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Animals, Beautiful, and Birthday: : Anonymous Shrimp saved my life 09/12/18(Wed)18:48:30 No.2813016 >be depressed, suicidal xanax- addicted incel >one day I go to my /aq/fag uncle's house for some shit >he has pet shrimp, never seen anything like it before he offers to get me some 53 KB JPG throw them in a barely cycled tank with some shitty rock >several shrimp die realize that I killed them with my apathy >realize I need to take responsibility for once in my life >do research, learn about water parameters and so on eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no more deaths >notice a female shrimp carrying eggs >haven't felt this excited about anything in almost a decade the eggs disappear and I once again think I fucked up a few days later I see a tiny transparent baby shrimp l suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they gazed upon the newborn Christ >by this point I live and breathe shrimp >all my spare time is spent on shrimp research and watching shrimp videos >l spend most of the money I had saved from my last job on shrimp products >quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending start putting effort into college in hope of getting a good job for my shrimp >grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of dropping out relationship with parents improves since I am finally passionate about something and applying myself >l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk excitedly about my shrimp for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp cake it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs cry like a little bitch when I see it >mom hugs me and tells me she's always been proud of me >college dorm neighbours demand to see my shrimp >shit they're gonna think I'm autistic sthey actually think my shrimp are really cool they start inviting me to their social events start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the first time in my life that I'm fun and smart >l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they knew We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on you Green text is nice sometimes. Sometimes
Animals, Beautiful, and Birthday: : Anonymous
 Shrimp saved my life
 09/12/18(Wed)18:48:30 No.2813016
 >be depressed, suicidal xanax-
 addicted incel
 >one day I go to my /aq/fag
 uncle's house for some shit
 >he has pet shrimp, never seen
 anything like it before
 he offers to get me some
 53 KB JPG
 throw them in a barely cycled tank with some
 shitty rock
 >several shrimp die
 realize that I killed them with my apathy
 >realize I need to take responsibility for once in
 my life
 >do research, learn about water parameters and
 so on
 eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no
 more deaths
 >notice a female shrimp carrying eggs
 >haven't felt this excited about anything in almost
 a decade
 the eggs disappear and I once again think I
 fucked up
 a few days later I see a tiny transparent baby
 shrimp
 l suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they
 gazed upon the newborn Christ
 >by this point I live and breathe shrimp
 >all my spare time is spent on shrimp research
 and watching shrimp videos
 >l spend most of the money I had saved from my
 last job on shrimp products
 >quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending
 start putting effort into college in hope of getting
 a good job for my shrimp
 >grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of
 dropping out
 relationship with parents improves since I am
 finally passionate about something and applying
 myself
 >l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk
 excitedly about my shrimp
 for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp
 cake
 it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs
 cry like a little bitch when I see it
 >mom hugs me and tells me she's always been
 proud of me
 >college dorm neighbours demand to see my
 shrimp
 >shit they're gonna think I'm autistic
 sthey actually think my shrimp are really cool
 they start inviting me to their social events
 start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the
 first time in my life that I'm fun and smart
 >l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they
 knew
 We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it
 for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on
 you
Green text is nice sometimes. Sometimes

Green text is nice sometimes. Sometimes

America, Bless Up, and Children: We don't have kids, so my wife and I took our dog around to look at lights in the neighborhood. He was in awe I met a former hotel executive last year. Nice British gentleman, polished, funny, quietly brilliant (obviously - running an internationally recognized hotel chain is no walk in the park). He came to America (Los Angeles). He was directed to the immigration office. He presented an English passport. He was told to come back the next day. He did. The immigration office tendered him a green card. That was it. So began the story of a man who came to America on a whim and built a company that continues to employ tens of thousands of Americans at all levels of income and has handed Uncle Sam millions (if not billions) of tax dollars. This is nothing if not the American Dream. Last week, a 7-year-old Guatemalan girl died, hours after she was taken into Border Patrol custody. Out of respect, the media will not report her name, so I will honor her by calling her Maria. Maria died of septic shock and dehydration. Before Maria’s death, her body temperature was measured at 105.7 degrees. The treatment to which my hotelier pal was afforded by this country in the 1950s was a bit different from the treatment Maria and many others showing up at our border experience. We are a great country. We have great people working for our federal government. We have been great in the past and we will be great in the future but God is sending us a message. Like children who die in classrooms of gun violence, children like Maria who die painful deaths trying to get to the promised land of America are examples upon which we must reflect. And we must change. We can do better. We simply have to. Bless up.
America, Bless Up, and Children: We don't have kids, so my wife and I took
 our dog around to look at lights in the
 neighborhood. He was in awe
I met a former hotel executive last year. Nice British gentleman, polished, funny, quietly brilliant (obviously - running an internationally recognized hotel chain is no walk in the park). He came to America (Los Angeles). He was directed to the immigration office. He presented an English passport. He was told to come back the next day. He did. The immigration office tendered him a green card. That was it. So began the story of a man who came to America on a whim and built a company that continues to employ tens of thousands of Americans at all levels of income and has handed Uncle Sam millions (if not billions) of tax dollars. This is nothing if not the American Dream. Last week, a 7-year-old Guatemalan girl died, hours after she was taken into Border Patrol custody. Out of respect, the media will not report her name, so I will honor her by calling her Maria. Maria died of septic shock and dehydration. Before Maria’s death, her body temperature was measured at 105.7 degrees. The treatment to which my hotelier pal was afforded by this country in the 1950s was a bit different from the treatment Maria and many others showing up at our border experience. We are a great country. We have great people working for our federal government. We have been great in the past and we will be great in the future but God is sending us a message. Like children who die in classrooms of gun violence, children like Maria who die painful deaths trying to get to the promised land of America are examples upon which we must reflect. And we must change. We can do better. We simply have to. Bless up.

I met a former hotel executive last year. Nice British gentleman, polished, funny, quietly brilliant (obviously - running an internationally...