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How people using EBT cards at Circle K have a nicer phone than me

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I've never been able to think of any scenario where it makes sense.

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its actually more common than you think. Was it pint glass?

Bunch of flying objects, an entire swarm. Some turning at sharp right angles. One reversed. Probably 50 small lights and one big object.

Saw something shot down over Wasilla area. Others saw it too. Looked like the challenger disaster.

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I thought the OP would at least give an example of his own. What a pile of crap.

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Mine is the “faceless man”. Though, faceless seems a misnomer. I can remember he had features. I can remember his clothing. His manner of dress. The smoothness with which he walked.

The night was a celebration of an anniversary with a college girlfriend. We went to K-Paul’s in New Orleans. I can remember the meal, what we each ordered, what our drinks were. The only alcohol shared was a single coffee liqueur after the meal. I can remember the travelling businessman who was seated alone next to us… his rather sad smile, the loneliness in his eyes as he consumed his meal. I can remember her smell, her smile, her eyes. I know exactly what I was wearing from shoes to tie.

But I can’t recall the face.

After dinner, we walked outside; I watched a couple walk into Maspero’s. The girlfriend was laughing, bouncing, damned near giddy. The silence on the street was suddenly deafening. Looking behind me, there was no one. In front, seemingly no one. She kept talking. She enjoyed the meal. It was then that I noticed him. A man, roughly a block ahead, close to the Omni. He was just walking. It seemed effortless. He was dressed impeccably, but it didn’t seem an event for him. The clothing seemed a part of him… as if he could not exist wearing anything else. He smiled at me, though we were clearly too far apart for him to notice where my gaze lie.

The distance closed.

We were each walking toward the other. A booming deafening silence on a street that has not been quiet for hundreds of years. There was something predatory about him. Quiet. The manner of which he moved belied grace, power, utter fearlessness.

The distance continued to get shorter. The girlfriend continued to be oblivious.

It became apparent that his eyes were only on us. He was staring. Glaring. Though he seemed to smile, there was menace. Calm. Collected. Purposeful. He meant to do us harm. Not because of anger. Not because of need. It was simply his nature. Anyone who has ever been in a seedier area of a third world country will know the look. The fake aloofness. The gait that signals a man knows exactly how he is transferring his weight on every step. Ready for an attack or to attack.

In a flash, he was 100ft closer. It didn’t make sense. My eyes had not left this man. There was no crowd to obscure his movement. He was simply in one spot…and then in another. The girlfriend finally realized we had quickened our pace. I wanted to get to the corner. I needed to get to the corner. Being at the corner meant a crowd to the right. Someone else who might see this seemingly inevitable exchange.

His gaze drifted upward, scanning windows. My eyes never left his face. His snapped back to mine. He wasn’t smiling. His face was blank. Dark. The only thing on it were his eyes. Pits.

We reached the corner; there was no one. A street separated us. I essentially shoved the girlfriend through the door of Maspero’s. Looking outward, there was no one across the street. There was a crowd to the right. There was a crowd walking down the street from where we came. Everything was back to normal…and yet I could no longer recall his face. Everything was burned into my memory, but his face was elusive. Gone.

Sitting on the couch watching TV with 2 buddies... TV shuts off, but the remote was behind us in the kitchen, so nobody had access to it... we all turn and look behind us and every kitchen cabinet door was open, fridge and freezer door was open, oven door was open and the dishwasher was open and both the top and bottom sliders were out... I was the last person in the kitchen and had just gotten a beer 2 minutes before, and left the remote on the counter

That property had some kinda frickery going on, because that wasnt the first or last incident of strange things

Some examples:
Doors opening and closing themselves (not A/C)
Shadows of people randomly on a wall
People being touched
The occasional item falling off the book shelf
Lamp turned itself on

The house and property ended up being sold and developed into a small neighborhood

Where's that tigerfaninbama (or whatever) dude with his story about the portal to another dimension in his dining room that one night.

Or (I think it was ) beejon with his magic sword that fought off evil spirits or some shite like that.

Man, good times.

When I was around 12, I was at the lake with my cousins. It was around midnight and we were headed to another place on the lake. As we passed under the power lines, I looked back up the ridge and saw a bright orange light.
When I asked if anyone saw it, a couple of people said they saw it also. We put the boat in reverse and the light was gone. We were sitting still looking around for the light. We saw it again on the other side of the sky. We all were talking about what the hell it could’ve been.
All the sudden the light zooms quickly away and we never saw it again.

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The rocketing of GME stock the last three weeks.

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You must not be very smart then, yours friend Jackass

Right. I had an employee on govt assistance and he had a medical MJ card (I live in FL) and the state allows these folks on welfare to purchase their “meds” with their welfare cards. This blew my mind when I was first told.

My buddy traveled back in time once. shite was wild