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Business lunch. This is from a negative in my collection and when I posted this to Bluesky previously, a sharp-eyed follower identified the likely location as the dock in front of the Lightship Ambrose in NYC!

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wig by gabe sin

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whines pitifully . flops on the ground . bursts into flames

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incredible innovations on the beverage front

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cities are awesome because you'll like see one from far away and it's like. wow thats a City (object) . but then another time youll like be actually in the city and it will be like. wow this is a City (place). and im standing next to the building i saw from when i saw before this is building from City (object) but now its building from City (place). you understand

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My mother, in losing the Plant war against my kitten, has resorted to hostile infrastructure.

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making a collection

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Wait I have more

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Do threats and punishments make people change their behaviour to the desired? Or does it make them prepare for the punishment? The answer will shock you.

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[Image ID: Tweet from verified user (@/ ok6ixx) reading: My mother once "threatened" to make my brother (6) and I (4) sleep outside if we didn't get our room cleaned up. So we decided that we should probably spend the rest of the day preparing to sleep outside because that would be Way easier than cleaning our room. Our bright idea was to dig holes for us to sleep in so we could cover ourselves in leaves and sticks to act as blankets. So instead of my mom finding her sons cleaning their room, she found them digging their own graves in the back yard. /End ID]

Plain text: Do threats and punishments make people change their behaviour to the desired? Or does it make them prepare for the punishment? The answer will shock you.

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Partner just asked me if I'm ready for the ghost tour????

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That was the funniest, most surreal experience I've ever had. One of the worst tours I've ever been on. I'm still high as shit and the entire thing felt like a Tim Robinson sketch. Partner and I immediately sobbing with laughter the moment we turned the corner. I'm falling apart

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1) Tour guide audibly didn't give much of a shit, answered several of our questions with "I dunno, I've never thought about it," would not stop saying "Riddle me this" which made us have to turn around every time.

2) Tour guide interrupted himself every time he saw one of those delivery robot carts, was so much more animated and passionate about those that it was hysterical, told us he calls them "his little friends" sometimes

3) Tour guide was interrupted by an old woman in a gated community asking him to drive him to the deli. He inexplicably chose to engage with her, yelling back that he doesn't have a car, how's he supposed to do that. She yelled back that it's not far. He tried the gate, yelled back that it's locked. The woman yelled back that someone needs to unlock it. My partner and I are at this point facing 180° away trying to keep it together

4) None of the sites were actually haunted. He was like "See this church?" And we'd be like "This church is similar to a famously haunted church 15 minutes away." "What about this one?" "This one isn't." "Why don't we go to the haunted one?" "BECAUSE IT'S FIFTEEN MINUTES AWAY. BY CAR."

5) The ghost stories were cracking us the fuck up, stuff like "she saw either a really small childlike figure or a giant looming onr" WHICH IS IT 😭😭😭 He also quite obviously improvised a ghost story involving like, the Seattle Seahawks getting attacked by floating beer bottles like I think that would have been larger news??

6) He told us it's a full moon (it is, visibly, not) and the Jersey Devil was going to kill and eat us. He waited for us to respond and we said "Oh no" and he seemed satisfied with that

7) Part of the tour was at an old hospital but we missed all of it because a car drove past playing music at max volume and the driver kept screaming "I'M NOT ANYBODY'S BITCH ANYMORE" again and again and he refused to raise his volume even a little

8) We were interrupted mid-tour by a Bangladeshi guy waiting at a bus stop going "HEY! You guys doing a tour? Oh shit, GHOSTS? I'm Bangladeshi, and let me tell you we got ghosts in Bangladesh."

9) The tour was not looping, meaning it ended with us a 30 minute walk away from the car. The tour guide did not walk us back, told us "good luck getting home," jumped on a bus and didn't turn back. We started tearing up with laughter and by the time we got back we were wrung out. On our way back the Bangladeshi guy went "Your tour guide looked like a ghost himself, haha!"

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there's something so endearing about a person who doesn't realize they're horny for piss at first.

like imagine someone stuck in traffic with a full bladder, desperately trying not to think about how badly they want to let it all out. they're hot and flushed and squirming, and their hips keep bucking up against the tight denim of their jeans. every movement sends a thrill down their spine, but they attribute it to the ache in their bladder and don't assume anything beyond that.

but finally, they can't stand it anymore and stick a hand between their legs. the pressure feels good, so good that they let out a choked whimper and grind against their hand. again, they chalk the bodily reaction up to how badly they need to relieve themselves, not even realizing how their cock/pussy throbs with every pang from their overfilled bladder. it's torture, yet they just gasp and moan and whine, brain too fuzzy to distinguish between all the different sensations.

when the dam finally breaks and piss gushes through their jeans, their eyes roll back and they shiver in ecstasy. the pee is wet and warm and somehow feels extra good, even though they can't figure out why. their accident creates a puddle in the seat, a reminder of their shame that simultaneously feels exhilarating. it takes a while for the person to calm down afterwards, breathing heavily and wondering why the hell they're missing the fullness of their bladder as the traffic clears up on the road ahead.

surely they're not a pervert who likes piss, right?