Before completing, move your 4 star and 5 star duplicates to another account- your wife, your girlfriend, your sister or mother or whoever, just don’t leave it and give to Scopely! Or hang 5 trades before moving over and have them canceled when you open new album. Better yet, gift them!
This way, sticker supply will not reduce so much and make trading easier for all of us as we move to our 2nd or 3rd albums. Less rants, more trades! Cheers! 😅

Four days after my husband’s surgery, and I know you might be a prostate cancer patient’s wife if you cheer when he first passes gas and again, when he first manages to poop after surgery.
Will also cheer when the catheter is removed.
I’ve decided those are the big three week after surgery goals/moments.
Gas. Poop. No longer peeing into a bag.
In the morning of the fourth day after surgery, he came out of the bath and said h felt like a toddler who just managed to poop in the potty for the first time.
I cheered and asked if I should give him a gold star sticker, because it was a Potty Chart and little star stickers that finally got our son potty trained.
His whole attitude about it was, What’s in it for me?
Stars on a chart?
Okay. That was enough for him.
If you can’t tell, I’m still practically giddy with relief that surgery is over and at how well my husband is doing four days post op.
Our report for anyone facing or their wives this:
First 28 hours were rough, painful, swollen abdomen and feeling the pressure of the gas used to inflate the abdomen for surgery. If the drs can pump it in, why can’t they pump it out? For some reason, they can’t. Has to come out on his own.
He had to be there very early and it took forever for them to have a room clean and someone to transport him to the regular room after the recovery room, so I was there for 14 hours surgery day.
Wasn’t there yet next morning when dr came through, so I didn’t get to ask questions and he didn’t or maybe was still fuzzy after surgery and pain meds. Wish I’d been there.
Also, he was in pain and if I’d been there, I would have spoken up more to get them to try something more for his pain sooner, which is what I did when I got there. You just have to keep saying what he’s taking isn’t working to everyone until someone gives him something different.
Oxy wore off way too soon before he could have another dose. Morphine did nothing. High dose anti inflammatories did it. Much, much more comfortable.
He did great with walking first day and wasn’t uncomfortable walking. It was lying flat and the process of going from lying down to sitting and sitting to standing that was uncomfortable. Lend a strong arm for that. Also for bending over. Help getting pants, shoes and socks on, once he’s wearing those.
Second day, he didn’t walk as much because they said early they were discharging him, so he got dressed and sat down to wait to go home, but nothing happens fast in a hospital. Long wait, and once he got home, he was tired, took a long nap. So not a lot of walking that day. Don’t think you’ll get discharged fast and not walk.
Third day, he overdid it with the walking and was uncomfortable and in some pain for part of the night. Finally felt ready to poop, but couldn’t.
He worked a bit at home office Saturday and Sunday, refused narcotics after first day in hospital and was clear headed enough to work a bit.
Expected to do a full day of work Monday (don’t even ask me why or try saying some people actually take more than two full days off after surgery). Sore and tired from night before, but then …
Poop!
Cheers!
Relief!
Took a nice nap. Back at work now.
Will whisper this part, not wanting to jinx it: he hasn’t complained much about the catheter and it doesn’t seem to be bothering him as much I thought it might. Fine with leg bag during the day, except it making napping difficult because the leg needs to stay lower than the pelvis, but didn’t want hassle of switching to big overnight bag.
Definitely get the 5 gallon bucket for overnight bag to keep bag dangling and catch any leaks from the bag.
He needed help switching the bags first three days because of how high the connection point was for switching the bags. Just awkward to handle without being able to bend and see. Same with buttoning and unbuttoning the elastic straps on the leg bag.
Pick a spot for the little blue caps to cover the opening on the urine bags when not in use. They’re small and you don’t want to lose them. Have to keep the bag capped so no germs can get into them.
All in all, post op has been easier than I expected. Husband is 66, but active and in good shape. Think that made this a lot easier to tolerate and recover.

Hello everyone,
Tldr, i have a few photos of a friend who passed away in a motorcycle crash a few days ago. It's tradition to make a "In memoriam" sticker and circulate it among friends in our scene.
The job I have in mind will require someone to photoshop pictures I have of my friend and his project car into a picture something like this --- But I'm also open to see what you can do with what I have. I trust your vision.
I'm willing to spend up to $50. Gonna hire 2 artists.
Cheers.

To clarify, I worked for the state, driving a white van that transported police officers along with dangerous apprehended criminals from the station to a high security prison. These criminals included serial killers, sex offenders and other such abominations. The van had eight seats in total, two at the front separated from six at the back by a thick transparent plastic panel for driver protection. I was never specifically told the crimes they had committed, but the drive could be over an hour long, which meant I often had enough to gauge from their conversations and ramblings. Some would yell and try to fight the police or escape during the ride, but the van was built rock solid to account for those types. Some were child abusers, molesters, remorseless killers who gloated about their sins. Others would beg the police to let them go.
I was disgusted by these people, but never disturbed to the point of wanting to quit. After ten years on the job, nothing fazed me anymore. In fact, I was proud of what I did. The more horrific the person, the more I liked the idea of sending them off to get what they deserved.
That was until one day, when a calm, well groomed young man was apprehended and brought to the van.
Four police officers accompanied him. He was dressed in a tailored blue suit and had shiny brown slicked-back hair. Couldn't have been older than thirty. At first, I mistook him for a manager or lawyer from a distance, before noticing he had both hands behind his back. He nodded politely as he passed my window, and was taken to the back. They unfolded the seats and sat down, and the door was slammed shut. I started the engine.
"This ride's an hour and a bit. You're not going to give us any trouble, are you son?" Asked one of the officers.
"Course not. You guys don't get paid nearly enough for that," said the man in the suit. A few of the policemen scoffed.
"You're right on that one," another officer said, rolling his eyes.
"My uncle used to be a cop. Ironic, I know," the man in the suit replied nonchalantly, still handcuffed. "But when he started, there were fifty in his division. Now there's about ten. Makes you wonder if all the tax money is going to nuclear warheads instead."
"Wouldn't be surprised," one officer mumbled to another, shaking his head.
"My lawyer told me not to say that because it might piss you off, but I told him you'd all let me go as soon as you heard it."
The policemen guffawed, the entire van erupting with laughter. I wondered what was so funny. Whatever crime he had committed, this man was bantering without a care, while being deported to face life in prison or possibly the death penalty. He cracked a few more jokes, and they were wrapped around his little finger. A while later, he caught my eye in the rear view mirror.
"You must hear all sorts of crazy stories," said the suited man, talking directly to me.
"Imagine being an Uber driver, but all the passengers kill people. I'd watch that reality show," he continued. "Still, it must be satisfying in a weird sort of way. Bringing them all to justice, literally."
"Yeah, sick people like you," I replied.
He stared at me through the mirror. I felt a chill out of nowhere. My blood ran cold, and I instantly regretted opening my mouth.
"Sick people like me?"
There was silence for a few seconds. The cops looked at each other awkwardly. I kept quiet.
"Well, cheers to you on behalf of all the sick people like me then," he finally said. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. "I mean it. If it weren't for you, we'd all have to walk to prison. Wouldn't wanna drop the soap after that hike."
"He must be fun at parties," a cop smirked. I realised the cop was referring to me.
They all laughed again. For the rest of the journey, they talked about politics, stories about other prisoners and how early they could leave for work. They had an odd chemistry with him. The policemen acted very differently to how they usually did. They usually tried to bully the criminals, or scare them into a confession. On the contrary, this time it almost seemed like they were all at a big dinner party, and I wasn't invited. Perhaps they were getting some entertainment while they could, or they were intimidated by him and didn't want to admit it, I thought. Some serial killers were notorious for being charming, after all. Everyone's heard of Ted Bundy. I realized that even after all that chat, I still had no idea what crime he had committed.
When we arrived, I opened the back doors for them to get out.
"Thanks for the lift. Drive safe." He grinned at me, and they took him away to the prison.
The nerve, I thought. I got back in the driver's seat.
About a week later, I was in between shifts and decided to take a break at a café in the parking lot. I walked inside and joined the queue, eyeing a big latte. As I glanced to the side, my heart skipped a beat. A man was wearing a blue suit, which looked exactly like the one that the criminal with the slicked back hair was wearing. I blinked. This man had an afro, and was reading a newspaper. Same suit, perhaps, but obviously not the same guy. I exhaled with relief.
I ordered my latte and sat down at a table, sipping it slowly. The man in the blue suit sat by the window, still reading the paper. I glanced at him for a while, and noticed that he was just staring into it, without turning the pages.
As I stood up to leave, he folded the newspaper and looked up towards me. His lips stretched into a wide, menacing smile, and he dragged his finger across his neck as he stared at me with wide eyes and tilted his head. We stared at each other for a while in silence, my heart starting to race. Then I looked around frantically, suddenly concerned for my safety. Everyone in the café was absorbed in their own world. It seemed like no one else had seen the gesture he had made towards me in a very public space.
I rushed out of the café, glancing behind me every few steps, suddenly paranoid. He turned my head to lock eye contact with me, gleeful that his threat was having its intended effect on me.
For the next few days, I kept hearing noises - footsteps, scratching, sometimes even the sound of someone breathing behind me. When I turned around, there would always be nothing there. Just as I thought I was turning schizophrenic, my suspicion that something was out to get me was confirmed again. I was at the grocery store on the weekend, putting vegetables in my cart as a woman wearing a blue denim jacket and flowery dress was walking towards me. She was pushing a cart with a baby strapped to the seat.
"You better watch your back," she whispered, as she walked past.
That caught me off guard. I whipped my head around, and she kept walking without looking behind her. She wasn't talking on the phone, and she wasn't with anyone else apart from the baby. That warning was undoubtedly for me. Had I just pissed off a cult of people dressed in blue?
I got in the van the next day at 7AM and headed off to the station. There was heavy traffic, and I was convinced I'd be late for work. I turned into a long stretch of road that was next to a steep drop, a metal railing fencing off the edge on the right. As I drove along the congested road, stopping and starting to move a few feet incrementally, I stared at the bumper stickers on the back of the white van in in front.
'It's gonna be a good day!' There was a sun with a smiley face next to it.
The traffic finally started flowing, and I approached an intersection where cars merged from the left hand side. A set of traffic lights came just before it. I looked at my watch. Please don't turn red, please don't turn red, I thought. As if the universe was conspiring against me, the lights turned yellow, and as the van in front of me sped past them, they turned red. Fantastic. I slammed the brakes and looked up.
I only saw the van in front for a split second, and suddenly out of nowhere, a massive lorry T-boned it violently from the left. A loud crash combined with a painful crunch stunned me into paralysis. Both vehicles crashed through the railings and went hurtling over the edge of the cliff.
The lights turned orange then green, but I remained unmoving in silence, shaking. There was an empty space in front of me where the van had just been. I could see people through their car windows, horrified and calling the police. Eventually I snapped out of it and drove numbly to a side road, without having fully processed the event. I parked there and called my colleagues at the station to inform them about what had just happened.
A few days later, I found out that both drivers had died on impact. The lorry had crashed into the van driver's side at 90mph, crushing him instantly. They thought it was a freak accident at first, until they recovered the remains and discovered the lorry driver's phone, which had been in a holder stuck to his windshield. It wasn't a GPS on the phone that was guiding him.
At the time of the crash, he had been using a navigator app connected to a tracking device. The device had been tracking my vehicle.
The police searched my van top to bottom, and found the bugger stuck to the underside of one of the back seats. The seat that the man in the slick backed hair wearing the blue suit had sat in, on his ride to prison about two weeks ago.
I pieced it together as soon as they told me. The motherfucker must've slipped that out from a pocket or something, and stuck it to the inside of my van as soon as I pissed him off.
Turned out, he was an infamous underground weapons dealer. A lot of people who had their firearms confiscated (most of them for good reason) knew he was they guy that would supply them, so were absolutely infuriated when he got caught. Apparently he had a cult-like following among those people, and wearing all blue was their low key way of supporting him. I don't want to get too political here, so I'll just say that this guy was very well connected and had a lot of people on his side, even if it was under the radar. And I was their next target.
I figured blue suit guy must've somehow communicated to one of his cronies about the tracking device on my white van and told them to get after me. By pure chance, another white van was in front of me at the very moment they decided to strike. They must've mistaken the driver for me, knowing the vehicle was a white van in that approximate location. If those traffic lights hadn't turned red at the exact moment they did, that would have been me. I was supposed to die a horrific death that day.
I quit the job that very afternoon I found out, packed my bags and moved to a new town. Since then, I've moved several times. The paranoia won't leave me. I think it'll stay with me for the rest of my life. Any time I see someone wearing blue, a wave of terror sweeps over me - the same terror I felt seeing that van in front of me get pummelled and tumble over the cliff edge, knowing that should've been me. Previously, I'd always taken pride in the fact that I was a brutally honest guy, but I'm a lot more careful nowadays.
And one thing's for sure - when someone makes a lame joke now, I always laugh.

Lost one of my fingers, and that made me lose my desire to do cards.
Don’t know what the collection would be worth. List below (forgive any spelling errors, did voice to text for the list).
All unopened.
Spreadsheet with prices based on recent Ebay sales.
Would prefer to sell in one lot for $1700 shipped (ConUS)
Pics:
https://imgur.com/a/OFr3cA8
Spreadsheet:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1dvyJajTldwxglLao9QFjCYa_HLrI-Deq6x1ilrZZ-Yk/edit?usp=sharing

• [ ] December boys zebra deck x 2
• [ ] Bicycle stargazer
• [ ] Bicycle 52 to 1 deck.
• [ ] Abstract version one
• [ ] Gold fort NOC x 4
• [ ] King slayer black x 2
• [ ] Kingslayer blue X2
• [ ] Kingslayer zebra
• [ ] Kingslayer red X2
• [ ] King slayer teal X2
• [ ] Deck of cards black illusionist times two first
• [ ] playing cards black and gold X2
• [ ] orbit seventh edition X2
• [ ] orbit version seven parallel edition, X2.
• [ ] Orbit sixth edition winter metallic green x 2
• [ ] Cardistry con knock X2
• [ ] noc 300x1 ×4
• [ ] Laers the Sears x 3
• [ ] paper luxury edition x 2
• [ ] Art of play mystery deck.
• [ ] Mint Stripper deck.
• [ ] Mint Kickstart edition. X 2
• [ ] mint foil edition
• [ ] Mint second edition blue X3
• [ ] mint second edition green
• [ ] Thermal chrome X2
• [ ] Zero playing arts
• [ ] Skateboard playing cards by Riffle shuffle
• [ ] Ecaterina red fox x 2
• [ ] Illusionist views limited edition X2
• [ ] Artisan, black, gold, white.
• [ ] Monarch, black, red
• [ ] Theory 11 Neil Patrick Harris
• [ ] Theory 11 SNL
• [ ] Lighthouse keeper Seagreen.
• [ ] Virtuoso perspective series X6 black
• [ ] Virtuoso fall winter 2017 X4
• [ ] virtual cell perspective with series red X6
• [ ] virtuoso moments white X2, black X one
• [ ] DKNG red, black, blue, brown (art of play))
• [ ] Rifflle shuffle fox, owl
• [ ] Commoners x 2
• [ ] Waves first edition day, x 3
• [ ] Waves first edition standard x 2
• [ ] Waves first edition limited x 2
• [ ] Waves first edition foil X2
• [ ] Riffle shuffle box containing owl, furious, skulls, fox, two serious bees, and one limited edition with trees, one extra B plus a bunch of stickers.
• [ ] Fortunate card trick by David Jonathan
• [ ] Principia gimme cards plus Principia book
• [ ] T 100 by Nemo
• [ ] USPS art of magic ltd ed box set

Hey gang,
Have some new neighbors, a young family from out west. I was wondering what you think are some good, prototypical Pittsburgh things/delicacies that could get them introduced to the city of bridges in a little welcome basket type deal.
Was thinking like a custom parking chair, buccos/steelers/penguins gear, regional food delicacies but want to be allergy-conscious, museum/science center passes, etc.
Anything you’d’ve appreciated from a neighbor when you came to the city?
Thank you in advance ~~
Edit: great, unique answers, everyone. Thank you! I think I’ll opt for a combination of several of these, and a “I don’t break for jagoffs,” bumper sticker, of course. Cheers!

Hi, I am looking for shops where I can buy a variety of stickers and other scrapbook materials. Preferably an independent one, or an art fair sorta thing, just anything other than WHS or Waterstones please. Cheers.

Out of 740 wraps, only 24 of them have a unique description. The list will contain of the season the wrap came in as well as what skins it goes with if it has one.
CH2 S2 Goosebumps - Travis Scott - "Pull up on you."
CH2 S3
Burning Bright - Starflare - "Ablaze with space fire."
Linear Streak - "All lined up."
Fighting Fish - "Keepin' it reel."
Afterparty - "Keep it going."
Star Scout - Galaxy Scout - "The light of infinity."
Stylish Stripes - "Not just stripes, stylish stripes."
Crash Test - Dummy - "Proceed with caution."
Rainbow Rodeo - "Color blasted for maximum cheer."
Homescape - Deo, Siona - 'Visions of a long lost moon."
Sticker Star - "Approved by the United Unicorn Council."
Salty Glow - Mariana - "Deep sea shine."

CH2 S4
MS. Whip - "Crunchy and creamy."
Lemon Zest - "Powerfully refreshing."
Danger Frog - "Do not eat."

CH2 S5
Lion's Roar - Menace, Sica - "Sculpted from bronze and touched by the gods."
Grav-Fusion - Reese - "Can put down a rampaging Skeletitan from 500 feet."
Pancake Posse - Mancake - "It's the most important meal of the day."
Vengeful Shadow - Kondor - "No one is sure who crafts the Spirit's weapons."
Wildheart - Maeve - "These colors desire combat."
Y-Labs - Lexa - "Dad's designs are the best a bounty hunter could ask for."
Hunters Arsenal - Predator - "What's the matter? CIA got you pushing too many pencils?"
Impasto - "Gallery-Ready."

CH3 S1
Winkypaw - Halley - "Leaving pawprints on everything."

The 3.0L is great in the platform and was spritely and quick. Suspension is also very nice, took it on a dirt road and felt much like its bigger brother, albeit not quite as plush of a ride compared to a 3rd gen F150 Raptor or Bronco Raptor. Easy to maneuver with an awesome turning radius. Perfect for around town.
What i was dissapointed with was the portrait infotainment, and lack of actual buttons. The center console area had an awkwad layout, no ventilated seats. I wasn’t a fan of the interior with the obnoxious orange trim everywhere. The fit and finish is nowhere near the level you get in a F150 Raptor or Bronco Raptor and the price reflects that which i think is intentional to cut cost for an “entry level” Raptor. Just not my cup of tea but there is def a market for it, rightfully so. Cheers. Worth it at MSRP imo. Don’t pay over sticker. Ever.

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/6y2iOif
Hi all!
Selling these two mice:
Sora 4k: $77 shipped. Used for 2 weeks. Has corepadz and an extra set.
Lamzu Maya Black: $70. Lost the bottom sticker. No grips. SOLD
OBO Please comment then PM!
Cheers :)