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Bad, Birthday, and Crush: Personal Belongings:
 102 Do you have any body hair
 103 (Guys Only) Ars you Circumeised
 104 How often you Masturbate
 105 Have you ever watched porn
 100 Idesl SexuePhysical wttrbutes
 107. Favorite Sexual Fantasy
 10 Turn Ons/Tum Offs
 The Number Game
 45. Most expensive thing you own
 45.Do you own anything above
 But IMPROVED
 S1000
 Made by u/German-Spy
 47. Most prized possassion
 48. De you own anything
 embamassing
 40, Wairdest thing you nen
 S0. De you own anything popudar
 51, Do you own anything considersd
 rich
 $2. De you own anything futuristic
 3. Coolest thing you own
 54. Odest thing you own
 5. What did you buylget recently
 The Basics:
 108 Any Kinks
 110 Idnal Sesual Positen
 1 Age
 2 Gender
 111 How do you masturtate
 112 Do you own a toy
 1 Haight
 Weight
 Where re you from
 113 Have your aver been esught
 Masturbating
 114 Have you ever walked in when
 someone was having sex
 115 Biggest faars of Sax
 116 Do you have any STDs
 117 How ofhen are you homy
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 T. First Name
 Last Name
 Middle Nam
 10 Birthday
 11. Main Languagejs
 Appearance/Looks
 66 Hair Style
 11 Most ambamassing sasual story
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 12 What de you expect in a sexua
 relationship
 67. Hair Length
 . Hair Celor
 Hobbies/Favorite things:
 12 Favorite Color
 Nics
 70. Body Style
 71. Ethnicity
 72 What are you wearing
 73 Eye Color
 74. Are you wearing makaup
 13. Faverite Food
 Academics/School
 14 Favorne Actvity
 1 Favorite Music genre
 14 Favorite Artist
 17. Faverite Song
 122. What classes do you take
 123. What grade are you in
 75 Type of Underwear you wes
 124 Most favora toachar
 18. Favorite Movis
 13. Favorite Video Game (f any
 2 Favorite TV show
 76. Faverite outti
 125 Least favorite taachers
 126. Highest GradeLowest Grade in
 77. FacialBody Hair
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 21.De you play any sports
 2. Last thing you did
 Relationships:
 127 How long is your achool day
 12 Did you do your homewark
 12. Do you have any test, quiazes, or
 7 Sexuality
 79 Relationship Status
 Who is your crush
 . Celebrity Crush
 Life/Experience
 exams coming up
 3 Last bad grade
 131. Last good grade
 23 De you currently have a joh
 24 Future JobiCareerAmbitions
 82. Have you ever cheated on
 2 Have you dranaismoked anything
 2 Have you dons drugs
 27. Do you hae any pats
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 83Ideal GiritriendBayfriend
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 84. dea of Perfect Date
 132 Are you richipoor
 133. Where do you stand in the wealth
 Have you asked someone out
 What do you hope in a
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 87 Are you interested in anyone
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 29 Most ombarrassing moment
 class (lower clas, middle class, upper
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 3. Druam Vacation
 31. How many Family members
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 33. De you plan on going to
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 134 How big is your house
 135. Taka a picture of your house
 13. How much do your parents make
 137. De your parents stnuggle with debt
 138 Do you own a poel
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 13 Do you ive in a gated neighbormood
 140. Do you have expensive stuf
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 142 What kind of school do you go to
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 Havu you avar saen anyone nakad
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 3.Have you met any friands online
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 42 What was the last message you
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 44 Amount of time you use social
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Who’s tryna play?

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Cute, Dad, and Drunk: 4:09 3:02 Snapchat Tristan Tristan YOU MATCHED WITH TRISTAN ON 12/3/19 What do my parents decide to do? Fuckin try to outrun the cops in a 2000 monte carlo You can pick between my parents meth lab, or the worst date ever had on here. Which interests you the most? This happened 4 years ago, mom just got out. Dad had 8 more years Both Sent Today 4:06 PM So my parents were down on the old family compound in ndiana Keep in mind, someone else lived there now. So this was some serious trespassing shit. What was the worst date? Sent Man you're pushing me real hard So I was talking to this filipina girl, she was cute. She held a good convo. So we decided to meet for drinks in pO. I'm a long way from home on a Wednesday night. I'd drank a lil before I saw her to kinda get in a zone. She came and I pretty much immediately notice her voice. It's deep. Growly even. But I'm buzzed already and we start talkin. Turns out she was Basically they found a spot by the river and started cooking meth while coked out. Some kid complained of a chemical smell and the cops showed up QUICK What do my parents decide to do? Fuckin try to outrun the cops in a 2000 monte carlo transgender, and didn't have plans to get the surgery. Basically it all ended amicably. But before she went she asked if I wanted to come to her place to "charge my phone" I really had no plans of getting pegged that night so i drove 50 minutes home. Still kinda This happened 4 years ago, mom just got out. Dad had 8 more years. drunk. Send Type a message Type a message Send GIF GIF A great way to introduce yourself...(not)
Cute, Dad, and Drunk: 4:09
 3:02
 Snapchat
 Tristan
 Tristan
 YOU MATCHED WITH TRISTAN ON 12/3/19
 What do my parents decide to do?
 Fuckin try to outrun the cops in a 2000
 monte carlo
 You can pick between my parents meth
 lab, or the worst date ever had on here.
 Which interests you the most?
 This happened 4 years ago, mom just
 got out. Dad had 8 more years
 Both
 Sent
 Today 4:06 PM
 So my parents were down on the old
 family compound in ndiana
 Keep in mind, someone else lived there
 now. So this was some serious
 trespassing shit.
 What was the worst date?
 Sent
 Man you're pushing me real hard
 So I was talking to this filipina girl,
 she was cute. She held a good convo.
 So we decided to meet for drinks in
 pO. I'm a long way from home on a
 Wednesday night. I'd drank a lil before I
 saw her to kinda get in a zone. She
 came and I pretty much immediately
 notice her voice. It's deep. Growly
 even. But I'm buzzed already and we
 start talkin. Turns out she was
 Basically they found a spot by the river
 and started cooking meth while coked
 out. Some kid complained of a chemical
 smell and the cops showed up QUICK
 What do my parents decide to do?
 Fuckin try to outrun the cops in a 2000
 monte carlo
 transgender, and didn't have plans to
 get the surgery. Basically it all ended
 amicably. But before she went she
 asked if I wanted to come to her place
 to "charge my phone" I really had no
 plans of getting pegged that night so i
 drove 50 minutes home. Still kinda
 This happened 4 years ago, mom just
 got out. Dad had 8 more years.
 drunk.
 Send
 Type a message
 Type a message
 Send
 GIF
 GIF
A great way to introduce yourself...(not)

A great way to introduce yourself...(not)

Beautiful, Community, and Family: Bullying is not ok...except when you publicly question the safety of vaccines. Bullying is not ok...except when you consciously choose not to vaccinate your kids. Bullying is not ok...except when you expose the corruption of the vaccine industry. Bullying is not ok...except when you raise awareness on vaccine injury. Bullying is not ok...except when you stand for medical freedom and informed consent. This week my family have been on the receiving end of extreme bullying, hate mail, abuse and harassment. Worse than anything we have experienced before...and trust me, people have tried to bully and harass us a lot this year. Over the last 6 years of having this public page open where I've grown my audience organically and built a beautiful like-minded community...this is the first time I have ever had to 'turn the commenting off' on my posts. I am committed to sharing the truth, serving my community, planting seeds and sparking minds to get people to question and critically THINK But I will not tolerate the nasty, vile, bitter, toxicity that continuously hijacks the comments section of my posts. If you're new here and genuine, welcome! I've been posting about vaccines for years and I hope you will take the time to observe and understand before jumping to conclusions. I just don’t know what to say. She sounds articulate and reasonable, except that it’s not at all. How do you handle this?
Beautiful, Community, and Family: Bullying is not ok...except when you
 publicly question the safety of vaccines.
 Bullying is not ok...except when you
 consciously choose not to vaccinate your kids.
 Bullying is not ok...except when you expose the
 corruption of the vaccine industry.
 Bullying is not ok...except when you raise
 awareness on vaccine injury.
 Bullying is not ok...except when you stand for
 medical freedom and informed consent.
 This week my family have been on the receiving
 end of extreme bullying, hate mail, abuse and
 harassment. Worse than anything we have
 experienced before...and trust me, people have
 tried to bully and harass us a lot this year.
 Over the last 6 years of having this public page
 open where I've grown my audience organically
 and built a beautiful like-minded
 community...this is the first time I have ever had
 to 'turn the commenting off' on my posts.
 I am committed to sharing the truth, serving my
 community, planting seeds and sparking minds
 to get people to question and critically THINK
 But I will not tolerate the nasty, vile, bitter,
 toxicity that continuously hijacks the comments
 section of my posts.
 If you're new here and genuine, welcome! I've
 been posting about vaccines for years and I
 hope you will take the time to observe and
 understand before jumping to conclusions.
I just don’t know what to say. She sounds articulate and reasonable, except that it’s not at all. How do you handle this?

I just don’t know what to say. She sounds articulate and reasonable, except that it’s not at all. How do you handle this?

Sex, Questions, and Easy: KIMCARTOON Just a few easy warm up questions... Have you ever had condomless sex with a man?
Sex, Questions, and Easy: KIMCARTOON
Just a few easy warm up questions... Have you ever had condomless sex with a man?

Just a few easy warm up questions... Have you ever had condomless sex with a man?

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Bad, Birthday, and Bored: 102. Do you have any body hair
 103. (Guys Only) Are you Circumcised
 104. How often you Masturbate
 Personal Belongings:
 The Number Game
 45. Most expensive thing you own
 46. Do you own anything above
 But IMPROVED!!
 105. Have you ever watched porn
 $1,000
 106. Ideal Sexual/Physical attributes
 107. Favorite Sexual Fantasy
 Made by u/German-Spy
 47. Most prized possession
 48. Do you own anything
 108. Turn Ons/Turn Offs
 embarrassing
 49. Weirdest thing you own
 109. Any Kinks
 110. Ideal Sexual Position
 The Basics:
 1. Age
 50. Do you own anything popular
 51. Do you own anything considered
 "rich
 52. Do you own anything futuristic
 111. How do you masturbate
 112. Do you own a toy
 2. Gender
 3. Height
 4. Weight
 113. Have you ever been caught
 Masturbating
 114. Have you ever walked in when
 5. Where are you from
 6. Zodiac Sign
 7. First Name
 53. Coolest thing you own
 54. Oldest thing you own
 someone was having sex
 55. What did you buy/get recently
 115. Biggest fears of Sex
 116. Do you have any STDS
 117. How often are you horny
 118. Most embarrassing sexual story
 119. Are you currently horny
 120. What do you expect in a sexual
 8. Last Name
 9. Middle Name
 Appearance/Looks
 10. Birthday
 11. Main Language(s)
 66. Hair Style
 67. Hair Length
 68. Hair Color
 Hobbies/Favorite things:
 69. Nice
 relationship
 12. Favorite Color
 70. Body Style
 71. Ethnicity
 72. What are you wearing
 73. Eye Color
 74. Are you wearing makeup
 75. Type of Underwear you wear
 13. Favorite Food
 Academics/School
 14. Favorite Activity
 15. Favorite Music genre
 16. Favorite Artist
 121. Where do you go to school
 122. What classes do you take
 123. What grade are you in
 17. Favorite Song
 124. Most favorite teacher
 18. Favorite Movie
 76. Favorite outfit
 125. Least favorite teachers
 77. Facial/Body Hair
 19. Favorite Video Game (if any)
 126. Highest Grade/Lowest Grade in
 20. Favorite TV show
 classes
 21. Do you play any sports
 22. Last thing you did
 Relationships:
 78. Sexuality
 127. How long is your school day
 128. Did you do your homework
 79. Relationship Status
 129. Do you have any test, quizzes, or
 Life/Experience
 80. Who is your crush
 81. Celebrity Crush
 82. Have you ever cheated on
 exams coming up
 130. Last bad grade
 131. Last good grade
 23. Do you currently have a job
 24. Future Job/Career/Ambitions
 25. Have you drank/smoked anything
 someone
 26. Have you done drugs
 83. ideal Girlfriend/Boyfriend
 Economic Status/Wealth:
 84. Idea of Perfect Date
 27. Do you have any pets
 28. Most Favorable Memory
 132: Are you rich/poor
 133. Where do you stand in the wealth
 class (lower class, middle class, upper
 85. Have you asked someone out
 86. What do you hope in a
 29. Most ombarrassing moment
 relationship
 87. Are you interested in anyone
 30. Dream Vacation
 class)
 31. How many Family members
 32. How many friends
 134. How big is your house
 88. Do you real life/online date
 135. Take a picture of your house
 33. Do you plan on going to
 college/university
 136. How much do your parents make
 137. Do your parents struggle with debt
 138. Do you own a pool
 (above-ground/below-ground)
 139. Do you live in a gated neighborhood
 140. Do you have expensive stuff
 Sex & Sexuality:
 89. Are you a virgin
 90. Have you ever seen anyone naked
 91. Do you have piercing/tattoos
 Social Media:
 34. Do you use any other social media
 then Reddit
 92. Have you ever had same-sex
 35. Who do you follow
 36. Have you ever had an internet
 expirence
 93. Have you ever sent a nude
 141. How big is your room
 142. What kind of school do you go to
 argument
 37. Most used Social Media app
 94. Have you ever sexted
 95. Have you ever kissed anyone
 Misc:
 96. Am I attractive
 97. Have you ever slept together
 98. Do you want to have sex
 38. What's your username on each
 143. Send a selfie
 app
 144. Do whatever I say (no saying no)
 39. Have you met any friends online
 40. Do you follow any NSFW
 145. DM me
 99. Are you straight, bi, gay/lesbian,
 146. Ask whatever you want (I can't say
 pan, etc
 accounts/pages
 41. Last Person you DM'd/followed
 no)
 42. What was the last message you
 sent
 43. How many followers/friends on
 Sexual: (Welcome to Spicy
 Town)
 social media
 44. Amount of time you use social
 100. Bra/Dick size
 media
 101. Pubic Hair: Natural, trimmed,
 shaved, none
Im bored give me stuff to answer

Im bored give me stuff to answer

Life, Happy, and Yeti: ARNING My wife and I can’t imagine life without Yeti. She’s the sweetest pup we’ve ever had. This is her right after a horrible week where she could barely walk, happy to be going to the park.
Life, Happy, and Yeti: ARNING
My wife and I can’t imagine life without Yeti. She’s the sweetest pup we’ve ever had. This is her right after a horrible week where she could barely walk, happy to be going to the park.

My wife and I can’t imagine life without Yeti. She’s the sweetest pup we’ve ever had. This is her right after a horrible week where she coul...

Sorry, Chair, and Who: Sorry to who ever had that low res chair mines even lower res HA
Sorry, Chair, and Who: Sorry to who ever had that low res chair mines even lower res HA

Sorry to who ever had that low res chair mines even lower res HA

Alive, Children, and Comfortable: trilliontreesinitiative THE TRILLION TREES INITIATIVE It was really all my fault. Stars in my eyes, I haphazardly met strangers from the internet in more-or-less public places and pled my case, just to be brushed off over and over again. Months of pounding the keyboard, and trying to find people to help me, I gave up and decided if it needed doing, I could at least give it a game try. I posted my plea to every corner of the internet, every newsgroup I could find, every fledgling website. This was back before there were pictures on the internet. I was a true believer then and was sure that if I found the right people, somehow we'd find a way to plant a trillion trees on our planet. Spare change went to seedlings that I nurtured through frigid winters and increasingly hot summers. I surreptitiously planted them a spade in one pocket and a sapling or ten in another, all wrapped in a damp rag ready for a moment no one seemed to be watching-- could add a sapling to a border of trees along the waters' edge, or in a little clearing of national forest Time passed, kids came, and overwhelmed by the responsibilities I'd willingly accepted without any real sense of the gravity of my commitment to the humans l'd made, I let my zealous mission drift off like my trapeze artist dreams from thirty years earlier. My kids were smarter than me, and kept me busy ferrying them back and forth with their extracurricular activities. I felt like an unpaid lab assistant for their science fair projects, but I knew that sacrifice was part of parenthood and I tucked my passions behind a mask of nurturing officiousness. I truly forgot about the pleas l'd broadcast so carelessly. The internet was a wild place in the late twentieth century, and twenty years after my last screams into the abyss came the most unexpected answer, delivered simultaneously to my old and new email account and sent as a text WE CAN HELP WITH THE TREES. It looked like it came from my own email address, my own cell number, and it was only addressed to me. I almost swiped away the messages, but.. but what was I rejecting? My old mission? I still knew we needed trees to help counter our own environmental carelessness. What if my shouts into the void reached someone who could actually help? I wrote and discarded responses, one after another. Finally, I replied with "I'm open to suggestions," and watched as my own words buzzed my telephone and felt foolish and a little more cynical as nothing happened. What was I expecting? Hackers to show up with bushels of acorns? It wasn't hackers, it was a strangely bland man who rang my doorbell the next morning right after l'd hugged my kids and seen the bus shuttle them to school. Since was still wearing pants, I answered the door. "Sorry, we're renters" has been my greeting to anyone at my door for the last decade. It's not actually true, even -- we bought our rented house before the kids were born, but it usually cuts off any sales pitch and lets any visitor trundle off to a more likely mark. I wasn't even really thinking about the weird message of the night before--my chore list was mighty and overwhelming and if I wanted to live in a clean house, I needed to make it happen--but the bland man took a breath before I closed the door in his face "THE TREES" I don't know how it sounded like thousands of voices, all at once, at a conversationally comfortable volume, but I got a sense of foreignness, of something far beyond my understanding, happening right at my front door. My chores didn't seem to be much of a priority anymore. I felt no danger from the stranger, just overwhelming urgency to do as he wished. My desire to invite the stranger to sit at my dining room table and listen was my only priority. I led the way to the table and offfered some coffee to my guest "NO, THANK YOU" the myriad voices replied, sitting across the table from my spot. He just looked like a guy in his late twenties or early thirties. He could be my pizza delivery dude, or the guy who managed the movie theater, or a shoe salessman. Sandy brown hair was cut and combed neatly. He seemed to be in reasonable shape, with rested placid eyes and a neutral expression on his slightly ruddy face. He seemed both comfortably solid and like he was vibrating almost too fast for me to tell. "HERE'S OUR OFFER" echoed (maybe only in my head? Maybe I'm actually going crazy. This is the weirdest interaction l've ever had with a sapient creature. I'm pretty sure that guy was not a pizza deliverer or salesman, he was something, maybe many things, different.) The paper felt high-quality thick and smooth, but the letters were iridescent, black at first glance, but racing oil-slick colors at any angle. My eyes couldn't focus on it at first. Did this guy drug me? Why did I let him in my house? He was probably a serial killer. Or a mass murderer? All those voices all at once? This was insane. "PLEASE READ IT" I obediently looked down at the words "WE, THE UNDERSIGNED, WISH TO SAVE YOUR PLANET WITH YOU" I looked up at the bland man and tried to explain my insignificance "I like where you're going with this, but I'm just one person. I'm not in charge of anything really, including my own children. I can't even keep my houseplants alive." I pointed at browning foliage in my house, a spider plant that was purportedly unkillable until my indefatigable inability to keep track of my own commitments caught up and dried out. "WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WHO YOU CAN BE. KEEP READING" The words seemed to swim and reform as I looked down again. "WE WILL BUY VAST TRACTS OF LAND AROUND YOUR PLANET. WE WILL PLANT YOUR TRILLION TREES. YOU JUST MUST AGREE I felt completely inadequate. I was in no way qualified to agree to this. I'm a suburban mom, not a diplomat or foreign dignitary. I recycle and try to avoid single-use plastics, but I'm not even sure that I'm doing that right. What if I was agreeing to an alien invasion? My authority is limited to two small humans who were at least half jerk, and that's not counting their father's influence More words scrambled across the page. "WE WISH NO HARM TO YOU, WE JUST WISH TO MAKE YOUR PLANET MORE HABITABLE BOTH FOR US AND YOU." Ah, there's the catch. Who the hell are they? Do I want to cohabitate with another species? What if they're like kudzu -- invasive and impossible to remove? The page seemed to shimmer as the letters reformed: "WE WILL ONLY GROW TREES THAT CAN THRIVE WITHOUT DAMAGING OTHER SPECIES. "But why me?" "YOU ARE THE DREAMER" "Even if I didn't want you to do this, there's no way I could stop you, so...sure! Go for it. A pen rolled across my table and stopped, pointing at a big black X at the bottom of the page "SIGN AT THE X I looked over the page again. No legalese had suddenly appeared. The words were the same The pen felt heavy and I knew I was doing something irrevocable but I couldn't seem to stop. I used my best handwriting and signed my name, which of course you all know by now. The bland man inclined his head and took the paper at once, tucking it into an inside pocket of his tan corduroy jacket "THAT SHOULD DO IT" his voice buzzed more as he stood, and moved to the door I felt bemused and a little like l'd signed something expensive away without fully understanding the value as I locked the door behind the stranger. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe none of it happened The first sign that I hadn't suffered a psychotic break - to be honest, I was a little surprised it wasn't, l'd always felt precariously balanced on the edge of sanity and figured this was the final separation of my tenuous grasp on reality the first sign was a few days later, when I finished matching another dozen socks, rolling them together, and throwing them in my older child's underwear drawer. Her room was a pigsty, but we'd come to an agreement that her worktable was her problem and that no food was consumed in her room, so it was relatively hygienic. I looked out the window and saw that the empty lot next to my house no longer had a sign advertising a local Realtor and something was happening I slid my feet into flip-flops and walked to my mailbox and saw the bland man riding a giant lawnmower, cutting the native brush to nearly barren dirt. I flipped through three credit card offers I planned to dump straight into the recycling and leafed through the grocery circular and noted that pork chops were a few dollars cheaper per pound, so McRibs would be coming back soon The silliest things played through my head as watched him clear the land, as a flock of quail ( have Opinions About Quail, mostly that they're only saved from extinction by reproducing so much, because they seem to have a death wish near motorized vehicles) ran on foot just ahead of the mower waved at the man, since we were acquainted. Sort of, I didn't know his name, and I'd never even thought to ask. Why didn't I ask? l'd signed a contract that I didn't truly understand and didn't even know his name. I patiently waited for him to mow back toward my property line, the forgotten junk mail between my arm and chest. He shimmered a little as he hopped off the mower and moved towards me. "WE MUST PREPARE THE LAND. I nodded, like I knew his plan all along and was magnanimously supervising him, I offered him a bottle of water, or the use of my toilet, if he needed it. "WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED" Why was he speaking in the plural? It hadn't seemed odd until just then. My sense of incongruity and that something was Just Not Right began to ramp up. I waved at them and walked back to my bungalow. I popped online to see what was happening in the world and saw the bigger picture, easily seen by less self-absorbed human beings. Every single vacant lot in the world was being mowed flat by a bland looking man, who was identical in feature to every other bland-looking man mowing a vacant lot. Too weird. Reporters tried to talk to the men, but they placidly mowed each lot, one after another. Where did all of the mowers come from? There were no brand markers on the machines. As soon as the lots were cleared, furrows were plowed The bland men moved implacably, good neighbors every one, and stopped the racket of agricultural busywork well before dinnertime. They started the next day after sunrise. The story got bigger as the days passed. It was on the front page of newspapers, and everyone seemed to have a hot take on what was really going on. Aliens? Nah, they looked too normal. Clones? How could millions of clones make it to adulthood without someone catching on? As far as I could tell, I was the only one who'd successfully spoken to any of these....people, if that's what they were. I thought I might be able to tell someone about my weird experience, but I was also positive that no one would believe me. I told my husband the strange tale and he laughed at my creativity and rubbed my back as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I drove the kids to school and went to the public library. I used it frequently for escapist fiction, mostly about young women in the early 19th century trying to snag a spouse. I went straight to the reference desk. Do you know what's going on with these guys mowing and plowing everywhere?" The librarian grimaced, "You're number six to ask today. We have no idea," I returned a stack of Regencies into the slot next to the desk, and walked back to my car without grabbing any new trashy fiction. I drove home pensively, worried that I had fucked up something big. Safe in my garage, I felt my anxiety rise, and tried to breathe slowly and smoothly and reason my way through this mystery. I agreed to let someone plant the trees that I knew we needed We clearly weren't taking care of our planet and someone else was stepping in for us. Did it really matter that I didn't understand their reasoning or motivations? l'd been begging the world for so long, and someone finally listened. Panic attack averted, I stepped into my kitchen and rinsed the breakfast dishes before loading the dishwasher. looked out of my kitchen window and saw a wall of trees in the formerly vacant lot. Not seedlings, fully grown and mature trees.T flipped on the news, and it was the same everywhere. The trees were in. The space station reported that there were just new trees everywhere, they hadn't been uprooted from forests, they just suddenly existed. Every tree fit perfectly in its microclimate, and fruit and nut trees were included in each single-lot forest freely available for hungry mouths I ran outside and looked for the man. He was standing with his hands on his lower baçk looking up. Fruit trees were in full bloom. Conifers looked like they'd been growingg there since time began. I stood next to the man.I didn't even know what words I could use to express my gratitude, my discomfort, my fear "WE ARE DONE, MS. APPLESEED" he buzzed, and suddenly became a cloud of bees. The cloud, the machinery, the man all dispersed. The signed paper fell to the newly turned earth. The trees stayed where they were. A lot of people had been watching the planters. A lot of people saw the planters become clouds of bees. A lot of people grabbed one of the billion copies of my signed contract, and everyone saw my name, clear as day. "Terra Appleseed, Mother of Trees", the headlines called me My number was unlisted, but my phone didn't stop ringing for weeks. I didn't have any of the answers that the reporters wanted. I was just a dreamer, I told them. I don't know why the bees listened to me. The scientists had the most to say, of course. Carbon dioxide was down, oxygen was up Glaciers stopped melting, and while I was trying to sound like a functional adult, refusing any interview requests, my older daughter figured out how to make cold fusion work. She'd built a variation of a Farnsworth Fusor that fused two atoms of hydrogen into one of helium at room temperature, and suddenly eliminated the need for fossil fuel combustion With a ready-built platform, we freely gave away her discovery to anyone who'd listen. At first, people thought I'd somehow organized the tree thing to sell my daughter's invention but I knew we'd get by fine without charging a dime. The truth was more mysterious and unexplainable, but we, as a species, weren't going to get ourselves in such a fix again -- we didn't need to. We just needed the bees to start us off, and my daughter to finish our addiction to combustion People started planting their own trees, too, but nothing made them grow forty feet in a day. The bees kept that secret. I was much too boring to stay in the spotlight for long, and I returned to my diet of trashy novels and quiet longing for that feeling of secret importance that had filled the days of planting, the wonder at this enormous leap towards peace and understanding that seemed to fall into my lap It was enough. My obituary decades later would focus on the mystery of the trees, the dream I tried to spread, and the unexpected way it came true The trillion trees initiative worked. We reached for the stars, comfortable that our home planet was safe. We found life everywhere we looked. As far as I know, no one ever spoke to the bees again. Super long, sorry - A modern day fairy tale about trees.
Alive, Children, and Comfortable: trilliontreesinitiative
 THE TRILLION TREES INITIATIVE
 It was really all my fault. Stars in my eyes, I
 haphazardly met strangers from the internet in
 more-or-less public places and pled my case,
 just to be brushed off over and over again.
 Months of pounding the keyboard, and trying to
 find people to help me, I gave up and decided if
 it needed doing, I could at least give it a game
 try.
 I posted my plea to every corner of the internet,
 every newsgroup I could find, every fledgling
 website. This was back before there were
 pictures on the internet. I was a true believer
 then and was sure that if I found the right
 people, somehow we'd find a way to plant a
 trillion trees on our planet.
 Spare change went to seedlings that I nurtured
 through frigid winters and increasingly hot
 summers. I surreptitiously planted them a
 spade in one pocket and a sapling or ten in
 another, all wrapped in a damp rag ready for
 a moment no one seemed to be watching--
 could add a sapling to a border of trees along
 the waters' edge, or in a little clearing of national
 forest
 Time passed, kids came, and overwhelmed
 by the responsibilities I'd willingly accepted
 without any real sense of the gravity of my
 commitment to the humans l'd made, I let my
 zealous mission drift off like my trapeze artist
 dreams from thirty years earlier. My kids were
 smarter than me, and kept me busy ferrying
 them back and forth with their extracurricular
 activities. I felt like an unpaid lab assistant
 for their science fair projects, but I knew that
 sacrifice was part of parenthood and I tucked
 my passions behind a mask of nurturing
 officiousness.
 I truly forgot about the pleas l'd broadcast so
 carelessly. The internet was a wild place in the
 late twentieth century, and twenty years after
 my last screams into the abyss came the most
 unexpected answer, delivered simultaneously
 to my old and new email account and sent as a
 text
 WE CAN HELP WITH THE TREES.
 It looked like it came from my own email
 address, my own cell number, and it was only
 addressed to me.
 I almost swiped away the messages, but.. but
 what was I rejecting? My old mission? I still
 knew we needed trees to help counter our own
 environmental carelessness. What if my shouts
 into the void reached someone who could
 actually help?
 I wrote and discarded responses, one after
 another. Finally, I replied with "I'm open to
 suggestions," and watched as my own words
 buzzed my telephone and felt foolish and a little
 more cynical as nothing happened. What was I
 expecting? Hackers to show up with bushels of
 acorns?
 It wasn't hackers, it was a strangely bland man
 who rang my doorbell the next morning right
 after l'd hugged my kids and seen the bus
 shuttle them to school. Since was still wearing
 pants, I answered the door.
 "Sorry, we're renters" has been my greeting
 to anyone at my door for the last decade. It's
 not actually true, even -- we bought our rented
 house before the kids were born, but it usually
 cuts off any sales pitch and lets any visitor
 trundle off to a more likely mark. I wasn't even
 really thinking about the weird message of the
 night before--my chore list was mighty and
 overwhelming and if I wanted to live in a clean
 house, I needed to make it happen--but the
 bland man took a breath before I closed the
 door in his face
 "THE TREES"
 I don't know how it sounded like thousands
 of voices, all at once, at a conversationally
 comfortable volume, but I got a sense of
 foreignness, of something far beyond my
 understanding, happening right at my front
 door.
 My chores didn't seem to be much of a priority
 anymore. I felt no danger from the stranger, just
 overwhelming urgency to do as he wished. My
 desire to invite the stranger to sit at my dining
 room table and listen was my only priority. I led
 the way to the table and offfered some coffee to
 my guest
 "NO, THANK YOU" the myriad voices replied,
 sitting across the table from my spot. He just
 looked like a guy in his late twenties or early
 thirties. He could be my pizza delivery dude,
 or the guy who managed the movie theater,
 or a shoe salessman. Sandy brown hair was
 cut and combed neatly. He seemed to be in
 reasonable shape, with rested placid eyes and a
 neutral expression on his slightly ruddy face. He
 seemed both comfortably solid and like he was
 vibrating almost too fast for me to tell.
 "HERE'S OUR OFFER" echoed (maybe only in
 my head? Maybe I'm actually going crazy. This
 is the weirdest interaction l've ever had with
 a sapient creature. I'm pretty sure that guy
 was not a pizza deliverer or salesman, he was
 something, maybe many things, different.)
 The paper felt high-quality
 thick and smooth,
 but the letters were iridescent, black at first
 glance, but racing oil-slick colors at any angle.
 My eyes couldn't focus on it at first. Did this guy
 drug me? Why did I let him in my house? He was
 probably a serial killer. Or a mass murderer? All
 those voices all at once? This was insane.
 "PLEASE READ IT"
 I obediently looked down at the words
 "WE, THE UNDERSIGNED, WISH TO SAVE
 YOUR PLANET WITH YOU"
 I looked up at the bland man and tried to explain
 my insignificance "I like where you're going with
 this, but I'm just one person. I'm not in charge
 of anything really, including my own children. I
 can't even keep my houseplants alive." I pointed
 at browning foliage in my house, a spider
 plant that was purportedly unkillable until my
 indefatigable inability to keep track of my own
 commitments caught up and dried out.
 "WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WHO YOU
 CAN BE. KEEP READING"
 The words seemed to swim and reform as I
 looked down again.
 "WE WILL BUY VAST TRACTS OF LAND
 AROUND YOUR PLANET. WE WILL PLANT
 YOUR TRILLION TREES. YOU JUST MUST
 AGREE
 I felt completely inadequate. I was in no way
 qualified to agree to this. I'm a suburban mom,
 not a diplomat or foreign dignitary. I recycle
 and try to avoid single-use plastics, but I'm not
 even sure that I'm doing that right. What if I was
 agreeing to an alien invasion? My authority is
 limited to two small humans who were at least
 half jerk, and that's not counting their father's
 influence
 More words scrambled across the page. "WE
 WISH NO HARM TO YOU, WE JUST WISH TO
 MAKE YOUR PLANET MORE HABITABLE
 BOTH FOR US AND YOU."
 Ah, there's the catch. Who the hell are they? Do
 I want to cohabitate with another species? What
 if they're like kudzu -- invasive and impossible to
 remove?
 The page seemed to shimmer as the letters
 reformed: "WE WILL ONLY GROW TREES
 THAT CAN THRIVE WITHOUT DAMAGING
 OTHER SPECIES.
 "But why me?"
 "YOU ARE THE DREAMER"
 "Even if I didn't want you to do this, there's no
 way I could stop you, so...sure! Go for it.
 A pen rolled across my table and stopped,
 pointing at a big black X at the bottom of the
 page
 "SIGN AT THE X
 I looked over the page again. No legalese had
 suddenly appeared. The words were the same
 The pen felt heavy and I knew I was doing
 something irrevocable but I couldn't seem to
 stop. I used my best handwriting and signed my
 name, which of course you all know by now.
 The bland man inclined his head and took the
 paper at once, tucking it into an inside pocket of
 his tan corduroy jacket
 "THAT SHOULD DO IT" his voice buzzed more
 as he stood, and moved to the door
 I felt bemused and a little like l'd signed
 something expensive away without fully
 understanding the value as I locked the door
 behind the stranger. Maybe I was seeing things.
 Maybe none of it happened
 The first sign that I hadn't suffered a psychotic
 break - to be honest, I was a little surprised
 it wasn't, l'd always felt precariously balanced
 on the edge of sanity and figured this was the
 final separation of my tenuous grasp on reality
 the first sign was a few days later, when I
 finished matching another dozen socks, rolling
 them together, and throwing them in my older
 child's underwear drawer. Her room was a
 pigsty, but we'd come to an agreement that her
 worktable was her problem and that no food
 was consumed in her room, so it was relatively
 hygienic. I looked out the window and saw that
 the empty lot next to my house no longer had a
 sign advertising a local Realtor and something
 was happening
 I slid my feet into flip-flops and walked to my
 mailbox and saw the bland man riding a giant
 lawnmower, cutting the native brush to nearly
 barren dirt. I flipped through three credit
 card offers I planned to dump straight into
 the recycling and leafed through the grocery
 circular and noted that pork chops were a few
 dollars cheaper per pound, so McRibs would be
 coming back soon
 The silliest things played through my head as
 watched him clear the land, as a flock of quail (
 have Opinions About Quail, mostly that they're
 only saved from extinction by reproducing so
 much, because they seem to have a death wish
 near motorized vehicles) ran on foot just ahead
 of the mower
 waved at the man, since we were acquainted.
 Sort of, I didn't know his name, and I'd never
 even thought to ask. Why didn't I ask? l'd signed
 a contract that I didn't truly understand and
 didn't even know his name. I patiently waited for
 him to mow back toward my property line, the
 forgotten junk mail between my arm and chest.
 He shimmered a little as he hopped off the
 mower and moved towards me.
 "WE MUST PREPARE THE LAND.
 I nodded, like I knew his plan all along and was
 magnanimously supervising him, I offered him
 a bottle of water, or the use of my toilet, if he
 needed it.
 "WE HAVE WHAT WE NEED"
 Why was he speaking in the plural? It hadn't
 seemed odd until just then. My sense of
 incongruity and that something was Just Not
 Right began to ramp up. I waved at them and
 walked back to my bungalow. I popped online
 to see what was happening in the world and
 saw the bigger picture, easily seen by less
 self-absorbed human beings.
 Every single vacant lot in the world was being
 mowed flat by a bland looking man, who was
 identical in feature to every other bland-looking
 man mowing a vacant lot. Too weird. Reporters
 tried to talk to the men, but they placidly
 mowed each lot, one after another. Where did
 all of the mowers come from? There were no
 brand markers on the machines. As soon as
 the lots were cleared, furrows were plowed
 The bland men moved implacably, good
 neighbors every one, and stopped the racket of
 agricultural busywork well before dinnertime.
 They started the next day after sunrise.
 The story got bigger as the days passed. It was
 on the front page of newspapers, and everyone
 seemed to have a hot take on what was really
 going on. Aliens? Nah, they looked too normal.
 Clones? How could millions of clones make it
 to adulthood without someone catching on?
 As far as I could tell, I was the only one who'd
 successfully spoken to any of these....people, if
 that's what they were. I thought I might be able
 to tell someone about my weird experience, but
 I was also positive that no one would believe
 me. I told my husband the strange tale and he
 laughed at my creativity and rubbed my back as
 I drifted off to sleep.
 The next morning, I drove the kids to school and
 went to the public library. I used it frequently for
 escapist fiction, mostly about young women in
 the early 19th century trying to snag a spouse. I
 went straight to the reference desk.
 Do you know what's going on with these guys
 mowing and plowing everywhere?"
 The librarian grimaced, "You're number six to
 ask today. We have no idea,"
 I returned a stack of Regencies into the slot
 next to the desk, and walked back to my car
 without grabbing any new trashy fiction. I drove
 home pensively, worried that I had fucked up
 something big.
 Safe in my garage, I felt my anxiety rise, and
 tried to breathe slowly and smoothly and reason
 my way through this mystery. I agreed to let
 someone plant the trees that I knew we needed
 We clearly weren't taking care of our planet
 and someone else was stepping in for us. Did
 it really matter that I didn't understand their
 reasoning or motivations? l'd been begging the
 world for so long, and someone finally listened.
 Panic attack averted, I stepped into my kitchen
 and rinsed the breakfast dishes before loading
 the dishwasher.
 looked out of my kitchen window and saw
 a wall of trees in the formerly vacant lot. Not
 seedlings, fully grown and mature trees.T
 flipped on the news, and it was the same
 everywhere. The trees were in. The space
 station reported that there were just new trees
 everywhere, they hadn't been uprooted from
 forests, they just suddenly existed. Every tree
 fit perfectly in its microclimate, and fruit and
 nut trees were included in each single-lot forest
 freely available for hungry mouths
 I ran outside and looked for the man. He was
 standing with his hands on his lower baçk
 looking up. Fruit trees were in full bloom.
 Conifers looked like they'd been growingg there
 since time began. I stood next to the man.I
 didn't even know what words I could use to
 express my gratitude, my discomfort, my fear
 "WE ARE DONE, MS. APPLESEED" he buzzed,
 and suddenly became a cloud of bees. The
 cloud, the machinery, the man all dispersed.
 The signed paper fell to the newly turned earth.
 The trees stayed where they were.
 A lot of people had been watching the planters.
 A lot of people saw the planters become
 clouds of bees. A lot of people grabbed one of
 the billion copies of my signed contract, and
 everyone saw my name, clear as day. "Terra
 Appleseed, Mother of Trees", the headlines
 called me
 My number was unlisted, but my phone didn't
 stop ringing for weeks. I didn't have any of the
 answers that the reporters wanted. I was just a
 dreamer, I told them. I don't know why the bees
 listened to me.
 The scientists had the most to say, of course.
 Carbon dioxide was down, oxygen was up
 Glaciers stopped melting, and while I was trying
 to sound like a functional adult, refusing any
 interview requests, my older daughter figured
 out how to make cold fusion work.
 She'd built a variation of a Farnsworth Fusor
 that fused two atoms of hydrogen into one
 of helium at room temperature, and suddenly
 eliminated the need for fossil fuel combustion
 With a ready-built platform, we freely gave
 away her discovery to anyone who'd listen. At
 first, people thought I'd somehow organized
 the tree thing to sell my daughter's invention
 but I knew we'd get by fine without charging
 a dime. The truth was more mysterious and
 unexplainable, but we, as a species, weren't
 going to get ourselves in such a fix again -- we
 didn't need to. We just needed the bees to start
 us off, and my daughter to finish our addiction
 to combustion
 People started planting their own trees, too,
 but nothing made them grow forty feet in a
 day. The bees kept that secret. I was much too
 boring to stay in the spotlight for long, and I
 returned to my diet of trashy novels and quiet
 longing for that feeling of secret importance
 that had filled the days of planting, the wonder
 at this enormous leap towards peace and
 understanding that seemed to fall into my lap
 It was enough. My obituary decades later would
 focus on the mystery of the trees, the dream
 I tried to spread, and the unexpected way it
 came true
 The trillion trees initiative worked. We reached
 for the stars, comfortable that our home planet
 was safe. We found life everywhere we looked.
 As far as I know, no one ever spoke to the bees
 again.
Super long, sorry - A modern day fairy tale about trees.

Super long, sorry - A modern day fairy tale about trees.

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 Just a reminder: be completely honest wine
 all your answers, I will be double checking
 applications using Google to ensure honesty. Any
 false information will automatically nullify any
 chance you might have had. Thanks, and have fun.
 This application must be filled out in its entirety
 in order to be considered for the position that you
 are applying. Photographs may sway my opinion
 one way or the other, feel free to attach any that
 you think may help you gain this position
 THE
 BASIC INFORMATION
 1. Full legal name
 First
 Last
 Middle
 4. Weight
 2.Age
 3. Height
 5. Eye color
 3. Natural hair color
 4. Current hair color
 6. Measurements
 CONTACT INFORMATION
 10. Cell Phone
 9. Home phone O
 11. Email
 GETTING ΤΟ KNOWYOU
 13. If no, how many past sexual partners have you had?
 12. Are you a virgin? YO
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 14. Have you ever had a sex change? YO
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 15. Do you smoke? YO
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 what is it?
 22. Do you live on your own? YO
 23. Ifno, whom
 NO
 do you currently reside with?
 24. What kind of car do you drive?
 25. Furthest level of edumacation (circle one):
 Some College O Associate's Degree O Bachelor's Degree O
 High School O
 26. Do you have a history of mental illness? YO
 NO
 27. Favorite sport & team
 28. Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend?
 YO
 NO
 29. Do you cook? YO No
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 FIDM-Fashion Institute of Design & Merchan...
 11 miles away
 Pisces
 I like
 Take me on dates I'm a Lady
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Cat, Knowing, and This: TAM This is the most cuddly cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Cat, Knowing, and This: TAM
This is the most cuddly cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

This is the most cuddly cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Best, Dog, and Bauhaus: BAUHAUS this is my lab sharpei mix and he is actually the best dog i’ve ever had
Best, Dog, and Bauhaus: BAUHAUS
this is my lab sharpei mix and he is actually the best dog i’ve ever had

this is my lab sharpei mix and he is actually the best dog i’ve ever had