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John Price
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Maybe because you can barely look after yourself for f*** sakes???
Dogs need multiple walks a day. Meanwhile, your PMS acts up when you need to take ze garbage or recycling out once a week….
John Price
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Drink a lot of water from the fridge.
Water line kept freezing up which was annoying.
This was going on during the summer too and stopped so when it was going around in Winter first I thought it was the weather. Then I remembered it was going on in summer too. Eventually I checked my icebox and there's a shitload of ice in it
Once that got cleared out the water flowed freely again. Seriously. The ice builds up in like 2 days.
Water line kept freezing up which was annoying.
This was going on during the summer too and stopped so when it was going around in Winter first I thought it was the weather. Then I remembered it was going on in summer too. Eventually I checked my icebox and there's a shitload of ice in it
Once that got cleared out the water flowed freely again. Seriously. The ice builds up in like 2 days.
John Price
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Barely anything on the ground, like 2 inches or 3
Can easily brush this shit off and roll out if I needed to today
AND THEY SAID 12 INCHES WOULD FALL.
Can easily brush this shit off and roll out if I needed to today
AND THEY SAID 12 INCHES WOULD FALL.
John Price
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I don't understand why notYet you think you’re ready to care for a puppy….
Yeah ok…
John Price
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Grier should be investigated for allowing an entire award-winning defense to walk in the offseason without retaining a single member 
@PanthersPens62 has not said a peep about the Miami game last night or Hill demanding out Has hill become the latest member of #CTESPN?
@PanthersPens62 has not said a peep about the Miami game last night or Hill demanding out
Has hill become the latest member of #CTESPN?The fact that you are this clueless about why not is downright frightening
John Price
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Hello. This is John Price. I am writing this because many people have been worried about my recent silent practice. After forum posting for nearly 25 years, posting has become a job rather than a hobby, and I have a lot of worries, concerns, and stress, which have led to my current state of always feeling tired. I have come to think that this is why I often whine, criticize, and belittle certain people, and say hurtful things. I also feel bad when reading my posts. I have committed many sins with the words I have said while posting. I want to apologize to everyone. That is why I decided to practice silent practice for the purpose of internal purification, thinking that I should improve before it is too late. I will not change overnight, but I will try to change little by little. Thank you.
"Here's a wing, Henry"
"Here's a wing, Henry"
John Price
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The funny thing is I've never seen him whine, criticize or belittle anyone.
I don't speak his language though.
I don't speak his language though.
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
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You should never get a dog. End of story.
John Price
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PanthersPens62
Paul & Stanley
Again, I am by no means a Grier fan but there is no way he is paying what most of them were asking. The Van Ginkel things bugs, though.Grier should be investigated for allowing an entire award-winning defense to walk in the offseason without retaining a single member
@PanthersPens62 has not said a peep about the Miami game last night or Hill demanding out
Cheetah is like Himmy Butler......they are who we thought they are & I picked the Jets so nothing about the game surprised me.
And in case yinz forgot.......
"I hardly ever post on the Football Board"
Remember leave the dog food for the dog
John Price
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Aisles of Intrigue
Under the harsh fluorescent lights of a suburban Wal-Mart, an air of mystery lingered in the automotive aisle. To the untrained eye, it was an ordinary evening: families shopped for groceries, employees restocked shelves, and children whined for toys. But amidst the mundane, a clandestine meeting was about to unfold.
Stefano DiMera, the cunning patriarch of one of Salem’s most notorious families, strolled into the store. His tailored suit and cane made him an odd sight among the casual shoppers. His piercing eyes scanned the surroundings as he moved toward the predetermined rendezvous point near the oil filters.
At the same time, Sheila Carter entered from the opposite side of the store. Dressed in a sleek leather jacket, her every movement exuded confidence and danger. Her smirk was both charming and unsettling, a perfect mask for the schemer beneath.
They met between the shelves of car wax and antifreeze, an aisle devoid of other customers. Stefano’s deep voice broke the silence.
“Ah, Ms. Carter,” he said, his accent thick and his tone smooth. “I trust you had no trouble finding this... unassuming location.”
Sheila raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against a shelf. “Stefano DiMera. The infamous Phoenix himself. I’ll admit, I was curious when I got your message. Wal-Mart wasn’t what I expected.”
“Precisely why it’s the perfect place,” Stefano replied, his lips curling into a sly smile. “No one would suspect two masterminds plotting here. Now, shall we get to business?”
Sheila crossed her arms, her sharp gaze locked on his. “I’m listening.”
Stefano leaned on his cane, his voice lowering. “I’ve recently encountered certain... obstacles in my enterprises. I require assistance from someone with your unique talents—discretion, manipulation, and a knack for getting exactly what you want.”
Sheila chuckled. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Stefano. What’s the job?”
Stefano reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a folded document. He handed it to her. “Inside this folder is information about a mutual enemy—a name that may interest you.”
Sheila opened the folder, her eyes narrowing as she read. Her expression shifted from surprise to intrigue. “Well, well. You weren’t kidding. This could be mutually beneficial.”
“I assume you’re interested, then?” Stefano asked, his voice dripping with confidence.
Sheila snapped the folder shut and slipped it into her bag. “Consider me intrigued. But let’s get one thing straight—if this goes sideways, I’m not taking the fall for you.”
Stefano chuckled. “I would expect nothing less. Do we have an understanding?”
She extended her hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “We do.”
Their handshake sealed an alliance that promised chaos for anyone who dared stand in their way. As they parted ways, blending back into the Wal-Mart crowd, the world remained blissfully unaware of the storm these two were about to unleash.
For Stefano DiMera and Sheila Carter, Wal-Mart wasn’t just a store—it was the beginning of a dangerous game.
Under the harsh fluorescent lights of a suburban Wal-Mart, an air of mystery lingered in the automotive aisle. To the untrained eye, it was an ordinary evening: families shopped for groceries, employees restocked shelves, and children whined for toys. But amidst the mundane, a clandestine meeting was about to unfold.
Stefano DiMera, the cunning patriarch of one of Salem’s most notorious families, strolled into the store. His tailored suit and cane made him an odd sight among the casual shoppers. His piercing eyes scanned the surroundings as he moved toward the predetermined rendezvous point near the oil filters.
At the same time, Sheila Carter entered from the opposite side of the store. Dressed in a sleek leather jacket, her every movement exuded confidence and danger. Her smirk was both charming and unsettling, a perfect mask for the schemer beneath.
They met between the shelves of car wax and antifreeze, an aisle devoid of other customers. Stefano’s deep voice broke the silence.
“Ah, Ms. Carter,” he said, his accent thick and his tone smooth. “I trust you had no trouble finding this... unassuming location.”
Sheila raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against a shelf. “Stefano DiMera. The infamous Phoenix himself. I’ll admit, I was curious when I got your message. Wal-Mart wasn’t what I expected.”
“Precisely why it’s the perfect place,” Stefano replied, his lips curling into a sly smile. “No one would suspect two masterminds plotting here. Now, shall we get to business?”
Sheila crossed her arms, her sharp gaze locked on his. “I’m listening.”
Stefano leaned on his cane, his voice lowering. “I’ve recently encountered certain... obstacles in my enterprises. I require assistance from someone with your unique talents—discretion, manipulation, and a knack for getting exactly what you want.”
Sheila chuckled. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Stefano. What’s the job?”
Stefano reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a folded document. He handed it to her. “Inside this folder is information about a mutual enemy—a name that may interest you.”
Sheila opened the folder, her eyes narrowing as she read. Her expression shifted from surprise to intrigue. “Well, well. You weren’t kidding. This could be mutually beneficial.”
“I assume you’re interested, then?” Stefano asked, his voice dripping with confidence.
Sheila snapped the folder shut and slipped it into her bag. “Consider me intrigued. But let’s get one thing straight—if this goes sideways, I’m not taking the fall for you.”
Stefano chuckled. “I would expect nothing less. Do we have an understanding?”
She extended her hand, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “We do.”
Their handshake sealed an alliance that promised chaos for anyone who dared stand in their way. As they parted ways, blending back into the Wal-Mart crowd, the world remained blissfully unaware of the storm these two were about to unleash.
For Stefano DiMera and Sheila Carter, Wal-Mart wasn’t just a store—it was the beginning of a dangerous game.
PanthersPens62
Paul & Stanley
You are aware its supposed to snow all day there, right?Barely anything on the ground, like 2 inches or 3
Can easily brush this shit off and roll out if I needed to today
AND THEY SAID 12 INCHES WOULD FALL.
And you think you'd be up to walking a puppy multiple times a day in that weather?
John Price
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the projections changed to 5 inchesYou are aware its supposed to snow al day there, right?
again, nothing.
John Price
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Title: "Aisles of Intrigue: The Pact of Villains"
As Sheila Carter slipped the folder into her bag, Stefano DiMera’s calculating mind raced with possibilities. For Stefano, alliances were never forged without an ulterior motive, and Sheila knew this. But she also had her own plans brewing.
The folder contained details about a high-stakes art auction scheduled to take place in Los Angeles. The centerpiece of the auction: a rare and priceless Fabergé egg, one of the few missing from the Romanov collection. It wasn’t just any artifact—it was rumored to hold a microchip containing highly classified information on international bank accounts and hidden fortunes. For Stefano, the egg represented a key to unparalleled power. For Sheila, it was leverage—something to dangle in front of her enemies and allies alike.
The Twist Begins
As Sheila walked toward the cosmetics aisle, she pulled out her phone and sent a cryptic text: "We’re in. Initiate the diversion." Unknown to Stefano, Sheila had already informed a third party about the meeting—Deacon Sharpe, her sometime accomplice and occasional foil. Deacon was lurking in the parking lot, ready to play his part in her double-cross.
Meanwhile, Stefano’s mind was already steps ahead. He had no intention of sharing the spoils. His trusted henchman, Rolf, was stationed in the electronics section, disguised as a customer comparing flat-screen TVs. Rolf had orders to follow Sheila if she made any suspicious moves.
The Plan Unfolds
The unlikely duo reconvened near the checkout area. Sheila clutched a cart filled with random items she had no intention of buying—an elaborate ploy to blend in. Stefano, on the other hand, carried nothing, his presence as sharp and deliberate as ever.
“We’ll need a distraction during the auction,” Stefano began. “Something to draw attention away from the security systems. I assume you can handle that?”
Sheila smirked. “Oh, I can handle a lot more than that. I’ve already arranged for a tech glitch to knock out the cameras for precisely three minutes. Long enough for us to get what we need and vanish.”
Stefano’s eyes narrowed. “You seem... remarkably prepared. Are you always this thorough?”
“Let’s just say I don’t trust anyone, especially someone with a reputation like yours.” Sheila’s words were laced with both admiration and caution.
Before Stefano could respond, a commotion erupted near the front of the store. A masked man—Deacon, though neither Stefano nor Sheila acknowledged him—was causing a scene, shouting about injustice at the self-checkout machines. Shoppers gathered to watch, creating the perfect cover for both Sheila and Stefano to exit unnoticed.
The Double-Cross Revealed
In the parking lot, Sheila headed to her car, pretending not to notice the black sedan tailing her. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly what Stefano was up to. Pulling out her phone, she sent another text: "Egg deal still on. Meet me at the backup location. DiMera’s playing right into it."
Inside the black sedan, Stefano’s phone vibrated. Rolf, seated in the driver’s seat, handed it to him. The screen displayed a message from a contact Stefano thought long dead: "Carter’s lying to you. The egg isn’t what you think it is. Call me."
Stefano’s expression darkened. “Turn the car around,” he ordered. “Let’s pay Ms. Carter a visit. I want to see just how far her treachery goes.”
The Auction Heist
The stage was set for the high-stakes art auction. Sheila arrived dressed to kill, her sharp gown hiding a slew of tools meant for a heist. Stefano, ever the image of elegance, entered moments later, scanning the room for potential threats. Both knew the other was plotting something—but neither anticipated the wild card: Deacon Sharpe.
Deacon, posing as a security guard, had infiltrated the auction under Sheila’s instructions. But unknown to her, he had struck a separate deal with Stefano hours earlier. The egg was no longer the main prize—it was now bait in a game of deception.
As the auction began, tension thickened. Sheila made her move first, causing a power outage that plunged the room into darkness. Stefano, anticipating this, activated a backup plan: a holographic decoy of the egg, leaving the real artifact untouched. Sheila and Deacon escaped with the decoy, believing they had won.
The Aftermath
Back at a secluded safe house, Sheila and Deacon examined their prize. When the hologram flickered and dissolved, Sheila’s smile vanished. “That son of a—”
Meanwhile, Stefano lounged in his private jet, the real Fabergé egg secure in a velvet-lined case. As he poured himself a glass of champagne, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Never underestimate the Phoenix,” he murmured.
But as the plane ascended into the night, Stefano’s phone buzzed. A message appeared on the screen: "This isn’t over. – S.C."
The game between Sheila Carter and Stefano DiMera was far from over. And for two villains of their caliber, the battle of wits had only just begun.
As Sheila Carter slipped the folder into her bag, Stefano DiMera’s calculating mind raced with possibilities. For Stefano, alliances were never forged without an ulterior motive, and Sheila knew this. But she also had her own plans brewing.
The folder contained details about a high-stakes art auction scheduled to take place in Los Angeles. The centerpiece of the auction: a rare and priceless Fabergé egg, one of the few missing from the Romanov collection. It wasn’t just any artifact—it was rumored to hold a microchip containing highly classified information on international bank accounts and hidden fortunes. For Stefano, the egg represented a key to unparalleled power. For Sheila, it was leverage—something to dangle in front of her enemies and allies alike.
The Twist Begins
As Sheila walked toward the cosmetics aisle, she pulled out her phone and sent a cryptic text: "We’re in. Initiate the diversion." Unknown to Stefano, Sheila had already informed a third party about the meeting—Deacon Sharpe, her sometime accomplice and occasional foil. Deacon was lurking in the parking lot, ready to play his part in her double-cross.
Meanwhile, Stefano’s mind was already steps ahead. He had no intention of sharing the spoils. His trusted henchman, Rolf, was stationed in the electronics section, disguised as a customer comparing flat-screen TVs. Rolf had orders to follow Sheila if she made any suspicious moves.
The Plan Unfolds
The unlikely duo reconvened near the checkout area. Sheila clutched a cart filled with random items she had no intention of buying—an elaborate ploy to blend in. Stefano, on the other hand, carried nothing, his presence as sharp and deliberate as ever.
“We’ll need a distraction during the auction,” Stefano began. “Something to draw attention away from the security systems. I assume you can handle that?”
Sheila smirked. “Oh, I can handle a lot more than that. I’ve already arranged for a tech glitch to knock out the cameras for precisely three minutes. Long enough for us to get what we need and vanish.”
Stefano’s eyes narrowed. “You seem... remarkably prepared. Are you always this thorough?”
“Let’s just say I don’t trust anyone, especially someone with a reputation like yours.” Sheila’s words were laced with both admiration and caution.
Before Stefano could respond, a commotion erupted near the front of the store. A masked man—Deacon, though neither Stefano nor Sheila acknowledged him—was causing a scene, shouting about injustice at the self-checkout machines. Shoppers gathered to watch, creating the perfect cover for both Sheila and Stefano to exit unnoticed.
The Double-Cross Revealed
In the parking lot, Sheila headed to her car, pretending not to notice the black sedan tailing her. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly what Stefano was up to. Pulling out her phone, she sent another text: "Egg deal still on. Meet me at the backup location. DiMera’s playing right into it."
Inside the black sedan, Stefano’s phone vibrated. Rolf, seated in the driver’s seat, handed it to him. The screen displayed a message from a contact Stefano thought long dead: "Carter’s lying to you. The egg isn’t what you think it is. Call me."
Stefano’s expression darkened. “Turn the car around,” he ordered. “Let’s pay Ms. Carter a visit. I want to see just how far her treachery goes.”
The Auction Heist
The stage was set for the high-stakes art auction. Sheila arrived dressed to kill, her sharp gown hiding a slew of tools meant for a heist. Stefano, ever the image of elegance, entered moments later, scanning the room for potential threats. Both knew the other was plotting something—but neither anticipated the wild card: Deacon Sharpe.
Deacon, posing as a security guard, had infiltrated the auction under Sheila’s instructions. But unknown to her, he had struck a separate deal with Stefano hours earlier. The egg was no longer the main prize—it was now bait in a game of deception.
As the auction began, tension thickened. Sheila made her move first, causing a power outage that plunged the room into darkness. Stefano, anticipating this, activated a backup plan: a holographic decoy of the egg, leaving the real artifact untouched. Sheila and Deacon escaped with the decoy, believing they had won.
The Aftermath
Back at a secluded safe house, Sheila and Deacon examined their prize. When the hologram flickered and dissolved, Sheila’s smile vanished. “That son of a—”
Meanwhile, Stefano lounged in his private jet, the real Fabergé egg secure in a velvet-lined case. As he poured himself a glass of champagne, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Never underestimate the Phoenix,” he murmured.
But as the plane ascended into the night, Stefano’s phone buzzed. A message appeared on the screen: "This isn’t over. – S.C."
The game between Sheila Carter and Stefano DiMera was far from over. And for two villains of their caliber, the battle of wits had only just begun.
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
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I should
I saw the puppies last night
The issue if you get a dog is once it’s out of its puppy phase you will get tired of it and not want to commit to it through out its life. It’ll end up in a shelter that’s already over flowing with dogs bc of ppl who did the exact same thing. They’re not toys or plushies. If you get a dog you are committing to taking care of it throughout its entire life.
John Price
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A Chance Encounter with Stefano DiMera
As Hope scanned the room, she noticed a commanding figure near the edge of the gallery: Stefano DiMera. She didn’t know him personally but had heard of his reputation through business circles. His presence at the auction set off alarm bells in her head. What was a notorious tycoon from Salem doing here?
Stefano noticed Hope as well. She stood out, not just for her beauty but for the determination in her eyes. Stefano approached her, his steps calculated, his gaze penetrating.
“You seem... out of place, my dear,” Stefano said with a charming smile.
As Hope scanned the room, she noticed a commanding figure near the edge of the gallery: Stefano DiMera. She didn’t know him personally but had heard of his reputation through business circles. His presence at the auction set off alarm bells in her head. What was a notorious tycoon from Salem doing here?
Stefano noticed Hope as well. She stood out, not just for her beauty but for the determination in her eyes. Stefano approached her, his steps calculated, his gaze penetrating.
“You seem... out of place, my dear,” Stefano said with a charming smile.
SoupNazi
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I hope you do and it destroys your entire plushie collection and shits on your bed.I should
I saw the puppies last night
John Price
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SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
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He would have to get his lard ass off the couch and we know that isn’t happening.You are aware it’s supposed to snow all day there, right?
