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Taking my 70plus parents and dog on a Great Lakes roadtrip in a couple of weeks and was looking for suggestions of nice towns and things to do focusing around Michigan Minnesota and Wisconsin.
We’re going to Niagara Falls, maybe Toronto, then definitely Isle Royale National Park, and vovageurs and then back through Milwaukee and Chicago. I’ve been to Indiana Dunes but may go just to show parents
I was wanting to do some Lake Superior and Lake Michigan shore rockhounding on the way. Thank you for any suggestions but don’t need anything for Ky, Ohio, pa, or Ny, we are just driving through

During the course of my career as an alpha Sasquatch hunting, Dogman destroying, pussy crushing, luxury watch loving dude, I have run into this particular woman a few times. She is one part uber sensuality, and the other part deadly. Yes, I am speaking about the lovely, Anna Conda. I bring her up because I had another run-in with her last year.

Anna and I first joined forces, so to speak, when she acted as a go-between in my business deal with the Chinese to sell them bigfoot parts. See, I would hunt and kill the critters, cut them up, deliver the parts to Anna, who in turn gave me a suitcase containing unmarked American hundred-dollar bills, then she would transport the bigfoot parts to the Chinese. I was never really sure of what the sneaky-ass Chinese were doing with the body parts. All I knew for sure is that they are extracting certain materials from them, then synthesizing them with some other shit, creating some sort of drug. Whether it then becomes a bio-weapon or a dick stimulant, I do not know. Neither do I care. As long as they kept the hundies coming, I was good.

Now, while Anna is of Russian descent, she is a freelancer. She will work for any sick, skeevy motherfucker out there. She does not care. She has no conscience, at least not in the traditional sense as we understand it in western civilization. Today she is working for the Chinese, and tomorrow she may be working for Hamas. She is a slippery motherfucker.

So here is how it went down. At 11:32 p.m. on a Friday in September of last year I get a call on my cell phone. When the call came in I was balls deep into this hot little lass I picked up at the bus station a little earlier in the evening from an old swarthy chap named “Colorado Joe”. He wanted to sell me the girl. I was assured she was over 20 years old. I told him I needed to take her out for a test ride, which he agreed to.

So, there I was, balls deep in “Bing Bang Yun”, and my phone rings. Of course, I silence all incoming calls not in my contacts list. Thus, I knew that I must know the caller. In mid stroke I reached over to the nightstand to retrieve my cell and looked at it. It was a call from “Sergio”. I thought, “Oh shit…. I am going to have to cut the Oriental bang circus short.” When Sergio calls, I have to respond…immediately. He has the best blow on the east coast!!

“Hey, Serge! What’s up?”, I asked. All he said was, “Hooters. 2:00 a.m.”, then hung up. This was obviously the rendezvous for the transaction. Now, understand that Serge was not talking about the chicken wing restaurant. Hooters was code, in case the feds were listening in on the line. “Hooters” meant the titty bar out on Highway 69 called “The Plump Rump”. We had a communications code we used.

It was a long haul to the titty bar, so I needed to get moving. I had no time to return the girl to Colorado Joe, so I took her with me. I had her blow me on the way to the meeting with Sergio, telling her that her performance would make the difference on whether I save her from Joe or not. Of course, after she was done I tossed her out of my speeding truck and down, over the bridge, and into the Wendigo River below. I did not need any complications in my life right now.

I arrived at The Plump Rump at 2:00 a.m. on the dot. I saw the manager, Lou Skunt, sitting at the bar when I walked inside. I nodded. He walked over and said to me, “Use my office for the meeting The parties are already in there waiting for you.” I nodded and then headed to Lou’s office. Then it hit me: Lou said the “PARTIES” are already here. That is, parties, meaning more than one person. It was not just Sergio. It was 2 or more people! Lou was probably in for a cut of whatever was about to go down.

Something was bad fucked up!! I know for a fact that Sergio never brings anyone with him on a deal, at least not with me. He is too distrustful of people to do that, and too fucking mean to need protection. Something was wrong. I was just as likely to get whacked when I enter Lou’s office as anything else. I needed a moment to think things through.

I took a spot in front of one of the performance poles to watch a young, swarthy Mexican lass perform. My mind quickly strayed from the problem at hand to this brown chick’s ass and tits. She was not a great looking chick, but her body was smoking!! I quickly became aroused. I thought to myself, “Goddamn Asian bitches!! They are just like Chinese food – after 2 hours you are ready for some more!!”

When the little Mexican chick went on break I motioned her over to my table. “Hola Senior!!”, she said. I pulled out a clear plastic baggie of blow and dropped it on the table. Her eyes grew wide and slobber starting falling from her mouth. Blow is like catnip for strippers. Thus, she fell under my spell immediately.

The next thing I know, this brown girl was on my lap, dry humping me like a feral bitch dog in heat. I had to bang her. I NEEDED to see my wang penetrating her. Just then, someone taps my shoulder hard. I look up to see Lou standing over me. He bent down and said, “Did you forget about my office, asshole?!?!?!” I replied, “Damn, Lou!! You read my mind!!!” I arose, with the little Mexican bolted onto my mid-section, and hastily retreated to Lou’s office. I figured Lou would prefer me to stain this chick in private rather than out in the open.

The door to the office opened easily. The lights were on inside. In a lustful haze, I set the little Mexican chick on her back across Lou’s desk and started pumping the shit out of her, completely unaware of the others in the room with us. In a moment I heard someone call my name. I twist my neck around to see Sergio sitting on Lou’s jizz crusted couch. I think to myself, “Oh shit! I forgot about that shit!”

I figured I would just move forward with the deal as it was proposed to me. “Hey Serge! What ya got for me, dude?”, I asked. He replied, “I have a very special deal for you. I need, uh … yeah, ……Hey, Rod, you want to stop for a moment so we can talk?” I picked up the little tamale and laid her down onto Sergio’s lap as I continued to plow her. She stayed on my cock the whole time. I told Sergio, “No, man. I’m good! Lay it on me!” Slowly, Sergio lowered his face into his palm.

Then it happened. The voice cam from behind me, in the dark corner of Lou’s office. It was velvety yet hard as steel. “Rod. Went need to talk”, it said. Even though I did not stop pumping the little brown chick, a chill went down my spine when I heard those words. It was the thick timbre of the voice, I think, that alerted me.

I turned to look across the room. There, sitting in a red leather captains chair against the wall was the source of the sultry voice: Anna Conda.

I picked up the little taco yet again and turned her around so I could face Anna as I continued pumping her. At this point the Mexican girl was merely a masturbation toy I was using. I increased my pump so I could dump my load and get this over with. Then BAMM!!!, it was over. I removed the lass from my huge rod, after which her body crumpled to the floor. I did not know if she was dead or injured, or what had happened to her. But I did not care either, so I did not dwell on it.

I tried to compose myself the best I could, then walked over to stand before Anna so I could get to the bottom of all this business. “Well, well, well. Anna Conda. We meet again. Tell me, what brings you here, to my little neck of the woods?”

Anna replied, “Rod, put your dick away.” I looked down and, indeed, I had forgotten to stow my cock. Out of pure curtesy, I packed it away. Then I returned my attention to Anna. “Alright, Anna, what’s going on here?”

Anna launched into a startling tale about what brought her to me. As she spoke I became lost in her wanton beauty. She got up from her chair and walked about the room as she relayed her story, presumably to make it more dramatic and demonstrative. I got a full-on view of her body, and it was fantastic!!

She stands 5’10’’ and weighs 105 lbs. She is lithe. She was showing it off too, wearing a black, silk dress that landed just about her ankles. The top was low-cut, betraying just a bit of cleavage from her C-cup wineglass titties. She was not wearing a bra. Anna never wears a bra. Her nips were perfectly outlined through the silk. In fact, I think her nips were hard. It was probably something she did on purpose in an attempt to influence me. It was working.

Anna’s ass was perfect. It was not at all fat, but round enough not to be skinny. It was a fit figure skater’s ass. As she walked, I could see a tiny bit of jiggle emanating from her ass flesh, and then reverberated in the silky black dress she wore. My cock began growing hard again.

Her face was beautiful. Think Scarlett Johanson and Phoebe Cates rolled into one. But any sweetness this may evoke is quickly dispelled by Anna’s throaty voice with its thick Russian accent. I have known Anna for 20 years. Yet, she still does not look a day over 25. Jesus Christ!!! If ever there was a chick to die for ….. If I was one to delve into the belief of the paranormal, then I may conclude that Anna made a deal with the devil. But, I am not such a person.
And literally, Anna Conda is a chick to die for. She is deadly as fuck. She will kill you in a split second without a thought just because she does not like the shirt you are wearing. She can do it too. She is always armed and she knows how to use her weapons. Moreover, she is a total psychopath. This makes her doubly dangerous.

Anna and I have always gotten along for the most part. Like Anna, the dollar is my primary motivating factor. Such a mindset allows for understanding and predictability among people, which are elements that are sorely missing in many business dealings today that go on in the color of darkness.

Suddenly, Anna snapped me out of my thoughts. “Here’s your gun, Rod. Now let’s get started”, said Anna. She and Sergio were halfway through the door exiting Lou’s office when I said, “Hey, wait a damned minute!!! What are you talking about?!?”

They both stopped, and Anna walked back in and looked me in the eyes, saying “The plan, Rod. Let’s get on with the plan.” A little embarrassed, I sheepishly asked, “What plan?” Anna folded her arms and looked cross at me. After a moment to allow me to simmer in my shame, she asked, “You were not paying attention, were you, Rod?” I shook my head and looked down.

I heard a hammer cock. I jerked my head back up to find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol pointed at my head that Anna was holding. I protested, “Look, it is not my fucking fault!! Put that fucking gun down!!!” I continued, “You were distracting me with …. Well.. you know, how you are dressed, and that hot, sultry voice…. You know?”

“So, instead of paying attention to the plan, you chose to eye-rape me. Is that what I am to understand your position is, Rod?”, she asked. Knowing that my life was on the line, I said, “Anna, look, you know I am horny to a fault. Then you come in here, swinging them tits around, wearing that silk dress showing off the crack of your ass…. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPENED?”

Anna lowered her gun. She knew that my explanation of being a total cocksman was truth. “Let’s go”, Anna curtly said. I obeyed.

Anna explained the plan to me again on the drive from The Plump Rump. She made me wear a blindfold so that I would not get horny during her explanation. Here is how it went:

Anna Conda was now working for the Russians. It seems that Putin caught wind of the Sasquatch project that the Chinese were working on. He also knew that the American government have been fucking with sasquatch for decades. Thus, he was very concerned about the existence of a bigfoot gap. He ordered the acquisition of a Sasquatch specimen immediately.

Moreover, said specimen must be prime. It needed to be the biggest, baddest sasquatch of them all – a true alpha – so as to speed things along. Putin did not want some weird shit-creature, is-it-a-sasquatch-or-is-it-a-dogman, kind of monstrosity. He wanted purebred, badass sasquatchery, and preferably from the American Pacific northwest.

Anna got in on it because she sold the intel to Putin about China’s Sasquatch operation. She then told Putin she could produce sasquatch corpses for him. She told him she had a contact (i.e., me). Thus, with Putin’s blessing and promises of riches to come, Anna set out to America to find me.

Now, here is where things got a bit squirrely. See, I agreed to procure some more dead sasquatch. I have no problem with killing sasquatch because, in my opinion, they are an abomination on this Earth. I kind of feel like I am doing God’s work by wiping out as many of them as I can. And given all the not-so-Godly stuff I have done, I feel like killing Sasquatch kind of offsets that to some degree.

But Anna, she was stuck on Putin’s instruction that she must supply him with apex Sasquatch. So she did not want to take my advice of heading to the Pacific Northwest or Alaska. Instead, Anna claimed to have pinpointed the whereabouts of a particularly gruesome sasquatch beast that she KNEW would win her a fortune from Putin if she brought it to him.

“So, where is this beast?”, I asked. Anna replied “Martha’s Vineyard”. I paused. Then I asked her to repeat herself. It turns out that I was not mistaken about what Anna had said. I continued, “Uh, Anna, there are no sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard, just a lot of wealth New Englander schmucks.”

Anna looked at me and told me I was wrong. Then she decided to attempt to taunt me. “Oh, Rod, mighty slayer of Bigfoot! Yet, you fail to take notice of where the biggest, most foul and rotten beast of them all makes its home. Jesus, Rod!! What kind of bigfoot hunter are you, anyway?” Anna then spit at my feet and wondered aloud whether she even needs me for this job.

I decided that I needed to straighten out the hierarchy here in order for this here deal to move forward. I said, “Well, Anna, feel free to truck on over to Old Whitey Beach and battle that beast. But, if there is a big old mangy sasquatch lurking around over there, then it is probably a fucking Nazi-Squatch. You know, those fuckers out there hate the Jews.”

The work “Nazi” visibly shook Anna. Her great grandfather died defending Leningrad. Her entire family there died of either starvation or cannibalism during Hitler’s siege during Operation Barbarossa. Anna despised Nazis. But she feared them too. After landing that punch, I decided to push my luck.

“Now, I am still willing to help you catch this here Nazi-Squatch, but you have to do something for me”, I said. Now Anna’s eyes were on me, and they were narrowing. I continued, “I want you to get bare assed naked and pleasure yourself while I stand over you and jack it.” Anna stared at me silently for a long moment. Then she replied.

“After the job is done, and you can get none of your … fluids… on me”, she said. I shook my head and countered, “Now, and I will ‘try’ to not get my spunk on you.”

However, Anna then turned the tables on me. In fact, she picked up the table and bashed my head in with it. She looked me in my eyes, then matter-of-factly said, “You get the beast, and your prize shall be a night with me, anything goes, darling.” Well, since this caused all of the blood to immediately drain from my brain, I had a lapse in judgment. “DEAL!!”, I said. Then we shook on it.

“OK, tell me more about this supposed monster sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard”, I said. I still was not ready to believe there was a monster out there. “I show you photo”, said Anna. She took out her phone, scrolled to find the photo, then handed the phone to me. “There. Sasquatch”, she said.

I stared at the photo and remained silent. After a long moment, I turned the phone so that Anna could see the photo and asked, “Uh, Anna, is THIS what you intended to show me?” She replied. “Yes! There…Sasquatch! The biggest, grossest monster around.”

Now, I could not argue with Anna that the image on her phone is a big, gross monster. Hell, it could actually be a sasquatch, and THE UBER sasquatch. It is most certainly the grossest thing on Martha’s Vinyard. But I somehow do not think this is what Putin is expecting.

I turned to Anna and said, “Anna, this is a photo of Michelle Obama. I know it looks vile, and has a huge, hulking body with large appendages where a woman should not have them. But, sweatheart, that ain’t no sasquatch. That’s a big, hairy Chicago street negro.”

Anna did not believe me at first. She was hard in her conviction that Obama was a sasquatch. “I have seen the Sasquatch beast you deliver to me for China. This … Michelle Obama …. It is big, and hairy, and ugly like the sasquatch beast, but worse.”

When the truth finally set it, I could see that it had kind of broken down poor Anna, if only just a bit. I put my arm around Anna and told her, “Look, Michelle O fooled you. Hell, she and her Hamas Hubby fooled millions of Americans, twice! At least you saw Michelle for what she is, to wit: a big, gross sasquatch, and NOT some kind a retarded leftist messiah.”

After that, things took a rather dark turn. “What if we still take her to Putin? We can make deal; sell her to Putin!!” At this point I held up my hands and said, “I’m out”, then turned and walked away. Anna followed, trying to get me to stay. At this point, I could tell that Anna was coming undone a little.

See, she had to produce for Putin. There is no telling what kind of secret deal she actually had with him. She had to deliver a big old mangy Obama …. Er, uh, I mean … Sasquatch, to Putin.

“Ok, Rod, we do your plan. We go out west to kill bigfoot. Huge, monster bigfoot. she said. I turned and looked Anna in her eyes and said the following: First, we bang for 48 hours straight, right now, so I can get my fill of you. Second, you pay me $10,000.00 cash upfront. Third, upon delivery of the dead bigfoot, you pay me $1 million immediately.”

Anna agreed to everything, but noted that at the present time it was her “time of the month”. I grimaced, as I will absolutely not go there (and she knows that). “Fine, next week we bang”, I said. She pointed out that I would be in the woods next week hunting sasquatch. “Fine, once I come out of the woods, then we bang – 48 hours straight”, I said. “Of course, darling!”, she agreed.

Well, it took several days to set up the hunt, but it finally happened. I was in Washington state at high elevation based on intel I has acquired that indicated that there was a monstrous 15’ tall sasquatch on the mountain range that had been murdering and eating hunters and hikers. After 3 months in these mountains without a trace of the creature I began to lose hope, thinking that I probably got some bad intel, or bad coordinates.

I got my satellite phone out to call for an extraction. Winter was setting in fast, and if I did not get off this mountain soon, then I would freeze and/or starve to death. Unfortunately, my contact did not answer. I tried for 2 days. No answer. I had been fucked. I wondered what had happened back in civilization that caused me to be abandoned like this. I resolved that I would get off that mountain and get to the bottom of this shit. There would be hell to pay for this betrayal!!’

I was able to get in touch with contacts from back home. I got old Billy Ray from Ellijay and Rattler on the phone and got them to come out here to Washington State to extract me. Rattler use to fly helicopters in the Army. He has an old Huey sitting in his front yard, to the chagrin of his HOA. He fired that sucker up, and him and old Billy Ray flew out here to my coordinates and extracted me.

After landing at a convenience store to buy some beer for the flight home, we headed east. Through the skies a way, Billy Ray said, “Well, Rod, I guess you is bout ready to git back home to Georgia, eh?” In fact, I was ready to go home. But I had to take care of some business first. I told them both to take me to New York City. They were both perplexed. All I said to them was “I have an old friend there I have to see before I can go home.”

I have intel on where Anna Conda stays when she is in the United States. She stays at certain hotels depending on what month she is here, and whether her check-in date is an odd or even number. This is for undercover work. I came across the code for her stays while doing the sasquatch work for China. She an I were caught in a snowstorm one night in Buffalo, NY, and had to share a room at the Holiday Inn near the airport. We had like 10 big Igloo ice chests with iced down sasquatch body parts with us in the room.

Anna was like, “No hanky panky, Rod. I am tired and I want to go to bed. Tomorrow we finish business.”

Frankly, I did not blame her for withholding her magnificent muff from me. I was tired as hell. But, I could not settle for nothing. So, when Anna was in the bathroom taking a shower, I started going through her suit case. I wanted to find some of her panties to jack off into. Instead, I found a little black notebook. Inside it contained her lodging codes, and some other interesting things. I photographed the contents with my phone and then put it back.

When Anna got out of the shower she was already dressed in her night clothes. She saw me lying on my back, nude on the bed, and jacking it. “Rod!! GROSS!!!! Go to the restroom to do that shit!!!”, she commanded. I just did it to get a rise out of her. LOL!!

So, if Anna is still inside the U.S., then using the codes I stole from her I can locate precisely where she will be that night. I studied it for a few moments then had my answer. Tonight she would be staying at the Dogman Inn on Hwy 95 South, Room 355. I told Rattler to get me there stat!

We had to stop several times for fuel and beer. Those Hueys go just a bit over a hundred MPH, you know. But eventually, we got there. I gave the boys some money and told them to go to the Waffle House for some coffee to sober up. Then they would fly me home.

I should mention that I also had Rattler’s fully auto Russian AK-74 with spare mags. During the long flight with 2 drunks from Washington State to New York City, I had worked myself up into a towering rage over how Anna fucked me on this Putin deal. She had clearly thrown me aside. But for what, exactly? I figured I would storm the hotel room, get some answers, then shower the room with gun fire.

I busted through the door of Room 355 at exactly 3:35 a.m. There she was. My entry roused her from slumber. I was pointing my rifle at her, center mass. She was shocked at the appearance of a gunman in her room at this time of night. However, she was not as shocked as one would think (this was not the first time something like this has happened to her).

I raised my face from the receiver just enough so she could see it was me. “Rod!!!”, she exclaimed. “What happened to you?!?!? I thought you had died up in those mountains when we never hear from you!” I replied, “Shove it up that cute little ass of yours, Anna. You fucked me. And not in the good way. What the fuck was all that shit about needing a sasquatch for Putin?!?”

Anna played dumb. But it struck me that I had been deliberately put out of the loop for 3 months. Why? Who wanted me away for that long, and why? What went on in my absence?!? I was just dying to know!!! I set my rifle down and pulled out my fixed blade knife, ready to get down to some real nasty work on Anna so I could get some truth. The pure evil of what I was about to do to her caused a wide death grin to grow on my face. Anna saw it. She knew what it meant. She swallowed hard and her eyes betrayed the shear terror she felt inside. I was engorged with blood lust. She knew she had fucked up one time too many this time!!

Suddenly came the sound of the toilet in the bathroom flushing. I was momentarily shocked. I did not expect anyone else to be there with Anna. Anna saw it in my face. I glanced at her and saw that the terror in her face was replaced with pleasure, a slight smile creeping over her face.

I was going to have to face off against this person in the bathroom, who would be out in a split moment. When I do that, I will have to turn 180 degrees from Anna, thereby making me vulnerable to her. I had only once choice: Shoot Anna first.

Just as this came to me, but just before I could act on it, the bathroom door opened. I had to deal with that person before Anna now. I spun around to see that it was a completely nude, and fat, white man. He was a real oafish blob. He looked surprised to see me. He also looked sort of familiar.

I next heard the crack of something hitting my skull hard. I remember the immediate hateful pain that shot through my body and the sound of blood rushing through my ears. I remember the dizziness, then falling to the floor. Clearly, as I fixed on the man from the bathroom, Anna had cracked me over the head with a blunt object.

I came to the next morning, Billy Ray and Rattler had manage to track me down based upon coordinates I left in the chopper that said “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY”. Billy Ray filled up the hotel room ice bucket with cold water and doused my head with it to bring me conscious. I was disoriented at first. But after a bit, what happened in this room the night before came back to me.

Honestly, I am surprised that Anna did not just kill me. I presume that she thinks she can leverage her drop-dead hotness to get me to do more shit for her in the future. She is absolutely right about that too. Rattler then said, “Hey, Rod, that snake bitch left a letter fer ya.”

He handed me the letter. This is what it said:
____________________________________________

“Dear Rod:

Sorry about the boo boo on your head. Hope it heals soon. Also sorry about leaving you in the mountains. I was not running a scam on you Rod. Rather, an opportunity arose for me to acquire a sasquatch body from another person. You may know him since you are a sasquatch hunter. His name is Matt Moneymaker. Anyway, until next time…..

Yours truly,
Anna Conda”
_____________________________________________
I could not fucking believe it. That was fatfuck Moneymaker in the hotel room earlier. Anna fucked Matt Fatfuck Moneymaker for a Sasquatch! That fat son of bitch!!

Billy Ray asked, “You ready to go Rod?” I stood up and said, “Yeah, let’s go.” Then Rattler said, “Hey, ya wanna stop and git some beer fer the ride home?” I replied “Hell yeah.”

I felt like I wanted to die. Thank God for beer and buddies. I don’t blame Anna. She is a fucking snake, and I knew that before this started. Also, I cannot really blame fatfuck Moneymaker for wanting to get some of that hot poon pie Anna serves up. I guess I have to blame fate for fucking me over this time. I even started thinking that next time I will just avoid Anna. But I know I won’t, thus making me subject to this sort of shit again. I had Rattler set us down in Charlottesville so I could buy some hard liquor.

Så, jeg har de sidste par år brugt en ret lusset powerbank som jeg fik i fødselsdagsgave af min moster. Det er sådan en typisk lufthavns powerbank, og kunne holde lige omtrent 1.5 opladning, indtil den ikke kunne. Tror det er en blanding af at den snart er 6 år gammel og at min nye telefon har et rigtig dårligt batteri.
Men uanset hvad, så har jeg haft lyst til at købe en ny powerbank, bare for praktikalitetens skyld, og så skal jeg også ud at rejse en del i sommeren, hvor en powerbank bliver rigtig nyttig. Så jeg føler at der er intet tidspunkt som nu at købe en, og da Roskilde Festival er min første "tur" i en kæde af mange, så synes jeg vel det er den perfekte anledning til at få anskaffet en.
Man kan selvfølgelig hoppe på google og det har jeg gjort. Jeg skal dog lige sætte mig ind i hvad det meste af det der tekniske hurlumhej betyder. Jeg har også kigget lidt i Elgiganten og Power, men syntes at det meste der lå sådan tydeligt fremme bare lignede noget billigt bras.
Så jeg vil høre hvad folket kan anbefale! Hvilken powerbank bruger DU, ja dig! Jeg leder efter en meget robust én, som helst også skal kunne holde på strømmen et par dage uden brug (min nuværende bliver tom på en uges tid, selv hvis den ikke er i brug), og så må den meget gerne have lidt ekstra stik og være nem at pakke. Jeg tænker at mit budget ligger i en 400-600 kroner, men du fyrer bare hvad du bruger, og så kan jeg se om det er prisen værd. Jeg har slet ingen erfaring med køb af powerbanks, så jeg er lidt åben til hvadsomhelst!
Og så ønsker jeg sgu også en god RF24. Det bliver min tredje gang!

I was on 2.5mg for 4 weeks and am half way through first week on 5.
Appetite is way down, certain foods even make me feel a bit sick. I've completely given up Pepsi Max which is mad for me, and drinking 2 litres of water a day. My diet is generally good. I don't have a sweet tooth, prefer savory. I don't exercise loads but walk my dog and swim.
I haven't lost a pound.
I had WLS 5 years ago and lost 8 stone but have regained every pound. I can still only manage small amounts of food so am defo not stuffing ny face.
I just don't know what else I can do and am feeling so low.

Hej Karrieremonopolet
Har netop underskrevet en ansættelsesaftale med en arbejdsgiver, dog er jeg lige blevet kontaktet af en headhunter vedr. en meget spændende stilling. Har været ærlig overfor headhunteren, at jeg er i proces med en ny arbejdsgiver med start her senere i sommeren. Jobbet i denne stilling er også attraktiv, både indholdsmæssigt og ift. komp. Men ha tilkendegivet over for headhunteren, at jeg synes den ‘nye’ stillingen lyder spændende og jeg ikke er afvisende overfor ideen om at skifte spor, hvis vi formår at finde hinanden.
Min tanke er, at jeg først skal afklare om den ‘nye’ stillingen overhovedet er en reel mulighed før jeg tager stillingen om jeg skal hoppe fra det andet job, som jeg har takket ja til. Et eller andet sted har jeg det lidt ambivalent med at evt. at skulle hoppe fra en aftale (er klar over jeg brænder en bro, hvis jeg hopper fra), men på den side er det min karriere og fremtid, og man er vel sin egen lykkes smed? Vil høre om der andre der har input eller erfaring sådanne processer, herunder om det har bidt en i røven at hoppe fra et job inden jobstart 🤓🤓

Burner account, da jeg ønsker at være anonym.
Hej Reddit.
Jeg skriver til jer som en af de sidste udveje jeg føler jeg har. Jeg er i vildrede over en økonomisk situation, jeg er blevet sat i af en ekskæreste. Jeg har svært ved at finde ud af hvilke retmæssige muligheder jeg står med nu, så hvis der er nogen med en god viden indenfor retsområdet, ville jeg håbe i gav jer tid til at læse og kommentere på min situation og muligheder - eller i det mindste bare lytte til min histore.
Noget baggrundshistorie, som er vigtig for sagen:
Jeg møder min eks i juli 2018. Vi bliver meget hurtigt glade for hinanden, og ret hurtigt bruger vi al tid sammen. I denne periode er jeg produktionsmedarbejder og min eks er angiveligt teamleder hos Codan forsikring.
Han havde i starten af vores forhold boet hos sine forældre, da hans gamle lejlighed angiveligt var under renovation pga. vandskade. - Det er vigtigt at understrege at jeg aldrig har været i eller set denne lejlighed, eller set dokumentation for at han reelt boede der. Jeg tog jo hans ord for gode. Jeg havde jo ikke regnet med min kæreste løj.
Et par måneder inde i forholdet flyttede vi midlertidigt hjem til mine forældre. Her begyndte han at låne penge af mine forældre. Han havde tit brug for mange kontanter ret hurtigt og spontant. Det viste sig at han havde et ret ekstremt misbrug af benzodiazepiner (kraftige morfin piller som f.eks. tramadol, oxycontin osv.)
Her kommer det som selv fortryder mest. Han fik mig lokket ind i samme type misbrug. Jeg var ung, naiv, dum og fortryder det meget. Jeg er i dag clean på 4. år.
Vi ledte intenst efter lejlighed i Århus eller omegn. Jeg ville gerne tage en uddannnelse, og ville tættere på mulighederne nordpå, da jeg kommer fra en mindre provinsby uden så mange muligheder. Vores lejligheds søgning følte jeg var meget intens. Han tog hurtigt styringen, og fandt mange indflytnings muligheder. Jeg var desperat efter at flytte, så jeg stolede på ham. Vi flyttede hurtigt ind i en studiebolig som vi lejede. Den var meget lille, så vi ledte videre. Så begyndte perioden med lejligheds scammet. Vi endte med at flytte ud i en allerede møbleret lejlighed, som var meget flot, og billig. Jeg fik at vide at det var en lejlighed han havde fået igennem sin chef hos Codan. Senere opdagede jeg at lejligheden faktisk tilhørte en kvinde der havde været bortrejst i en periode, og havde kun fremlejet til os i et halvt år. En dag stod hun i døren, og var forvirret over hvorfor vi ikke var flyttet ud endnu.
Vi havde lige inden hendes ankomst slået op, da jeg fandt ud af han havde været mig utro. Jeg havde alligevel planer om at flytte hurtigt ud, hvilket fortalte jeg også hende, der ejede lejligheden. Hun udtrykte, at det nok var godt, jeg kom væk.
En dag mødte politiet op på vores adresse, imens jeg var i skole. Jeg kommer hjem imens politiet er hos os. De snakker med ham. Jeg aner ikke hvad der er sket. Jeg får heller ikke af vide hvorfor de er der. De tager ham med på stationen og beholder ham i flere timer. Han kommer hjem sent om aftenen og er meget glad. Han smider en stak papirer på bordet og siger “I beat the case!”. Jeg ved på dette tidspunkt stadig ikke hvad der skete, men var bare glad for at han var hjemme. Til den dag i dag ved jeg stadig ikke hvorfor de tog ham med.
Imens vi boede i lejligheden er jeg senere blevet gjort opmærksom på at han havde brugt samme lejlighed til at scamme folk. Dette ved hjælp af falske lejekontrakter. Jeg opdagede først mange år senere, at kontant havde lavet et helt afsnit om lejlighedssvindel netop om min ekskæreste, og der er videoer af selv samme lejlighed jeg boede i på dette tidspunkt. Jeg anede ikke at dette foregik. Jeg følte mig virkelig ført bag lyset. Jeg følte sådan en skyld i at så mange mennesker var blevet snydt, og alt dette skete om ørerne på mig uden jeg opdagede det. Han viste altid kun lejligheden frem, imens jeg ikke var hjemme. I samme afsnit af kontant bliver der også sagt at han sidder i fængsel for svindel med indskud til lejligheder.
Da jeg flyttede fra ham i november 2019, begyndte der efter noget tid at dukke breve op fra kreditorer omkring kviklån. Jeg har aldrig i mit liv selv oprettet et kviklån, og har altid været meget imod den måde at låne penge på. Jeg havde derfor svært ved at forstå jeg pludselig fik rykkere fra stort set alle kviklånsfirmaer i kan forestille jer. Alle lån var ca. imellem 3000-5000 kr. Enkelte helt oppe på 10.000. Jeg fik mange breve, som var rykkere på lån der var optaget i sommeren 2018. Det vil sige der, hvor vi mødte hinanden. Det første lån var optaget 5 dage efter jeg mødte ham. Jeg gik alle rykkere igennem. Der var meget lidt information om de oplysninger, der var givet til kreditorerne. Enkelte rykkere oplyste mig om telefonnumre og mails. Ingen af disse mails eller numre var mine, og det var heller ikke de samme mails der var blevet brugt på nogle af sagerne. Det var tydeligt at det var “burner mails”, da de eksempeltvis kunne hedde “[Lortlort15@gmail.com](mailto:Lortlort15@gmail.com)”. Jeg indsamlede alle informationer jeg kunne finde og meldte det til politiet. Jeg fik ringet til alle de kreditorer jeg var bekendt med på dette tidspunkt. De fleste var heldigvis forstående og satte mine sager i bero imens efterforskningen fandt sted. Dette var ca maj 2020.
Så var der stille i en lang periode. Jeg blev en dag ringet op at af efterforsker, der spurgte mig om jeg vidste hvor min eks kunne befinde sig. Jeg fortalte ham at jeg havde cuttet kontakten til ham i januar 2020, men da jeg kendte navnet på hans forældre og deres adresse, oplyste jeg dem om dette.
Fast forward til november 2023, hvor jeg modtager en mail på e-boks om at min sag er forældet og at de derfor ikke ville foretage yderligere efterforskning. Samtidig modtager jeg en mail fra en af kreditorerne om at de nu genoptager min gæld, da sagen hos politiet nu er slut. Der bliver i samme mail givet udtryk for at jeg “bare kunne have passet bedre på”, hvis jeg ikke ville scammes. Da lånene blev oprettet skulle man dengang kun oplyse mail, telefon, navn og NemId. Da han har brugt falske numre og mails, er jeg 100% sikker på at han har fundet mit nøglekort til NemID og derved luret sig til resten af mine loginoplysninger.
Så opretter jeg en ny sag. Jeg indsamler mere evidens end før, og sender det politiets vej.
I marts 2024 modtager jeg endnu en besked i e-boks. Denne gang fra Danmarks Domstol. Jeg er blevet sagsøgt af samme lånefirma, som praktisk talt victimblamede mig for at få stjålet min identitet.
I mailen på e-boks bad Retten mig om at kvittere for sagen, så de vidste jeg havde set den. Dette gjorde jeg med det samme.
I går, d. 12.05.2024, tjekker jeg min postkasse. Der ligger 2 breve. Det ene er en domsrykker og et girokort, og det andet er en meddelses om registrering i RKI. I domsrykkeren står der at sagen er blevet dømt, og at jeg var udeblevet fra retssagen. På intet tidspunkt er jeg blevet indkaldt til retten. Hverken på e-boks eller telefonisk eller via brev. Men i sidste ende står jeg nu med en gæld på ca. 88.000 kr., selvom jeg aldrig har optaget et lån til at starte med.
Jeg er heller ikke blevet tilbudt muligheden for at kontakte en advokat.
Jeg har været inde og læse sagen igennem, og der er ingen af mine oplysninger udover mit navn og adresse i sagen. Der er ikke angivet telefonnummer, mails, eller lignende. Der er heller ikke angivet hvilke kreditorer at gælden skulle stamme fra, udover “Alektum Group”, som er et inkassofirma. I alle de rykkere og breve, som Alektum har sendt mig, har der været angivet et falsk telefonnummer. Mit gæt er, at min eks havde et taletidskort, som han brugte. Nummeret eksisterer ikke længere. Sagen om sagsøgningen mod mig står som værende afsluttet, men ikke dømt. Dog har jeg alligevel modtaget en e-boks besked fra Danmarks Domstole, om at jeg skal betale 21.505 kr. Jeg har heller ikke hørt fra politiet ang. min anmeldelse jeg lavede (igen) tilbage i januar 2024.
Jeg ved godt det er en lang og kompliceret situation, men jeg håber virkelig der er nogen der kan hjælpe på den ene eller anden måde, da det er meget svært at navigere i på egen hånd.
Om ikke andet, hvis du selv har oplevet har oplevet noget lignende skal du vide at du ikke står alene.
Hvad gør jeg herfra?

BRAVO

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• Who is Lindsay Hubbard Dating? She Declares She's "Very Satisfied in the Bedroom" (Bravo)
• 'Summer House's Jesse Solomon on Season 8's 'Juicy' Reunion and Sharing His Cancer Story on TV (ET exclusive)
• ‘Summer House’ Star Jesse Solomon Recalls Breaking Down In Tears In Front Of West Wilson: “It Was By Accident” (Decider exclusive)
• Bravo’s Jesse Solomon Was Nervous to Watch Breakdown Over Cancer Scare on ‘Summer House’ (US Weekly exclusive)
• 3 minute video: 'Summer House' star Jesse Solomon unpacks Kyle Cooke's explosive outburst Virtual Reali-tea (Page Six YouTube)
• 'Summer House: Martha's Vineyard's Jasmine Ellis Cooper Promises 'Clarity' at Cast's First Reunion (ET exclusive)
• Ariana Madix Glows at Her DSW Shoe Collaboration as ‘VPR’ Reunion Looms (Showbiz CheatSheet)
• Ariana Madix Teases Life After Vanderpump Rules (E! exclusive)
• Ariana Madix Fires Back at Love Island Fan's Host Criticism: "Doing What I Do Best" (Bravo)
• ‘SNL’ Dings Tom Sandoval Again in ‘Weekend Update’ Segment, Now Implying He’s a ‘Parasite’ (US Weekly)
• Lisa Vanderpump stuns in a blazer and jeans at the 7th annual World Dog Day celebration with husband Ken Todd in West Hollywood (Daily Mail)
• Kristen Doute weighs in on the future of ‘Vanderpump Rules’: Season 11 felt ‘very final’ (NY Post exclusive)
• Is Jax Taylor Moving on From Brittany? Why He’ll “Never Date” Anyone Again (Bravo)
• Jax Taylor Hints The Valley’s ‘Cutest Couple’ Danny and Nia Booko’s Relationship Isn’t Perfect (US Weekly)
• Former Miss USA Nia Sanchez Reacts to Noelia Voigt and UmaSofia Srivastava's Resignations (ET exclusive)
• Craig Conover explains why he invested in alcohol brand competing with friend Kyle Cooke’s Loverboy (Page Six exclusive)

NEW JERSEY

• Danielle Cabral hasn’t spoken to Teresa Giudice since falling out after ‘RHONJ’ Season 14 wrapped (Page Six exclusive)

NEW YORK

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BEVERLY HILLS

• ‘Real Housewives of Beverly Hills’ Star Dorit Kemsley Explains PK Separation: ‘S–t Happens’ (US Weekly)
• Mauricio Umansky Reveals Kyle Richards’ Status on RHOBH Season 14, Plus He Reacts to Dorit and “PK” Kemsley’s Split (Reality Blurb)
• DWTS’ Emma Slater Hopes Former Partner Mauricio Umansky Will ‘Be in My Life Forever’ (US Weekly exclusive)
• Crystal Kung Minkoff Talks Life After Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Where She Might Be Headed Next (People exclusive)
• Padma Lakshmi, Halsey, Saweetie and Lucy Liu dazzle with high-octane glamour as they lead stars at Gold Gala honoring Asian-Pacific achievement - with Crystal Kung Minkoff in attendance (Daily Mail)
• Annemarie Wiley Warns Former RHOBH Co-Star Crystal Kung Minkoff About ‘Karma’ (Heavy)
• 3 minute video: Lisa Rinna REVEALS Recent Reunion with Some ‘RHOBH’ Ladies (Exclusive) (Extra TV YouTube)
• Harry Hamlin Says His Daughter Is 'Pitching' Him to Be PEOPLE's Sexiest Man Alive Again (People exclusive)
• Kathy Hilton confirms husband Rick’s favorite chicken dish at Cheesecake Factory after viral video mystery (Page Six exclusive)

MIAMI

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Links to this week's episode discussion posts:

• RHONJ S14E2 🍝
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• VPR S11E15🍸
• The Valley S1E8 🏘️

Hej med jer,
Jeg ved ikke om det er det rette sted at poste, men jeg håber nogen kan hjælpe.
Min kæreste og jeg går og drømmer om at købe ny, eller måske brugt bil, men vi er rigtig meget i tvivl om vi er klar til at gå all in på elbil, eller om vi skal gå hybrid vejen.
Biler som vi har kigget på:
Toyota camry hybrid (2021) - 320.000 Ioniq 6 - 360.000-390.000 (minimum advanced) BYD Seal 360.000 Tesla model 3 - (usikker på pris)
Vi har været ude og prøve både camry og ioniq, og de er begge 2 super lækre. Dog er camry’en en del billigere og det har også meget at sige.
Vi er splittede i forhold til at vi bor i lejlighed og derfor ikke har mulighed for at få installeret privat ladestander.
Men jeg har også hørt at hybrid biler (måske er det kun plug-in?) er meget dyre i reparation. Men Toyota er en pålidelig bil, så går den i stykker? Vi er virkelig ikke særlig kloge på biler, og som i ved, så er bilforhandlerne kun interesseret i at sælge biler og derfor føler jeg de ikke er pålidelige i forhold til de bekymringer man har.
Men burde vi vente? Hvad tænker folk?
På forhånd tak og rigtig god dag.

Et familiemedlem gjorde mig for nylig opmærksom på, at det muligvis ikke er det bedste tidspunkt at investere 139.000 kr. i en helt ny ASK og i MSCI og SP500 ETF'er. De påpegede, at disse to indekser, som ETF'erne følger, allerede har haft en stærk præstation tidligere på året. Derfor er der en risiko for, at de kan falde i værdi i de kommende måneder, hvilket ville være frustrerende at opleve umiddelbart efter en stor investering.
I stedet blev det foreslået, at jeg investerer beløbet månedligt (f.eks. 15.000 kr. over de næste 9 måneder). Dog bekymrer jeg mig om at gå glip af op til 9 måneders profit.
Hvad er jeres holdning til dette?