as restraining.

Mosquito: Has anyone heard the one about the mouse and giraffe that met in a bar?

Tupperware: Yep

Call-Girl: I think we should all try and get out of the HQ a little more

The Coon: Woowoo! Call-Girl said we can all go home!

Fastpass: Let get HIM then!

Tupperware: Let's have pants burning as a random encounter, or even a full mission. Somebody keeps sneaking into the base and setting fire to peoples pants

Wonder-Tweek: There isn't really a mouse. I just made the whole thing up lol

Fastpass: Lets get Tweek then?

Doctor Timothy/ Blah blah blah!

Super-Craig: Dracula impressions? Really?

Tupperware: blah blah blah, dude!

The Coon: If it was MY mouse, Id say like “Get back in the kitchen and cook me some pie bee-atch”

Human-Kite: You have a pie-cooking mouse?

The Coon: Yeah of course I do

Mosquito: Let's just set up a big barbed wire cage or even better, a dome and have a sort of last man standing dealie. The winner gets to eat the mouse...

Death girl: Are we fighting the mouse or each other?

Mosquito: I've always wanted to compete versus a rodent I might actually have a chance of winning.

Doctor Timothy: Aaaaaargh!

Mysterion: “I'm not imagining this as Tupperware, Mysterion and New-Kid also saw him albeit rather briefly" I'd just like to categorically deny ever seeing a mouse. Tweek is a loon.

Hana: *walks into the room* yo Eric, dinner’s ready. You can talk to your friends later

[trekbec82]

I once had an Amazon parcel delivered to a petrol station the next suburb over from me.

The street address is the same, and both suburbs start with the same letter, so we've had regular mail delivered there too over the years, this was not the first time for my family.

What really got me was, my parcel was just left on a shelf near the front counter, not even given to the staff member.

Fortunately I was able to call the petrol station and say "hey can you please put my parcel behind your counter and I'll come and get it in about 10 minutes" and they did, but like... It's not that hard to make sure you have the right suburb when making a delivery.

[melitaafterfeather]

Public places and public services for British are not for immigrants to stay.

Public facilities like autobus transport roads cost a lot of money and are running with the cost paid by England which service users cannot pay fully with a ticket.

From now on we are restructuring the public places and services rename and inform you after how to approach and behave so it won't affect you financially. Public services are not free because England does not use your origin Governing public services and ruin them.

Tourists and illegals cannot stay in Royal premises any more. Civil places have limited capacity for British entitled to use from the area.

Costs example for a autobus:

1. Make of autobus capital

2. CCTV internet

3. Paying machine

4. Administration costs

5. Cleaning the autobus

6. Petrol

7. Servicing and parking

8. Driver costs wages

9. Road maintenance

10. Insurance car

11. Pollution reduction filters

Those are costs that were invested on a daily basis and the ticket does not cover much of the costs

England in particular London dies not require these many vehicles for a transport autobuses trains airplanes bikes for tourists to enjoy who wouldn't go home after a prompt.

Houses and buildings cost more than vehicles.

Be aware you are responsible for all illicit activities and being present on the public places and public service that cost a fortune. 🚲🚛🚌🛻🏍️🚐

Private management of public services or the service to the public is not in ownership of the public services.

Public services can stop if there is no need or capital investment approved by Royalty and Parliament.

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How Wrong Fuel Help Can Assist You with Contaminated Fuel and Diesel in Petrol Car in Newcastle

When you're running errands, commuting, or taking a road trip, the last thing you expect is to encounter a situation involving Contaminated fuel newcastle. However, this unfortunate event can happen to anyone. The mix-up of diesel in a petrol car or putting the wrong type of fuel in your vehicle is a common mistake that can result in significant stress and cost. Fortunately, Wrong Fuel Help is here to provide expert services, offering quick solutions to get you back on the road in no time.

In this article, we will explore how Wrong Fuel Help in Newcastle assists drivers with issues like contaminated fuel and the dangerous problem of diesel in a petrol car. Whether you’ve mistakenly filled your car with the wrong fuel or you’ve been stranded because of contaminated fuel, this article will guide you through the steps and offer helpful tips on how to prevent and resolve this problem efficiently.

Understanding Contaminated Fuel

Contaminated fuel refers to any kind of foreign substance that has mixed with your vehicle’s fuel. It could be water, dirt, or even the wrong type of fuel. Sometimes, fuel might become contaminated during the refueling process, especially in older or faulty petrol stations, or from improperly sealed fuel containers. Over time, contaminants can cause serious damage to your engine and fuel system, leading to costly repairs.

Contaminated fuel in Newcastle has become a common issue for many drivers, particularly when the weather conditions fluctuate. Excess water in fuel can cause your car to misfire, lose power, or even stall entirely. This issue can leave you stranded in an unsafe location, unable to continue your journey. When you face contaminated fuel problems, it's essential to get professional assistance immediately to prevent further damage.

Diesel in Petrol Car: A Costly Mistake

One of the most frequent mistakes drivers make when refueling their vehicles is accidentally putting diesel in a petrol car. While petrol and diesel are similar, they are not interchangeable, and putting the wrong fuel in your car can cause severe damage to the engine, fuel system, and other critical components.

If you accidentally put diesel in a petrol car in Newcastle, don't panic. The first thing you should do is turn off the engine to avoid circulating the wrong fuel through the system. It is essential to avoid starting your vehicle because doing so can cause irreparable damage to components such as the fuel injectors, pump, and spark plugs.

The immediate effects of diesel in a petrol car can range from engine misfiring, poor acceleration, and the engine stalling to more severe issues, such as engine damage. Diesel is thicker and more viscous than petrol, and it doesn’t ignite as easily. As a result, when you try to run your petrol engine with diesel, it may fail to start or run poorly.

The Role of Wrong Fuel Help in Newcastle

Wrong Fuel Help specializes in handling cases of contaminated fuel and Diesel in petrol car newcastle. Their team of trained technicians is equipped with the knowledge, tools, and expertise to safely and efficiently drain contaminated fuel and restore your vehicle’s fuel system. Whether you’ve mistakenly filled your petrol car with diesel, or you've discovered contaminated fuel, they offer prompt services that can save you time, money, and stress.

1. Fast and Reliable Fuel Draining Service

One of the first things Wrong Fuel Help does when responding to a call is to drain the contaminated fuel from your vehicle’s tank. Their mobile units are fully equipped to perform this task on-site, meaning you don’t have to worry about towing your vehicle to a garage. By using specialized tools, they remove the wrong fuel and flush out any remaining contaminants to ensure that your engine and fuel system are thoroughly cleaned.

2. Expert Fuel System Inspection

Once the contaminated fuel is drained, Wrong Fuel Help will perform a thorough inspection of your vehicle’s fuel system. This inspection is crucial to check for any damage caused by the presence of contaminated fuel or diesel in a petrol engine. A qualified technician will check for issues such as clogged fuel injectors, damaged spark plugs, or malfunctioning fuel pumps that may need repair or replacement.

3. Refueling with the Correct Fuel

After ensuring that all traces of contaminated fuel have been removed and the system is clear, the technicians will refill your tank with the correct type of fuel. Whether it’s petrol or diesel, the fuel will be carefully selected according to your vehicle’s specifications. At this point, your vehicle will be ready to start and run smoothly again.

4. Preventative Advice and Tips

In addition to providing on-site fuel draining and repair services, Wrong Fuel Help also offers valuable advice to help prevent future occurrences of fuel contamination or mix-ups. They provide tips on how to double-check your fuel type before refueling and how to recognize the signs of contaminated fuel before it causes major issues.

Why Choose Wrong Fuel Help in Newcastle?

Wrong Fuel Help stands out as one of the leading service providers for dealing with contaminated fuel and diesel in petrol car issues in Newcastle. Here are some reasons why choosing them makes sense for your vehicle:

1. Quick Response Times

When you’re dealing with fuel contamination, time is of the essence. Wrong Fuel Help offers a fast response, with their mobile units available around the clock, ready to assist you at a moment’s notice. Their technicians understand that getting your car back on the road quickly is important, and they work swiftly to resolve the issue.

2. Expert Technicians

The technicians at Wrong Fuel Help are highly trained and experienced in handling all kinds of fuel-related problems. They are equipped with specialized tools to safely and effectively remove contaminated fuel, and they understand the inner workings of various engine types, ensuring that no further damage is caused.

3. Affordable Services

Dealing with contaminated fuel and diesel in petrol cars in Newcastle can be costly, but Wrong Fuel Help offers competitive pricing for their services. They aim to make the process as affordable as possible, saving you from the need for expensive engine repairs caused by fuel contamination.

4. Mobile Assistance

The convenience of mobile service cannot be overstated. Wrong Fuel Help’s technicians come to your location, whether you're at home, work, or stranded on the side of the road, providing you with the help you need right then and there. This mobile service saves you the hassle of having to transport your car to a workshop.

5. Emergency Support

Emergencies don’t come with a warning, and the team at Wrong Fuel Help understands this. That’s why they offer emergency support 24/7, ensuring that no matter when you experience the issue of contaminated fuel or diesel in a petrol car in Newcastle, help is just a call away.

Conclusion

Mistakenly filling your vehicle with the wrong fuel, such as putting diesel in a petrol car, can cause serious issues for your engine and fuel system. However, with the help of Wrong Fuel Help, residents of Newcastle can rest assured that professional and efficient assistance is available at any time.

By understanding the implications of contaminated fuel and how to handle it, you can minimize the risk of costly repairs and damage to your vehicle. Wrong Fuel Help’s services offer a comprehensive solution, from fuel draining and system cleaning to offering preventive tips to keep you on the road with confidence.

If you find yourself facing the frustration of contaminated fuel or diesel in a petrol car, remember that Wrong Fuel Help is your go-to expert in Newcastle, providing quick, reliable, and affordable assistance to get your car running smoothly again.

[scrapheapchallenge]

and here in the UK you don't even need to be MARRIED to have your benefits taken away - just spending more than 2 nights a month in the same home as someone else the DWP will take as meaning you are in a relationship, and the other person is expected to financially support you - completely.

It doesn't matter if the other person is your sibling, parent, housemate etc, if you live with them more than 2 nights a month, you are their dependent, and lose your means-tested benefits. It means when I moved in with my partner, I had to give up my ESA. No more housing benefit, no more council tax benefit, nothing except PIP - and that is not enough to live on. It's not even *meant* to be for living on - PIP is meant only to help towards the EXTRA costs above and beyond normal daily living costs that are incurred by disabled people. It's not enough to pay your rent, water, gas, electric, phone, car tax, petrol, or public transport, clothing, and food. I'm fortunate, in that my partner does have a job and supports me, puts a roof over our heads, covers the utilities and groceries, but it's a strain, especially when I can't contribute much, if at all. So not only do we not even have marriage equality for disabled people in the UK, we don't even have the right to have a relationship - to just have a partner, even if you're not living with them - just spending some time together - without being punished with destitution.

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Get a Sneak Peek at New Toyota Models at Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom

When it comes to buying a car in Delhi, Toyota remains one of the most trusted and preferred brands among car enthusiasts. With a solid reputation for durability, reliability, and cutting-edge technology, Toyota vehicles have earned the loyalty of countless customers across India. If you’re in the market for a new Toyota car, there’s no better place to visit than the Toyota Showroom in South Delhi. Located at the heart of the city, Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom is the ultimate destination for discovering the latest Toyota models, getting expert advice, and making the best choice for your next car purchase.

In this article, we’ll give you a sneak peek at some of the exciting new Toyota models you can find at Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom and what makes this dealership stand out as the top choice in South Delhi for car buyers.

Why Visit the Toyota Showroom in South Delhi?

South Delhi is one of the most vibrant and affluent areas of the city, known for its modern lifestyle, high-end shopping, and premium services. Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom, located in the heart of this bustling district, is a one-stop destination for car lovers. Whether you're looking for a compact sedan, a rugged SUV, or a family-friendly hatchback, this showroom has something for everyone.

The Toyota Showroom in South Delhi offers a broad range of models, from budget-friendly options to luxury vehicles, ensuring that all kinds of buyers find the perfect match for their needs. With its modern facilities, professional staff, and world-class customer service, Espirit Toyota ensures that your car buying experience is nothing short of excellent.

The Latest Models at Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom

Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom constantly updates its inventory with the newest models to keep up with the evolving demands of car buyers. Here are some of the latest and most sought-after Toyota models you can find at the showroom:

1. Toyota Innova Crysta

The Toyota Innova Crysta has long been one of India’s favorite family vehicles. Known for its spaciousness, comfort, and durability, the Innova Crysta is perfect for long road trips and daily commutes alike. The model at Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom comes equipped with a range of features including a powerful engine, advanced safety technology, a premium interior, and a user-friendly infotainment system.

Innova Crysta is available in both petrol and diesel variants, giving customers the flexibility to choose according to their preference. Whether you are a business owner who needs a reliable vehicle for team transport or a family looking for an upgrade, the Innova Crysta continues to set the standard for MPVs in India.

2. Toyota Fortuner

For those who prefer a more rugged, off-road-ready SUV, the Toyota Fortuner is the perfect choice. As one of the most iconic SUVs in the country, the Fortuner offers a bold and commanding road presence, with excellent performance on all terrains. Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom offers the latest version of the Fortuner with a host of advanced features like a powerful engine, modern infotainment options, premium interior design, and cutting-edge safety features.

Whether you’re tackling tough off-road trails or cruising on the highway, the Fortuner delivers outstanding power and performance. At Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom, customers can test drive the new Fortuner and explore its impressive features up close.

3. Toyota Corolla Altis

The Toyota Corolla Altis is one of the best-selling sedans globally and continues to be a favorite among Delhi’s urban population. With its sleek design, refined performance, and high-end comfort, the Corolla Altis is a top contender for those looking for an elegant yet affordable sedan. At Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom, you can explore the latest model, which comes with a host of upgraded features, including a stylish exterior, advanced safety systems, and a cutting-edge infotainment system.

The Altis is perfect for daily commuters, business professionals, and anyone who appreciates the finer details in a car. With a comfortable ride and efficient fuel economy, it remains a popular choice for people in South Delhi looking for a luxury sedan.

4. Toyota Glanza

The Toyota Glanza is a stylish hatchback that brings together the best of both worlds: sleek design and fantastic performance. Based on the Maruti Suzuki Baleno, the Glanza offers great features at a competitive price, making it an excellent choice for first-time buyers. The Glanza is available with a modern infotainment system, great fuel efficiency, and a premium feel, which makes it a standout option in its segment.

At Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom, you can explore this model’s various trims and options, ensuring you find the one that best suits your budget and preferences. Whether you're navigating through the busy streets of Delhi or enjoying a weekend getaway, the Glanza provides an enjoyable driving experience.

5. Toyota Yaris

If you’re looking for a more compact, yet feature-packed sedan, the Toyota Yaris is another great option. The new Toyota Yaris at Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom combines a stylish design with a spacious cabin and a host of premium features. Its ergonomic design and powerful engine make it an ideal option for city driving, providing both comfort and agility.

From its sharp looks to its impressive safety features, the Yaris ensures that you have a fun and secure ride. Available in various colors and configurations, the Yaris appeals to a wide range of buyers looking for a small, stylish, and efficient car for daily use.

Why Choose Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom?

While the Toyota Showroom in South Delhi offers a wide range of Toyota models, Espirit Toyota stands out as a top choice for car buyers for several reasons:

1. Exceptional Customer Service

Espirit Toyota is known for providing personalized and attentive customer service. From the moment you walk in, the staff is eager to assist you with everything from vehicle selection to financing options. The showroom is equipped with knowledgeable professionals who can help you choose the right model based on your needs and preferences.

2. Test Drive Availability

A test drive is the best way to get a true feel for a car, and Espirit Toyota makes this process easy. You can schedule a test drive for any model, including the latest Toyota vehicles, at your convenience. The staff ensures that you have all the necessary information about the car’s features and performance during the test drive.

3. Competitive Pricing and Offers

Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom offers competitive pricing on all its vehicles. Whether you are looking for a compact car or a premium SUV, you’ll find a range of options that fit your budget. The showroom also frequently runs attractive deals, discounts, and promotions, making it easier to drive home your dream car at an affordable price.

4. State-of-the-Art Facilities

Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom offers modern facilities designed to enhance your car-buying experience. The spacious showroom displays various models in an organized manner, allowing customers to easily browse and compare different vehicles. The service center is fully equipped with the latest technology for vehicle maintenance and repairs, ensuring your car stays in top condition.

5. After-Sales Services

The dealership also offers excellent after-sales services, including regular maintenance, repairs, and spare parts. Toyota’s renowned reliability extends well beyond the purchase of the vehicle, and Espirit Toyota ensures that customers are well taken care of long after they drive off the lot.

Conclusion

If you’re in the market for a new car, Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom is the place to visit. With a broad selection of the latest Toyota models, including the Innova Crysta, Fortuner, Corolla Altis, Glanza, and Yaris, you can find the perfect vehicle to match your needs and lifestyle. The showroom’s exceptional customer service, test drive options, competitive pricing, and modern facilities make it a top destination for car buyers in South Delhi.

A visit to the Toyota Showroom in South Delhi will give you an opportunity to explore the newest models, learn about their features, and make an informed decision about your next vehicle. Whether you're looking for a family car, a luxury sedan, or a reliable city vehicle, Espirit Toyota has something for everyone. Don’t miss the chance to experience the best of Toyota at Espirit Toyota – Delhi Showroom.