Her mama’s in the mirror.
[Found here.]
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Nothing Much Happened Today.
Apparently that’s a Russian missile, fired into the Ukraine in 2014.
В Донецкой области снаряд «Урагана» пробил машину сил АТО, но не взорвался (ФОТО)
Украинские силовики, которые находятся в районе села Дмитровка Донецкой области, были обстреляны из российских “Ураганов”. К счастью, одна из ракет, попавшая в штабную машину, не разорвалась.
Как сообщает Андрей Захаров, «Дмитровка, база 12 БТрО. Очередная “петарда”, купленная сепарами в “магазине”.
Via Google Translate:
“In Donetsk region, the projectile “Hurricane” struck the machine of the ATU forces, but did not explode (PHOTO)
The Ukrainian siloviki, who are in the area of the village of Dmitrovka in the Donetsk region, were fired from the Russian “Hurricanes”. Fortunately, one of the missiles that got into the staff car did not explode.
As reported by Andrei Zakharov, “Dmitrovka, the base 12 of the BTRO. Another “petard”, bought by the segregated in the ‘store.'”
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Guy obviously lost his s**t – not a rare event in prisons (or even in the NFL these days). Here are some fun headlines:
Pa. state prison inmate gets caught with hand stuck in toilet.
Doctors cut toilet from inmate.
Teen prisoner adds to woes by getting arm stuck in toilet.
[Image found here.]
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Yeah, I know it went viral yesterday, but so what. That’s the first time I saw it (and I reposted it just like everyone else did, except at least I linked my sources). Besides that, it’s still an awesome pic.
When I was a teenager I witnessed a “small” tornado that passed about a mile or so away from our house. Hail was raining down, sky was black with clear orange sky underneath, the funnel was a churning slow-moving mass of brown with no distinct edges. Next thing I recall is my dad grabbing me by the collar and throwing me into the basement where we hunkered down and listened to the static on the AM transistor radio.
The following day I drove to the neighborhood that took the hit. One side of the road was untouched, but the other was all splinters.
Tacky Raccoons 