#fullbore

[sp0o0kylights]

second to last from me, number 19 if it pleases you?

19) I won't Be Home For Christmas (Please Post My Bail) (Merry Crisis)

HERES the fun thing about this one. The reason I never posted a third chapter was at the time. I didn't have a holiday to match.

Since we go through Christmas and then New Years, I believe the next logical one was valentines day, but when I started writing it that went into a different direction entirely (it ended up being number four in fact, about Eddie yelling about the evils of valentines day on top of tables. Which later spawned a third WIP, number 21, wherein Eddie's having a speech on top of Steve's Beamer in an ill fated attempt to show the kids Steve is in fact, a Totally Evil Joke Asshole after Steve failed to raise to any other bait Eddie had given him. Spoilers Steve doesn't raise to that bait either lol.)

So I don't have a snippet for this one. I do have a question though for anyone willing to throw a hat into the ring:

Merry Crisis leaves off with Steve telling a pre Vecna Eddie a very sanitized, monster-less version of why flickering lights made him almost takes Eddie’s head off with a frying pan.

Would it be more fun to have the kids individually harass Steve and Eddie about their lackluster dating lives, inadvertently pushing the two together

OR

Do I involve supernatural upside down shit?

OR

A secret third thing lol if someone has an idea I'm very much listening

[tc-doherty]

The Hildspel of Athelhyrst | Chapter One

I don't know what else I would do with this if not share it here, so here is Chapter 1, the culmination of an entire year's worth of work!

I don't know how easy it will be to read both because, well, it's a language that doesn't exist and also because I can't exactly do footnotes. But you're more than welcome to try! I did put notes for things that may not have needed them because some of them are still words we have but either we use them very rarely or use them in a different way than they would have been. And some things were executive decisions or me explaining world building I can't get to yet. I figured it was better safe than sorry.

I'm genuinely very proud of not only the fact that I wrote this whole chapter, but of some of the sentences in particular. I think it still manages to have a little flair! Also before you say "but isn't this familiar…" yes, it is sort of me filing the serial numbers off of my Binding Blade fanfiction. But only kind of. I am going to be taking the plot and story in a very different direction, because in the end my fanfiction didn't really resemble the original plot that much anymore anyway.

Edit: I'm in the process of updating this to have a glossary instead so my notes will be disappearing. I will link the glossary below.

Tagging the people I know or think are interested, even if you just want to look at it.

@almedha @thegoddesswater @emilyoracle @magefaery @outpost51 @sam-glade @did-i-do-this-write

2,226 words.

Anglish Wordbook

Cynefrith stood next to her father, gazing out over the heathfield. Under the bright sun she could wellsee the witherwin heer, their swords gleaming with witting evil. The sight chilled her, although she knew that to them, her own shire's heer must look the same.

"Why would they set here?" She asked him.

The witherwin's motherland, Hyllworth Rich, was all highlands - full of barrows and firrows. Their heer fought afoot, horses not being behooveful in such a land, and so a flat lowland field was far from a wise kir. A gouth like this could only be won with fullbore work and hardship. Cynefrith may be young and seldom acosted, but she knew that their king was said to be cunning, and this was not.

Lord Wulfric, frea of Lindingham and highfrea of all the Weared Shires, laughed. "My beloved daughter," he said, "they know we would never bestir our heer to meet a foe cowering amongst the barrows of their motherland."

"But-"

He held up a hand to forestall her. "Yet just as true, such mistrust is the burden of a highfrea. Sunngifu!"

At his call, a harwickner hied to his side from a gathering of ferdmen standing afar. Sunngifu was a tall woman of middling years, a stern demeanor, and seldom seen skill with spear and bow. She dropped to one knee in front of them. "Yea, my lord?"

Lord Wulfric kept looking at the field in front of them. "This land should have been well sifted, is this true?"

"Down to every blade of grass, my lord. High harwickne Osgar saw to it."

"And is aught amiss?"

"Nothing, 'tis but a field."

"Mayhaps King Lanzo is not so clever as he thinks. That is as it is with most men." He ruffled Cynefrith's hair, as he had been wont to do all her life. "Still my lass, keep your wit about you. Lo! Sunngifu, I entrust you, also, to keep my daughter hearty and hale."

“As you say, my lord.”

"Father!" Cynefrith said. "Don't bid such a needless thing! Who will wield Sunngifu's horse?"

It was needless indeed to her. Sunngifu belonged where all of the harwickners belonged - on the heathfield. Cynefrith on the other hand was a dry, and her stead was to be afar, helping the ferdmen with her drycraft. There was little plee to her life, nor was she so frough as to need unyielding warding. To bangle away Sunngifu's time with such a behest was truly hyeless.

But in this she and her father were unthwear.

"As erfward to the highseld of highfrea, you are always a worthwhile target. Any ferdman would be happy to put a witherwin harfrea to the sword. Never forget this. And your anlet, my daughter, is well known to them."

Indeed she could not withsake this soothquid. More than being Lady of Lindingham, more than being the next highfrea of the Weared Shires, she was known because of her mother. The wedlock of a frea to a sellsword would alone be tidings. But that sellsword also happened to be from the eastern eltheed of Skulata. Cynefrith shared some of her mother's outlander looks, being smaller of build and lighter of skin and hair than oftseen. Yea, she was known everywhere. Anyone who saw a girl of Skulatan look outfitted in high Lindingham godweb would know it was her.

Sunngifu broke in. "My underwickner will stand-in to wield my horse for me. There is no hitch in this."

"Yea, I understand."

Wulfric laughed again. "My clever daughter! But look there, they begin to stir. It is time for me to speak to the men." He strode away back to the main body of the heer, leaving Cynefrith and Sunngifu alone.

Lord Wulfric spoke to his men from atop his horse, cutting a truly helethish ansen outfitted as he was in thick gouthhedden fratowed with markings in hues of dark hewn and whelkred, bright iron cloth peeking from beneath, a hackle slung about his shoulders, his great poleaxe at his side.

She did not stop to listen to his speech but went to stand with the other dry who stood aside from the main body of the heer. Drycraft needed clear sightlines, it would not do for them to be fanged by the dwolm of a gouth in full swing. Sunngifu followed after her.

She would not be the only ward standing by the dry that day, indeed not, for dry were often main targets. Why not, when they fought so well from afar, full farlen of even the strongest, swiftest arrows. Some dry were also arade in healcraft and could undo even the most dreadful of heathglembs.

She was not one of them. Indeed, how could she be? Cynefrith was the child of gouthrink on both sides of her blood. Her drycraft was never that of frith, but that of the dwolm of the heathfield.

There were not many dry, only some few handfuls. Many of them were known to her, if only by anlet. She nipped her head to them the barest whit – she was, after all, the daughter of a frea. Those who saw byed in anqueath.

Cynefrith watched her father and looked over the heer. It was not small. She knew that over half the heer of the Weared Shires came from Lindingham alone. Lord Wulfric wielded five high harwickners, each of whom wielded three harwickners.

She misliked it, this happening. She asked of Sunngifu, "King Lanzo's heer was sifted, yea?"

"Yea, my lady."

"How many men does he wield?"

"To my knowledge, nigh on twelve thousand."

Twelve thousand, to abide a witherwin of nigh on fifteen thousand. Cynefrith misliked it. King Lanzo was wise, and sarecrafty, of this he was namecouth. But his deeds now were hyeless. To strike a bigger heer, on land they well knew, in weather which could only give them the upperhand? It must have shown on her anlet, because Sunngifu spoke.

"Lord Wulfric is oft accosted on the heathfield."

"Of this I am aware. But to my kin, overmood is no comeling. It fells great men and lackwits alike. Indeed, more of the latter, as all men are lackwits under its yoke."

"Shall you speak to your father again?"

Her hands clenched the woof of her rooc, rimpling it, but she shook her head. "Much may it misqueme me, I have spoken and he has not heeded. To do more is not yet my bailiwick."

Her father had stopped speaking, and now shied his horse to stand forward from his men. She could see him watching the foe, seemingly at eath. He was hewed in fire and iron, the winner of a thousand heathfields alike to this one.

Overmood, Cynefrith thought to herself sourly. She could not wile the days to come, nor could anyone. But there was a trap here, she knew it. Something was wrong, and there was nothing that she could do about it.

The lift wended then, in the way it does before a storm breaks. It was neither leven nor thunder but the long, low call of a horn. Both heer bestirred, alike nothing so much as two great wilders from the folktales, roaring to seethe their alderdom.

It was not her father who stirred first, but when the men of Hyllworth overflowed from their barrows thwarst the plain like so many ants, his own horn sang out sweet the call to take up weaponing.

The horses' great hooves shook the ground as they raced forward, making Cynefrith's heart bever in her chest. She did her best not to heed, her craft needed as much mindfulness as that of any swordsman, mayhap more. A swordsman may see his weapon as a stitch of himself, and wield it as such. A dry could call upon all the might of the earth and sky, but it was ever itself - its true hearsomeness never was to man.

Of all the world's many showings, leven most eathfully came to her hand, and it was this she now called. On a day with a hoder sky, leven seemed made wholly for this end.

It came willingly this day, prancing about her in the wary wise of all half-tame wild things – throwing off sparks from her hands as it did so. It would not bide long, nor would she ask it to.

She set her sights on a seemingly worthwhile man – one with a loth of bright goldbloom about his shoulders, a great sword at his hip, and a rooc of iron cloth. The leven saw him too and flew to his side, sword and iron cloth both made an outstanding roost for it to land upon.

She could not hear him scream, but she saw him jerk and fall, bringing about a fit of groor in his horse. That would spread, as would the leven – leaping from copper to iron to brass, anything that would hold it. It may hit fere as well as foe were they near, but such was a plee of drycraft. At least she could say leven did not outlast its welcome as did some. Leven would soon tire of this game she set and flee, unlike hungry fire, who could always find more to eat.

She went to her wicken with a willing heart, but it was not long before she once again felt something was amiss.

On the heathfield beneath her the heers were stirring – both wending towards the barrows afar. As they did, her father and his men drew further and further from their starting set – far enough that her drycraft could no longer reach.

When first her spell did not land, she felt a hard lump of dread make in her a home, though she could not give steven to why. But then she heard once more the mournful call of a horn which seemed to her a roop from death itself, so unalike was it to the horns up until that brightomwhile.

At first nothing happened.

But then, from behind those sharp fangs of the earth they rose – drakes in sere score, with riders weaponed for gouth.

"Nay!" She did not underyet her reard until it throughwent her lips, but she knew – lo, how well she knew – that her father's heer was not reacon of withstanding drakes.

How had Hyllworth Rich gotten them? They did not live there, they were from – as her mother had been – far eastern Skulata.

In truth it did not dow. The drakes were here, and making for her father and his heer at speed.

"My lady." It was Sunngifu, who grabbed her arm and fanded for her to heed.

Cynefrith shook her off.

"We must leave."

"I cannot! My father-" Cynefrith took a few steps and fanded to raise a strong wind. Wind did not care for her ofttimes, but to-day it came, to no freem. They were too far. They were too far, and she was not strong enough. Was she or was she not the daughter of Lord Wulfric, of the namecouth sellsword Arite? Was she or was she not the afterbear of a hundred or more gouthrink?

She fanded anew, to the same outcome.

"My lady," Sunngifu said again. Her reard was frithful, but her grip was not as she hent once again Cynefrith's arm and began to pull her away.

"I cannot, I beseech you, let go!"

Sunngifu was stronger by far, and drycraft was not behooveful so near lest she wish to hit also herself. Cynefrith had naught but her words – which fell on deaf ears.

"Your father may yet live, but you cannot fall here, my lady. It was his behest of me. We must eftcome to Lindingham Borough."

Arrows and spells flew and the drakes swooped low as Sunngifu both pulled and shoved Cynefrith to where their horses stood.

"Unhand me at once!" Cynefrith yelled as Sunngifu lifted her into the saddle.

"Nay, my lady. For now I still must follow your father's hests."

She swung with eath into the saddle and, upon grabbing the leads of both horses, gave hers a mighty kick which sent them both leaping away in the bearing of home.

Cynefrith could only watch as the drakes – now quickly growing small – began to land.

[zumpietoo]

Umm...

Uhh.....you DO grasp the fullbore hypocrisy here, right??? That, once again, nobody's remotely forcing you to come here and read anything, particularly given how much it upsets you....

And speaking of, pretty sure you thought SweatBoi was amazingly fantastic when he turned fucking genocide into a "joke".

That said, you "reported" a total anon for sending an ask to MY tumblr, not yours....and reported me for basically thinking CB is a douchecanoe and commenting on information he'd shared publicly? Looooovvveee your compulsion for censorship.

Yes, parasocial relationships are bad....you should get help for not just your obsession with Cari, but your obsession with moi.

(I'm pretty sure you're moar upset that I outed you as, yet again, a liar, tho)

[sailingtheimaginarysea]

Wasn't exactly INTENDING on stuffing so much angst into her backstory, but fuck it I guess we're going fullbore this time-

[midnightactual]

Yoruichi appeared to be demoing provisional lyrics, inspired by both the original and some from the comments section:

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and see I excite Megadeth 'cause I been rippin' and tearin' so long that Even my friends think that my mind is gone But I ain't never slayed a man that didn't deserve it Me be confused with a skunk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how ya talkin' and where you walkin' Or you and your crew might be laughingstocks I really hate to stop, but I gotta load As shells jump, I see myself in the shotgun smoke, fool I'm the only lady little devils wanna flee blind As the nightfall of their side, mishap savior of mankind They been endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise They been endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise We keep endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise We keep endin' most their lives livin' in the Slayer's Paradise Look at the invasion they got me facin' I can't live a normal life, I was raised for the state So I gotta be down with the blue team Too much fantastic lovin' got me livin' the dream I'm a smilin' assassin with murder on my mind Got that shock in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm unstoppable force, ultimate danger And my soulmate is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away I'm livin' life do-or-die, what can I say? I'm high-energy now but will I have to go fullbore? The way things is goin', you will know

[baglsasha]

preface: i'm high rn but wanna talk abt my pedal

this is the beta stage of this board. it makes rad sounds. fullbore I got off friend it is fun but will be replaced by HM-2 soon. was supposed to be here today but got shipping problems so will have to wait.

fuzz fun only gets better the more I use it it is just the best. have the send from the daedalus reverb going back into input B on the DD-8 to make a fun feedback loop.

DD-8 is the best delay ever

pedals :3

[lokwinske]

I hate you mxr fullbore metal distortion pedal you suck you suck you suck

[vertechsgroup]

Dissolvable Frac Plug Over Composite Frac Plugs- Why is it Regarded as Efficient Stimulation Tech?

There are thousands of wells that need 10,000-psi-rated frac plugs, which can be installed within the wellbore to ensure the cluster perforating operations, they are carried out before the hydraulic fracturing. On today’s date, the operators have got the choice to select from the myriad composite plugs, at lower cost, that gets milled after a fracture or choose amidst different other types of the high costing plugs that are composed of materials that are designed to get dissolved (dissolvable frac plug), at the downhole temperature in different completion fluids. However, it can get pretty confusing at times. This is why this article has been prepared to ensure that you make the right pick for the well completion services. Give a read ahead to understand better.

Interventionless Plug and Perf- The Dilemma of Choosing Dissolvable Frac Plug

The interventionless frac plugs, they get transformed to plug-and-perf efficiency. They are enabled to record the setting treatment depths through the elimination of post-frac drill-outs. However, when the interventionless downhole tools, they leave the obstructions within the wellbore or the restricted access, it can act as a huge complication for the operation of well completion services, both now as well as later.

Ideal Solution

The frac plug, that can completely disappear when downhole after the fracturing. The standard frac plugs, on the other hand, use the cast-iron slips and the rings or the ceramic buttons, that are coupled with the packer, for creating the tight engineered seal and to hold the plugs very firmly in their place.

However, some of such materials of high strength, they remain non-dissolvable. While the materials which can get disintegrated easily within the wellbore fluids, they are usually quite low in the mechanical strength and might be get disintegrated quite fast.

Enhancing Cost-effectiveness and Efficiency of Plug-and-Perf & Openhole Multistage Stimulation

The plug-and-perf systems that are dissolvable, they use the degradable plugs and not the composite plugs for isolating the zones during the stimulation. Further, this versatile system remains suitable for the uncemented, horizontal, vertical, or deviated applications in shale, cemented, dolomite, sandstone, and the other lithologies.

Fullbore Production ID Access

Material starts to degrade completely and then predictably within a few hours or the days. This ensures that the production is able to reach the full potential.

With the Fullbore access, there also increases the available options for the post-fracturing evaluation and the future production optimization as well as intervention.

Eliminating Mechanical Intervention

No plugs would mean, no mechanical intervention required for milling the same out. To run the dissolvable plugs, it eliminates the need for tubing or the coil tubing, which is conveyed perforating gun used for the fracture to stimulate 1st stage of the plug-and-perf operation.

The results received are that there is reduced expense of money and time. Further, the operations are even possible in the remote locations where there isn’t any access to the mechanical intervention units.

Increasing the Contact of Reservoir

Lateral length gets designed by costs, coil tubing length, and capabilities needed for effective well completion services. To eliminate post-fracturing CT intervention, it removes the limit on the length of lateral and maximizes reservoir contact while assuring estimated ultimate recovery.

Removing Mechanical Intervention Associated Risks

To manage to remove the milling debris, the risks of getting stuck, and the increasing costs, associated with the depleted reservoirs, it is very difficult. The mechanically engineered intervention equipment, when rigged up and down, it carries the risk too.

Reaching Quick to the Market

Eliminating the milling considerably, it reduces the time that is required between production and drilling. On the multi-well pads, by the time the drilling on the pad gets completed, 1st wells remain ready for flow back and then get placed on the production, hence providing quite a faster access to the revenue.

Challenge

Integrity, engineering seals, and mechanical strength- and the total disintegration, combining the seemingly non-compatible properties within the single tool, it can be accomplished using the advanced materials, high-performance design, unconventional engineering, and the unrelenting commitment towards delivering the needs of operators.

Why Dissolvable over Composite Frac Plugs?

As per the research conducted with the 10 of the United States Operators and the consultants having expertise in plug-and-perf completions, they revealed that the composite fracture plugs, they have proven to have a track record of the continuous improvement within pump-down speeds, water usage and drill-out time too.

However, with the dissolvable frac plug bringing in the new tech and new updates, it seemed to have been living up to the initial promise of reducing the cost of completion operations and alike. Either way, it is being adopted at large and is one of the modern world techs receiving the hype it must, unlike the composite fracture plugs, which are still accepted but are outdated for sure.

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[tc-doherty]

The Hildspel of Athelhyrst | Chapter Two

I'm honestly delighted by how quickly I was able to finish this chapter! But of course, dialogue is always easier for me to write. It's more set up than anything else, but it still had to be written.

1,216 words.

Tag List: @almedha @thegoddesswater @emilyoracle @magefaery @outpost51 @sam-glade @did-i-do-this-write

Chapter one | Anglish Wordbook

They rode hard that day wrapped in angry swy, and did not stop until the horses could not take another step. They had no food or yares of any kind, only themselves and a small fire by the roadside.

"You've made a milksop of me, Sunngifu," Cynefrith said, her first words in stounds.

"Nae, my lady."

"We have forsaken the men once, why should they follow someone they think to be adread?"

"Such may be the orlay of a ferdman or harwickner, but the world is not in shades of black and white only. You are the next highfrea – your life is of great weight for Lindingham and all the Weared Shires." Sunngifu stopped for a brightomwhile to besee the fire. "You have no siblings, to lose both you and your father would cast the Weared Shires into dwolm."

Cynefrith wrapped her arms about her knees and said no more. No one from the heathfield had fayed them, neither fere nor foe. They were wholly alone in the uncaring night.

"Rest," Sunngifu said. "No one will be about in the dark. To-morrow may bring tidings."

Good or bad she did not say, but Cynefrith knew that both of them feared the worst with untwee they would hear it.

But neither could have known or guessed what tidings to-morrow would bring them in truth.

The next morning they fared slowly, mayhap for the sake of the horses or mayhap in hope that their fellows would find them. They did not speak on it, or on aught else. And indeed, mid morning found that a sondsman did meet them on the road – but he came from the bearing of Lindingham Borough.

He knew her and pulled his horse to a stop.

"My lady!" He said happily, before he saw they were road weary and alone. "Where is your father and the heer? I must find them."

Cynefrith and Sunngifu shared a look before she spoke. As they had in the night, the sondsman too had ridden his horse into a lather – and so early in the morning. That could only mean ill. Unluck on all sides and none to bear it but her.

Sunngifu was right – she was the next highfrea. She could neither wrath nor weep here on this dusty road – only rise to abide any arvethsithe that found her.

"You may not find them. Give me your sond first."

He byed his head. "It is not good, my lady. While the heer was gone, the stronghold has fallen."

Cynefrith could not believe that. Even without the heer, Lindingham Stronghold – indeed, all of Lindingham Borough – still could not be taken without fullbore hardship. It never had been taken, not since her alder, Lord Linding himself, had seen the first stone laid into the dirt.

"Who? How? What has happened? Speak, lad," Sunngifu bade.

He byed anew. "Lordswike," he spat. "Those worthless curs Hrothgar, Eadwig, and Osberht hatched a draught and fanged the stronghold, and the borough. Some fought, but more stood with them. My eldfather is Leofsige, my lady. He sent me with the sond, I fled right before the great borough gates were lowered."

He was small and young, as all sondsmen were, but now that he had said so, she could afoldly see the mark of his bloodline upon him – in the hazel hue of his eyes, and the shape of his anlet.

"Did Leofsige linger behind?

"My eldfather is not the kind to run," he said proudly

Indeed, Cynefrith well knew it. Leofsige had been steward of Lindingham Stronghold since before her birth, she had known him all her life.

But she had also known the Earls Hrothgar, Eadwig, and Osberht all her life. She knew they had flites with her father – over his wedlock to her mother, she had heard, and over his wern to wed anew after Arite's death. But to go this far? Why? She did not ken.

Cynefirth felt a darkness alight upon her. There is only death ahead and behind, she thought, and nowhere at all to rest.

"My lady?" Sunngifu asked.

"We must go back to the heathfield."

Sunngifu sighed, but Cynefrith did not let her speak.

"Nae, we must go back. We must see to our dead and wounded. I can do nothing for the borough right now, but I will need the backing of the heer for what is to come."

"What is to come?" The sorn asked.

"I will not give leave for my folk to strike at their brethren if I may forbow it. I will first begreed the earls with swikedom to the gathered frea of the Weared Shires. This happening was no tofall."

"How do you mean?"

"The drakes," Cynefrith said. "Without the drakes, our sye was thought to be wiss. They would not dare bestir themselves thus if they thought my father would ever walk his halls again."

The young sondman kenned. "One or more of them was talking with Hyllworth Rich!"

"It must be so."

"There is much anyet in such a reching," Sunngifu thasledged warily. "But this is not something that can be fettled with eath."

"No it is not. And I will need more cunning." Cynefrith looked at the sondsman. "Do you think you could income the borough again?"

"I know someone who might," he said. "What cunning do you need?"

"Anything. Everything. I will take your sond to the heer. Meet us there when you can."

"Yea, my lady! It shall be as you ask." He wharved his horse to leave.

"Wait!"

"My lady?"

"What is your name?"

"Godric, my lady."

"You have my thanks, Godric."

He grinned and byed once more before kicking his horse and leaving them behind.

Sunngifu did not look happy.

"What?" Cynefrith asked.

"It is not my bailiwick."

"Say it."

She sighed again. "Only that needing to go to the weared freas before you can even be wolderbed bodes ill."

"Yea, but what should I do? Even if all the ferdmen yet live, what should I do? Besit our home? Do I tear down her walls stone by stone? Fill her waters with atter? Rain fire or shot upon her? How can I? It is my home, my folk, that which I should be warding."

"And if the frea offer no help, or if the earls do not heed them?"

"I know not."

"You must wale a path. A frea – let alone a highfrea – must not be seen to mammer. You must be manful."

Her father had said much the same. Cynefrith nodded. "I ken. I will think on it."

"I will stand ever at your side, my lady. Should you need me."

Cynefrith took a deep breath. "Thank you," she said for the second time that morning. "But now we must see to the dead before the living. Let us go."

She pulled her horse about until it looked upon their forn path, and knew she now walked upon a road that would lead to anothergates badow in allness. Her father had taught her, but now she went for first blood and he was not there to see, or help.

She can only hope she was ready – she did not have any other kir. She was the get of gouthrink. She could win, or she could fall, but she never could yield.

[zumpietoo]

I agree with this, buuuuttt......LBR, it'll only take El Donaldo so far. A year from now? Economy in the tank/fullbore recession, "mass deportation" a results-free, very $$$ clusterfuck, Dems resisting in full force....he'll be back to a 35% approval rating (if not lower) and will be fucked come midterms....and Newsom wins in 4 years...

Manipulation of emotions is a key to MAGA world view. Every good thing Biden delivered was met with 'lets go Brandon' immaturity. Every Trump indecency is denied to enable a double standard.

The MAGA unseriousness will destroy what generations have built.

[zumpietoo]

First part: I love your fullbore ignorance and that means a whole pack of other, older A-listers are also models, total flex. And you're still pissed PP wasn't there at ALL...

Oh and Catherine Deneuve, Ted Danson, Richard Gere, etc ALL seemed fine with it, back in the day....(most recently Robert Downey, Jr, too!)....

Second part: If you could perhaps EVER provide any proof whatsoever.....and then stop confusing Cole with Cabana Pee....which, yeah, I get they're even moar obsessed with him than YOU are, buuutt....cuz they ARE always publicly wasted. Cole? Nope

.Sorry.....please stop failing, you're just embarrassing yourself, you pathetic troll

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Full Bore Peanut Butter & Jalapeño flavored Whiskey

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Icehouse Insulation Installation Complete

Icehouse Insulation Installation Complete!

Phew. With Rosslyn’s icehouse insulation installation complete we can collectively exhale, confident and warm. Today I’d like to offer huge holiday shoutout to Kevin and Joe from Adirondack Spray Foam for wrapping up 2022 with the winter-proof armor we need to keep the icehouse project going fullbore over the coming months. Bravo! Installing Spray Foam in Icehouse Ceiling (Photo: R.P.…

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It’s not just that—look at what happens after any big plague when the population goes down significantly. Yes, your business and infrastructure and such CAN’T RUN and as such EVERY SINGLE WORKER becomes much more valuable and can demand a much higher wage. Look at everything the Fed’s doing to push wages back down with just what COVID did. Look at the absolute explosion of union membership. That’s just what we’re seeing NOW. If that trend where we keep having a low birth rate because it’s economically infeasible and politicians and CEOs refuse to give us the means to do so while somehow expecting us to perform childcare/birth labor for free (and tightening up abortion and birth control won’t be enough, not unless they want to Fuck Around and Find Out and go fullbore Nicolae Ceaușescu and find out how he died), then trend is only going to get worse. That we won’t be able to maintain infrastructure? Half those fuckers live dismantling and selling off infrastructure to the highest bidder—its that not a single wheel can turn without us, and our power grows more and more collectively the less of us their are in total available for jobs. They keep threatening us with AI and robots—that there’s another, cheaper worker right around the corner and won’t we be sorry then but it’s a mirage, they’ve run out of commons to fence and people to enslave.

Look. Politicians. I’m gonna be real with you. If you want people to make more babies you need to make the work week shorter and minimum wage higher.

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