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My personal songs chart in June 3

1. Sexy B*tch (feat. Akon) - David Guetta {+1}
   
2. Fireflies - Owl City {-1}
   
3. Viva La Vida - Coldplay {+1}
   
4. Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra) - Gotye {-1}
   
5. Memories (feat. Kid Cudi) - David Guetta {New}
   
6. Heat Waves - Glass Animals {+2}
   
7. Titanium (feat. Sia) - David Guetta {-}
   
8. Sure Thing - Miguel {-3}
   
9. Faithful (feat. dvsn & Pimp C) - Drake {-3}
   
10. What You Know Bout Love - Pop Smoke {-}
    
11. Gettin' Over (feat. Chris Willis) - David Guetta {New}
    
12. You Proof - Morgan Wallen {+1}
    
13. Whatcha Say - Jason {+9}
    
14. Laugh Now Cry Later (feat. Lil Durk) - Drake {-}
    
15. Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton {+6}
    
16. Thinkin’ Bout Me - Morgan Wallen {-4}
    
17. Fast Car - Luke Combs {-6}
    
18. Karma - Taylor Swift {-1}
    
19. 6 Foot 7 Foot (feat. Cory Gunz) - Lil Wayne {+6}
    
20. Faded - Alan Walker {New}
    
21. See You Again (feat. Charlie Puth) - Wiz Khalifa {-1}
    
22. What A Night - Flo Rida {New}
    
23. One More Night - Maroon 5 {-4}
    
24. Choose (feat. Ne-Yo & Kelly Rowland)David Guetta {New}
    
25. Wake Me Up - Avicii {Re-Entry}
    
26. Daylight - David Kushner {-10}
    
27. I Wanna Go Crazy (feat. will.i.am) - David Guetta {New}
    
28. Good Time - Owl City & Carly Rae Jepsen {-19}
    
29. N95 - Kendrick Lamar {-6}
    
30. Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan {+5}
    
31. MATHEMATICAL DISRESPECT - Lil Mabu {-3}
    
32. Waffle House - Jonas Brothers {-17}
    
33. Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran {-7}
    
34. We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool & DCup {+4}
    
35. Every Breath You Take - The Police {+2}
    
36. Go Crazy - Chris Brown & Young Thug {-7
    
37. La Bebe (Remix) - Yng Lvcas & Peso Pluma {-19}
    
38. The Kind of Love We Make - Luke Combs {+5}
    
39. Ella Baila Sola - Eslabon Armado & Peso Pluma {-6}
    
40. They Don't Love It - Jack Harlow {-4}
    
41. Baby Don't Hurt Me - David Guetta, Anne-Marie & Coi Leray {-10}
    
42. Bury Me in Georgia - Kane Brown {-}
    
43. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM (feat. Kendrick Lamar) - Beyoncé {+4}
    
44. Suga Suga (feat. Frankie J) - Baby Bash {-4}
    
45. Vanilla Twilight - Owl City {+1}
    
46. Drinkaby - Cole Swindell {-19}
    
47. Sound of Letting Go (feat. Chris Willis) - David Guetta {New}
    
48. SHAKE SUMN - DaBaby {New}
    
49. You Should Probably Leave - Chris Stapleton {New}
    
50. All My Life (feat. J. Cole) - Lil Durk {New}
    

I’ll go first I smashed a chick in the parking lot and that was freaky. But I’ve heard people have done it in the backroom aisle. I heard the AP office. I even heard the TL office. Got anything crazier?

So today I wanted to look at iconic moments in media where there was a character that only looked like he just wanted to score with chicks at first, but then turns out to have a hidden set of skills at first, like hacking for example.
Now I don't know if moments like that have happened in media before, but to me, it just seemed like an interesting way to make a character useful as I could've sworn that sometimes there are such moments in media where the protagonist has some nerdy pal that doesn't seem too helpful at first, but then again manages to pull their own weight around by revealing a hidden skill.
If this kind of moment has a trope name, that would be interesting, but if not, that'a fine.

My partner and I have a 13 month old together and I am 8 weeks pregnant. Since finding out I'm pregnant, I've been exhausted. Like I'm completely wiped out all day. I'm sleeping the same amount I've always slept but it's like I need more. As our baby doesn't nap during the day, I don't nap when I'm alone with him. I'm not sure how i manage it but by the time my partner is home at 5.30, I'm ready for bed. I don't consume any coffee or energy drinks as I dont like it and I dont drink a lot of caffeinated soft drinks. I do have chronic fatigue but this tiredness is a completely different animal.
It's been warm and we went out last weekend. When we came home, I was wiped. I needed a nap. I fell asleep on the sofa while my partner played with the baby. We were all in the same room. About 15 minutes or so into my nap, my partner called his parents and had them on speaker phone so baby could hear. Next thing I know, I'm being awoken by MIL shouting on the phone that I need to wake up and stop being selfish because partner has worked all week and deserves a break, that he doesn't get to have a nap when he's at work all day. Partner was trying to calm her down, telling her that it was fine and I needed the extra sleep. Only to be told by FIL that if I wasn't up until 1 am then i wouldn't need the extra sleep. Yes i am often up past midnight with baby because of the feeding schedule his doctors have him on, but I still get 7-8 hours of sleep at night they are aware of the schedule from the doctor. I do the night feeds so partner can sleep for work and he does one before he goes to work. Once partner told them I was awake they calmed down. MIL later sent me a text telling me I'm an AH for forcing partner to look after baby when he's been working all week just so I can have a nap.
AITA for wanting a nap when my partner is home?

La petizione di cui parlo sta per scadere (6 giugno), parlo di End The Slaughter Age eci.ec.europa.eu/025/public/#/screen/home
So già che state pensando ai vegani che vogliono torgliervi la carne o all'azienda agricola che fallisce, ma non c'entra molto.
Si parla di una iniziativa dei cittadini europei, che chiede alla commissione di presentare una proposta legislativa. Questa dovrà essere poi votata dal parlamento, approvata dal consiglio e infine adottata da ogni singolo paese con leggi nazionali (per non parlare del cambiamento culturale).
Si parla quindi di anni se non decenni.
Non credo di dovervi ricordare del cambiamento climatico, di cui iniziamo a vedere gli effetti, e diciamocelo che almeno il 15% delle nostre emissioni deriva dal consumo di carne. Anche se mangiate carne e ne siete ghiotti come me, pensate seriamente al futuro che volete. Se dare un contributo per far partire questo grande cambiamento verso un mondo in cui ci accontentiamo di mangiare carne ogni tanto, senza avere sempre la fettina in frigo solo perché possiamo.
Grazie di aver letto il papiro. Pace

"yOU NeEd a sMAlLeR GuN nO wAY YoU'Ll conCEal A 19" Being 5'4" with my boots on and 150lbs I never thought I'd be able to conceal my 19 this well (obviously static pics so not super representative). Can barley tell between having it on and not. You don't need a smaller gun, just a bigger chest and a good belt. Hint for the blind: first pic in both positions is with the gun on me.

So I'm a big wuss. Jumpscares and sudden loud noises scare me.
I have an idea for a FNAF1 Mod in which the animatronics very politely talk to you instead of jumpscaring you.
I think it would be quite humorous.
As an example, if you run out of power and Freddy's eyes start glowing as the music box plays, Freddy would say something like, "Hey dude, I'm gonna run out for some Chick Fil-A or somethin, you want anything?". When he then jumpscares you, he'd say, "Ok imma go byeee!"
If you were to see Foxy running around on a camera, you'd hear heavy overdramatic huffing and puffing, as he says, "I gotta get my steps in!"
I don't know, I thought it was a funny idea. I just need to figure out how to do this.

I am spending sleepless nights and I occasionally have nightmares about the good days at the gym that could've gone bad. Every 225 lbs bench and every 315 lbs squat that we lifted together is haunting me in my dreams. I need relief, I need a way out, I want a side(bro)chick. This is killing me - how can he do this to me right before my finals?

Hi all! I'm 6 months postpartum and have been exclusively pumping since day 2.
I don't live near any family so when they visit, they stay at our house.
When my immediate family comes to visit, I'll pump in front of them. I'm not 100% comfortable so I'll shield myself for setting up/taking off the pump but it's no big deal with my immediate family.
When my in-laws visited, I pumped in my bedroom every time. I'm pumping 5x a day and it takes 35-45 minutes each time. I know I could pump in front of them but I don't want to. We're not super close and MIL is extremely judgemental and critical.
My husband offered MIL multiple times last visit to leave the house (go pick up food, go for a ride with my husband etc) and she refused every time so she was always home. (FIL sometimes left).
Maybe it's irrational but I'm annoyed that they don't mind the fact that I'm banished to another room multiple times a day because of their visit. At no point during their visit did they attempt to excuse themselves or even hint that they realized their presence was causing me inconvenience.
I don't really know what the solution is here... it's likely just something I have to put up with until I wean. Just wanted to vent and see if anyone else felt this way?

Hi! I just reached signature status in the Chick Fil A rewards program, does anyone know what this really means? I didn’t even realize I got it, I happen to live next to a Chick Fil A and its the most convenient food when I’m lazy so I guess I have been going a little more than I thought… lol.

I'm currently looking for jobs , particular in the food service industry
my only reservation about jobs like starbucks or tim hortons (Canadian restaurant chain similar to Chick-fil-A or McDonalds) is that those restaurants/coffee shops' bathrooms are often the go-to place for drug users to inject needles ?
I've heard that not all of these Starbucks/Tim Hortons stores have safe needle disposal boxes? I've heard horror stories of needles being out in the open in the washroom and employees getting pricked by needles
that's my main reservation about jobs that require you to clean washrooms
is it true that there's a higher-than-normal risk of coming into contact with needles as an employee on bathroom duty, esp if your Tim Hortons is in a shady area?
I've also heard of a story about employees not even being properly trained on what to do when they come into contact with a drug needle and them just literally putting it in a garbage bag before disposing of it in the dumpster (this poses a hazard to garbage collectors)

I'm currently looking for jobs , particular in the food service industry
I'm in Canada, where we have both Starbucks and Tim Hortons
my only reservation about jobs like starbucks or tim hortons (Canadian restaurant chain similar to Chick-fil-A or McDonalds) is that those restaurants/coffee shops' bathrooms are often the go-to place for drug users to inject needles ?
I've heard that not all of these Starbucks/Tim Hortons stores have safe needle disposal boxes? I've heard horror stories of needles being out in the open in the washroom and employees getting pricked by needles
that's my main reservation about jobs that require you to clean washrooms
is it true that there's a higher-than-normal risk of coming into contact with needles as an employee on bathroom duty, esp if your Starbucks is in a shady area?
I've also heard of a story about employees not even being properly trained on what to do when they come into contact with a drug needle and them just literally putting it in a garbage bag before disposing of it in the dumpster (this poses a hazard to garbage collectors)

The scene faded back in to a shot of some treetops, Sammy saying "Well, even though we didn't finish, I'm glad I didn't get targeted," as the camera panned down to the Rats walking through the woods. "It was bad enough watching Leshawna and DJ go through it."
"Girl, you can't let that stuff get to you," Leshawna told her, the two girls walking at the front of their team's pack. "Sure it's humiliating, but it'll pass in time. Besides, it's not like any of us would've held your secrets against you, not when my secret was revealed."
"I hadn't thought of that," Sammy said with a contemplative look.
"We can't let our fears control us. It'll just prevent us from achieving what we want to do," Sierra told her team while focusing on her phone. She tripped on a rock and landed on her face as a result.
Confessional: Sammy
"Back home, there's this girl who's basically the princess of my school," Sammy exclaimed. "She leaks out the students' personal secrets just to get even with them or simply be mean," she gulped, "and when one of my own secrets got posted, I was teased for a week."
"Thankfully, my friends didn't bother me about it and still continued to hang out with me."
Confessional Ends
The scene cut back to the Maggots, also walking through the woods together, and focused on Anne Maria and Katie at the middle of their pack.
"This is the longest I've ever gone without using an electronic," Katie droned. "How am I gonna talk to my viewers about my day and give them advice?"
"You don't need to be on a device 24/7," Anne Maria spoke to the girl.
"Easy for you to say," Katie said snottily. "You don't have to worry about vlogs since you focus on maintaining your hair."
"Ya think that's easy?" Anne Maria retorted calmly. "I have to work overtime at a diner just to buy all the hairspray that I can afford."
Confessional: Katie
"Maybe I could've been nicer there," Katie admitted, "but my subscribers can go down if I don't upload anything."
Confessional Ends
The shot cut ahead to Scarlett and Molly, the former looking like she's been listening to the conversation behind her. "Chris has created a disadvantage for us by taking away Katie's gadget right before the game!"
"True, but Chris thankfully had the decency to end the challenge before he could reveal any more of our embarrassments," Molly said.
"The host just thrives off our pain and suffering," Scarlett summarized.
"You can say that again," Molly told her. "Sociopathy is something that could be cured, but Chris is way long gone."
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"Welcome, players!" Chris announced over the loudspeaker again, the camera cutting down to ground level to show the Rats meeting up with the Maggots again. "Now that you're all here, it's time for part two of today's challenge," the host continued, the shot zooming out to show all thirteen campers standing in some sort of wide field of mud with a wooden ramp leading up off-camera on the right.
"The 'Mad Skills Obstacle Course'," Chris announced, the shot cutting to him standing on some patch of grass.
"The relay race begins with a mad dash from the Kick Start," the shot cut to the wooden platform at the other end of the ramp, where an absurdly large rubber root was connected by wooden shaft and gear to a pole sticking up out of the platform. "Forget coffee," the host said as the boot swung squeakily back and forth in demonstration, "if this baby doesn't get you goin', nothin' will."
"Then it's off to the race against time that is the Cannonball Run," Chris said, the camera following his motion further onward to another stretch of wooden platform. Several cannons situated below suddenly blew gaping holes in it, and the shot zoomed out to show several more cannons hooked up to a scaffold over the platform and aimed downward.
"Over to my personal fave," the shot moved to the end of the platform where a log had been set up to rotate on its side, "Wrecking Ball Alley! Hurts so good," he said as the camera panned across and the titular wrecking ball swung down over the rolling log.
"And moving on," the shot cut next to a few higher, disconnected, and generally precarious platforms, "we head to the Gang Plank, complete with rabid mutant beavers." The shot cut to the mud pit at the bottom where two giant wooly beavers with boney spikes along their back were busily chewing through the poles the gang plank platforms were on.
"Followed by," the shot cut to a close-up of a large, red, butt-shaped apparatus that was moving up and down, "the bouncy agony of Double Trouble." The shot zoomed out to show four of the butt-shaped things moving up and down between two platforms.
"And finally," Chris said, "the Grand Slam," the shot cut to several giant baseball bats sticking up out of the mud surrounding an equally giant baseball mitt, "where you'll use ropes to swing into the giant baseball mitt, while avoiding those deadly bats." The shot zoomed in on the mitt, then panned over to one of the bats as a small red bird flew head-first into it, knocking it out with a clonk. "Piece of cake," Chris said with a chuckle as the shot cut back to the staring and nervous campers.
"Oh, and as you may remember," the host added, "I said that the winning team from part one would have a distinct advantage in part two?"
"But there was no winner!" Sierra reminded the host. "You canceled the first part!"
"Yeah, don't remind me," Chris answered in annoyance. "The losing team was gonna wear snazzy specs while competing," he explained with a chipper smile, "but since we never actually finished the competition," he became annoyed again, "I've decided that everybody has to wear them!" He laughed, and the campers looked behind them to see Chef Hatchet holding a cardboard box.
Dave was the first to step forward, taking out one of the pairs of glasses – thick, ugly things that almost seemed to have a greenish tint to them – and put them on. His brow shot up immediately. "Hey, what's with the old glasses?" he asked. "We won't be able to see anything wearing these!" The perspective shifted to demonstrate what he was seeing, which was little more than an incredibly blurry shot of the forest and some unknown body of water.
"Dorktacular goggles won't make part two easy," Chris said, "or attractive," he shrugged, "but it can be done. In theory."
The campers groaned.
"Since the Maggots have one more player than the Rats," Chris added on, "one of them has to sit this one out."
"It should be Katie," Scarlett suggested to her team, "She's still suffering from her tech withdrawal."
"Fine by me," Molly boldly said. "I don't want her losing for us."
"Competitors, take your positions!" he said, and the footage flashed forward to show Anne Maria and Geoff together near the edge of the first platform, the jersey shore reject waving her hands in front of her face in order to see. "First up at the Kick Start it's Anne Maria against Geoff," the host said before the shot moved on to the next pair. "Then, it's DJ versus Sammy," the brickhouse and nervous cheerleader looked about before the shot pulled back to show the cannons, "versus the Cannonballs."
"Molly faces Scott in Wrecking Ball Alley," the indie chick and devious stared at each other, the former more competitively. "B is up against Scarlett in the Gang Plank," the camera cut to the base of the ladder then panned all the way up to it to the strong, silent genius and the quiet brainiac on top, "Dave and Leshawna will battle Double Trouble," the normal guy looked warily at the butt-shaped apparatus in front of him while the sista just cracked her knuckles, "and, Sierra will fight Trent for the Grand Slam." The obsessive uberfan nervously looked around while the cool guy tried to maintain his balance, the shot moving out to show the baseball mitt.
"First team to finish wins the whoooole shebang," Chris explained. "And, the other team loses a member tonight! Since it's a relay race," he added, "you'll need something to pass: your mascots," he said with a grin. "Oh, intern~!"
A scrawny white boy with his long black hair flipped over his eyes walked up to Geoff and Anne Maria holding a pair of pet carriers; whatever was inside was snarling angrily enough for the two competitors to exchange a wary look. "Team Rat gets a mutant rat," Chris announced as the intern thrust a large, squealing, six-legged hairless rat into Geoff's arms. "And Team Maggot gets," the host continued, "a mutant maggot," a large, slimy green maggot was thrust into Anne Maria's arms.
"Ew. It's a what?" Anne Maria said in surprise.
"Aaaand," Chris said as he prepared an airhorn, "go!"
At the sound of the horn the giant boot swung down on the two campers. With a yelp Anne Maria managed to duck out of the way, but Geoff was not so lucky and got sent flying with a scream. He landed in the mud between platforms, but kept the rat held high. It burped as Chris said "And Geoff gets the boot!"
Anne Maria hopped across the gap between platforms with the maggot in her arms.
"Anne Maria takes the early lead," Chris continued, and the jersey girl ran up to DJ.
"Here!" Anne Maria held out their mascot.
"I'll take this cute critter from here," DJ took the maggot from her, then turned and ran off down the course.
"Yeah, I got it goin' on," Anne Maria walked back the opposite way...and blindly fell into the gap between platforms, landing with a squelch of mud.
The shot cut to DJ as he ran along his part of the platform. He slammed face-first into a post, then recoiled a few steps. He vigorously shook his head and sidestepped around the post. He only got another two steps before a sudden cannon volley through the floor in front of him forced him to a stop with a yelp.
Now covered in mud, Geoff ran along the first part of the platform with his rat held out in front of him. He jumped the gap, and soon reached Sammy. "We're already far behind! Go!" the party boy held out their team's mascot.
"Got it!" Sammy said, grabbing the rat and running off.
"The Rats take the lead!" Chris called out as Sammy caught up to DJ at the start of the cannonball run. Another cannon fired towards them, forcing both to dart and duck out of the way.
"Okay," Sammy assured herself, "I just have to dodge a bunch of cannons that are impossible to see!" She charged forward, leaving DJ to chase after her.
"Time to try again," DJ added in.
The scene moved to Scott and Molly waiting at the start of the next leg. Sammy ran up and thrust the rat into Scott's arms, panting after she did so.
"Wow. We're in the lead? Great," Scott realized and started to walk slowly. "Nice and slow, all the way to last place. Right, little guy?" He told the rat while walking along the rolling log, but the rat bit him in the chin. He howled painfully and missed the wrecking ball swinging down at him. It caught him and sent him flying, all the way into B.
"Faster, DJ!" Molly yelled as DJ ran up to her and handed over their maggot.
"Good luck," DJ supported Molly as she headed for the rolling logs.
Scott was lying on the floor and petting the rat with B watching as the shot cut back to them.
"Aww, who's my good freak? Who's my good little freak?" Scott faux affectionately talked to the rat in order to slow them down as B was signaling him to pass it to him. "There, there, little guy. Uncle Scotty kept you safe and sound." He saw B waiting. "Oh, do you want this? Why didn't you say so, Beverly?"
Having enough, B took the rat before putting it in his pocket and jumped on to the first precariously isolated platform. It immediately started to wobble and sink, and B quietly cried out in alarm as the camera quick-panned to the base revealing the two mutant beavers making quick work of the pole, causing him to fall down into the mud. He recovered and saw the two ferocious-looking beavers he had landed next to.
Molly was looking up and back just in time to see the wrecking ball swinging towards her. She jumped up, safely grabbing on to the ball and allowing it to carry her forward. She jumped off at the extent of its swing, and sailed further on through the air.
The camera quick-panned over to B as he hastily sculpted a female beaver out of mud. The two beavers looked past the muddy feel and fell in love with it. As they ran over to hug it, B sneakily slipped past.
"And in a surprisingly touching move, B extends the Rats' lead," Chris announced out loud.
Scott was watching from where he landed. "Oh, come on!" he whined in disappointment.
"Go now!" Molly told Scarlett as she handed the maggot over, Scarlett immediately turning.
The beavers stopped hugging the mud sculptured beaver when the head fell off. Realizing that they were tricked, they soon turned vengeful.
Scarlett hopped to the first platform. It immediately wobbled thanks to the beavers gnawing the leg, taking Scarlett down.
"Alright, my brotha!" Leshawna cheered and took the rat from the tired B. "Let me take it from here."
Leshawna threw herself on to the first butt-shaped thing, landed, and bounced off it without a word. She continued on in this way, bouncing from one to the next until eventually she reached the end. "Sierra, take it!" she yelled to her teammate, the fangirl waiting with her back turned at the edge of the next platform.
Despite stretching her rat-holding arms out towards him as she fell, Leshawna was unable to make the pass-off in time before falling completely past her and landing in the mud. "What?" Sierra said as she finally turned around. "Aww. I missed the catch."
The shot cut to Leshawna face down in the mud. The mutant rat scampered out of her grasp. With a growl, Leshawna scrambled to her feet and chased after it screaming "Get back here!"
"Here you go," Scarlett told her teammate as the shot cut back to her holding the muddy and slimy maggot out to him.
"Got it!" Dave said as he reached out for the mutated larva.
It promptly vomited onto his face.
"IT THREW UP ON ME!!!" Dave freaked out and ran while one of the beavers grabbed Scarlett's head and dragged her down.
The perspective briefly changed to show the blurry obstacle that Dave was approaching, then changed back to his head-on close-up as he became visibly determined.
"The quicker I finish this, the quicker I can clean up!" Dave told himself just as he jumped onto the first butt-shaped object; he landed on his chest with a pained yelp and bounced off, continuing on painfully from one bouncy apparatus to the next until eventually he landed on his chest on the far platform with a slam and a groan.
"And Dave takes back the lead for the Maggots!" Chris announced, the camera cutting to him and Chef on their chairs. "He really doesn't like to get messy."
"Alright, it's my turn!" Trent declared confidently, turning proudly towards the end of the course.
"Hurry up!" Dave told him impatiently.
The camera panned back to the left, passing Dave and reaching Sierra just as Leshawna forced their team's mascot into her arms. "Here!" she commanded.
"Sorry I didn't catch it in time," Sierra apologized.
"It's like they say on Blackcomb Mountain. "Best glimpse of heaven's on the way into-" Trent said before reaching the giant mitt and saw how far it was. "Hello."
Meanwhile, Scarlett was in danger courtesy of the two beavers.
"I would ask if you detach from me now," Scarlett begged while a beaver took out a bottle of ketchup and licked their teeth. "I warned you," Scarlett growled before kicking both of their groins, making them moan. "If you had simply not taken me, then I wouldn't have had to resort to kicking you two. I show no sympathy."
Sierra had finally caught up to Trent in the Grand Slam. "This is like the electric eel part of the trust challenge from season one," Sierra talked to herself before grabbing one of the ropes that had been loosely tied there and swung off.
She passed between the baseball bats, and planted her feet on the baseball mitt. Sierra slowly lost her standing and fell into the mud. "Being splattered by mud is better than being electrocuted I guess," she laughed a bit.
Back at the edge of the platform, Trent grabbed the end of the other rope. He unleashed his own terrified cry as he swung blindly through the Grand Slam, and almost made it to the mitt – but slammed into one of the last bats with his legs spread wide. He painfully groaned as he slid down into the mud.
The footage skipped ahead to show a muddy Sierra running up for her second go, the ropes once again tied to a post on the side of the platform. "This time, I should swing higher. Then I'll be on the mitt for sure," the blogger discussed with herself.
"C'mon Sierra!" Geoff called out to her, the shot cutting to show him and the other Rats standing on a nearby platform without the glasses that had been forced on them. "Swing!"
Sierra grabbed one of the ropes again and jumped off. She stuck her legs out in front of her and passed by each bat in turn. However, her muddy hands caused her to fall from the rope just before she reached the mitt and she fell into the mud.
The Rats all groaned.
The camera panned past them and on to Trent, who had grabbed his own rope again and was sizing up his next swing. "My team needs the win," he told himself, tucking the maggot under his arm as he used his fingers to frame his target.
The music turned triumphant as he ran forward and swung off. He hit all the bats, and the peak of his swing put him just about over the mitt. It was then that he let go of the rope and fell down towards the goal, landing on his head as the maggot landed on top of him.
"The Maggots win!" Chris announced, and the maggot mascot threw up on the musician.
The Maggots cheered, having also discarded their glasses, while the five nearby members of the Toxic Rats groaned once more.
"To the Maggots, the spoils," Chris announced as Chef walked over to the winning team holding some kind of gift basket. "McLean Brand Soap, Shampoo, and Conditioner. Guaranteed to wash off the stink!" the host listed over a close-up of the gift basket, showing off its contents against a radiant yellow background.
"I'll definitely keep those in handy!" Dave said with a smile.
"Make sure not to hog all of it," Katie reminded him.
Confessional: Katie
"If my team was up for elimination, I probably would have been the one eliminated, and I wouldn't have my tablet with me. I dodged a bullet there," Katie cheered.
Confessional Ends
"Rats, see you at the elimination ceremony!' Chris added with his usual smile.
The five members of the Rats groaned for a third time. "I could've used the reward to wash off the mess," Leshawna groaned.
Sierra moaned as she got off the muddy floor, coughing up mud in the process. "Losing two times in a row? That's not gonna go well for my blog."
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The footage flashed ahead to all of the Toxic Rats except for B and Sierra assembled at the steps leading up to their cabin. The camera focused on Scott, who was standing on the ground in front of the others. "All right, guys. Sierra's gotta go. She lost the challenge for us, and she's more focused on using her phone than competing most of the time."
"Now hang on!" Geoff replied. "So she made a mistake and slipped up. We aren't robots. I'm thinking we should give her a second chance."
"Sierra is also a big fan of the show," Sammy said. "Voting her off this early wouldn't be fair to her."
"Fair, smhair," Leshawna muttered. "If eliminating her allows us to sleep without being disturbed by her constant texting to her friends, I'm all for it."
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The footage flashed ahead again to show the Toxic Rats at the campfire pit, Chef and Chris standing before them with their respective marshmallows.
"Ready?" Chris asked. "Everyone gets a marshmallow, even the loser!" The shot cut to a close-up of the strongbox in Chef's mitted hands. "But that's one marshmallow you do not wanna eat," Chris added as his assistant flipped the lid up and revealed the bright glowing thing inside.
"To the votes! The following people are safe," the host said, picking up the first normal marshmallow off his tray. "Geoff." The party guy caught his prize with a smile.
"Leshawna." The sista sitting next to him was next, satisfied as she caught her marshmallow.
"Scott." The devious, slumped forward, raised his free left hand and caught his prize.
"And Sammy." The nervous cheerleader allowed her marshmallow to fall into her open hands.
"Which leaves, Sierra and Bev," Chris announced, earning a nervous look from both teens.
"What?" Sierra asked in shock.
"And the Marshmallow of Loserdom goes to," Chris said, trailing off as the camera slowly zoomed in on the faces of the bottom two nervous campers.
"Sierra," the host finished.
"Me? But why?" Sierra sputtered in shock while B caught his marshmallow with his mouth.
"Don't know and don't care," Chris said. "You're out."
Sierra dodged the toxic marshmallow thrown her way. "It is what it is, but one last thing!" She whipped out her phone and snapped a photo of her and her teammates, blinding their eyesight and making them audibly yelp. "#ToxicRatsForever!" she enthusiastically claimed and ran to the Hurl of Shame.
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The footage cut over to the Dock of Shame, the camera zoomed in on Chris and Sierra in the catapult's bucket.
"Any last words before we give you the Hurl of Shame?" Chris asked.
"Of course. Can I have a self-" Sierra said before Chris unflinchingly launched her into the air. Sierra finished with a scream as she disappeared into the night.
Chris laughed. "It was a rhetorical question. Two hurls down, twelve to go! Who will be eliminated next?" he asked the camera. "Tune in, and find out, on Total! Drama! Revenge! Of! The Island!"
(Roll the Credits)

it seems like all food service jobs require cleaning bathrooms? i'm in Canada
my only reservation about jobs like starbucks or tim hortons (Canadian restaurant chain similar to Chick-fil-A or McDonalds) is that those restaurants/coffee shops' bathrooms are often the go-to place for drug users to inject needles
not all of these Starbucks/Tim Hortons stores have safe needle disposal boxes, I've heard horror stories of needles being out in the open in the washroom and employees getting pricked by needles
are these risks realistic? esp if you're working in a shady area?
that's my main reservation about jobs that require you to clean washrooms
are there any food service jobs that don't require cleaning bathrooms?
or in general, what kinds of jobs don't require you to clean bathrooms?