#outstanding bill

[whats-in-a-sentence]

He vanished and a sad advertisement appeared in The Sydney Herald.

Unless Mr. WILLIAM UHR, now, or late of the Gazette Office, calls at Mrs. Butler's, No. 1, Macquarie-place, and pays his bill for board and lodging, his clothes, trunks, or anything else in her possession, will be sold by auction, to discharge the debt, fourteen days after this notice.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

[unholyhymns]

anyways if your insurance denies you coverage for a service, call them and have it sent for review, don't appeal it until you absolutely have to bc most companies only let you appeal a claim a certain number of times and will reject it after that, if that doesn't work appeal it as much as you possibly can (find out how many times you can appeal and what you need to do for each type of appeal and be very thorough), and if you can get a letter of medical necessity from your healthcare provider, do that. if all else fails and the insurance still rejects it, talk to the billing dept on what they can do to reduce the bill

[simplepotatofarmer]

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[zombieella]

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[apolohgy]

i know my neighbors are tired of my apt sounding like a barbershop every night

[sam-t-a]

I'm not sure whether I would say Hank's view of things is entirely him being in denial, because on the one hand, he did play an undeniable role in Cristobal's death.

But on the other hand, the line between unintentional complicity and outright harm has always been a very big component of their relationship, this one case being different in that (unlike the bomb for example), it actually killed Cristobal, not just harmed him.

Hank did perceive his decision as a way for both of them to survive and tried desperately to persuade Cristobal to stay when it turned out they weren't on the same page. I fully believe he would not have made the same choice had he known the stakes were this high. He just genuinely "didn't think this through".

So while he's glossing over his complicity, it would make sense for him to see that Cristobal was killed by an outside 3rd party who was out to get them both.... because he kinda was.

[kissymeowmeow]

EMERGENCY CROWDFUND ‼️‼️

last thursday my friend kelsey nickerson suffered a sudden medical energy and experienced cardiac arrest. she is currently on life support in the ICU and MRI scans have revealed brain damage. this is devastating to our community, not only emotionally, but financially.

her mother and twin brother are bearing the weight of these thousands of dollars in medical expenses and need all the support they can to help kelsey through all of this. dana craig, a beloved friend and an old roommate of kelsey organized a gofundme to help pay for these bills. if all goes well, she will be put into assisted living, which will help her to heal physically and mentally.

if you are able to, please donate or share and keep her in your thoughts. help in any way you can. she deserves to be safe. she has a beautiful soul and is loved by everyone who knows her. she needs our help now more than ever and deserves every second of it

[bitegore]

today i'm going to finish my piece for the tarot thing. then tomorrow i'll finish my sketches for the first person from the fth auction

[lemontongues]

im pretty caught up on work stuff so ive been working on cleaning up old messes all day and good lort...... the paperwork mysteries abound

[drunk-poets-society]

The thought of going to college is filling me with immense despair and I’m half thinking of dropping out

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

Holy shit. Y'all it has finally successfully happened credit is finally paid off I am finally. Free again???

[donloco]

It was amazing and so didn't get the love it deserved. I still have a copy of it on DVD somewhere around here, time for another watch!

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[chekovsphaser]

Man I have had an emotional rollercoaster of a day today.

[dreamswillbeyourwintermeat]

I feel I've been doing very well with the whole moving-while-unemployed thing despite the fact that almost everything that could possibly go wrong has gone wrong but today I checked my bank acct and my severance is less than I thought it would be and this is going to be the thing that tips me over the edge. I'm going to have to reach out to my former company to get an explanation and I really really don't want to have to ask those assholes for anything but I can't afford not to figure this out.

[eregyrn-falls]

https://x.com/oregonparksdept/status/1735673253337682272?s=46&t=OL2rfpqHL0oUkkSfNLOicg

A tweet from morning 12/15/23 by the @OregonParksDept twitter (a Gravity Falls related account), with a photo of Crater Lake in Oregon, and a caption saying “Boy I love lakes! It’s so calming…outstanding magnificence in nature. -Gus”

Twitter user @joeymh4 replies, “THE FIRST LETTER OF EVERY WORD SPELLS OUT BILL IS COMING”

[tgirltorment]

The trick about devils is that the high-ranking ones are often less concerned with inspiring sin and perversion within mortals as they are satisfying their own. You believed that by identifying the right patron and giving them what they want, you could make a deal with no clever loophole or catch. Make an offer, follow through, and come back unchanged and unharmed. Easy. And you knew just the devil to chose: a Devil Lord of Lust, one of the most self-serving of sins. Pride is too unstable, sloth might never hold up their end, gluttony is insatiable, but a Devil Lord of Lust? That you could handle.

You summoned them one evening to your apartment, offering your demands with clarity. "Beauty and power," was all you asked for. "In return, I offer to enter your service for six months." He chuckled lightly, eyeing you up and down. "One year," he countered. "And I promise you'll not be hurt. Not in a way you don't enjoy, at least." You shook hands, and the deal was struck. You were given a day to get everything in order, pay any outstanding bills, notify your family that you'd be away, and went to sleep. The next time you awoke, it was in a cage.

You noticed right away that your clothes were gone. Every so often a demon would pass by, leering at you through the bars. You also noticed that your were very, very, very horny. At first, you tried to cover yourself up, hide from the observing demons. But a heat began to build in your chest. You ached to touch yourself, to cum. You tried to resist. "Not in while they watch," you tried to think, but it was fuzzy. Strained. You noticed that the demons were naked too. Were they always naked? Looking them only made you hornier, so you tried to look away, but the image of their cocks was buried in your mind. Without thinking, you began to touch yourself, and by the time you noticed, it felt so good that you didn't care.

Against your will, small whimpers escaped your mouth. It felt so fucking good. The noises you made riled up the demons, spurring them to get off too. Cum shot through your bars, covering you, making you feel so warm. Why couldn't you cum? You were so close, so fucking close, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get over the edge. You began to beg. "Please," you whined. "Please let me cum."

Eventually, your hands became too tired to continue and fell to your sides. You lay at the floor of your cage, covered in the cum of a dozen demons, unable to orgasm but so desperate. You didn't care anymore. You needed it. So you pushed yourself against the bars and let them fuck you, their cocks taking turns inside you, filling you with more and more cum. Cocks appeared in front of you too, right before your face, and, without thinking, you began to suck them. God, it was so hard to think with their cocks so deep inside you. But you still couldn't cum.

Eventually, they all had their fill and left you, broken and desperate and unsatisfied, squirming on the floor of your cage in a pool of cum, which you brainlessly began to lap up. Soon enough, a familiar form appeared and opened your cage. You crawled out and immediately offered your throat to the Devil Lord, too dazed to even beg. "My sweet pet," he purred, grabbing your horns. Did you always have horns? "You've been so good. I believe you deserve to cum now." You whimpered in excitement, you tail (tail?) flicking behind you. He led you to a throne where he sat down, stroking his cock. "Have a seat," he said. So you rode him, pushing his cock as deep into you as it would go, screaming as you came again and again, unable to stop bouncing. Your back arched and your wings flared as wave after wave of euphoria ran through you, the sweet release you'd been desperate for for so long.

One year would not be enough. Not nearly.