Ei ole mitään parempaa kuin silloin, kun kepponen menee pieleen Sen lisäksi, että siinä on superauto!
Kun jollakulla on superauto, tiedät, että hän vetää kaikki naiset. Tämä kokoelma näyttää kaikkein hermostuneimmista “ongelmista”, joita kaverit kohtaavat yrittäessään puhua tytöille, kun heillä on kaunis auto – he kohtaavat paljon golddiggas!
Se on aivan uskomatonta, miten nämä tyttöjen reaktiot muuttuvat riippuen siitä, mihin autoa ajaa!
Luuletko että se on totta?
Ja vain siksi, että nämä videot ovat hulluja riippuvuutta, ja haluatte olla superauto, jos vain tästä syystä – tässä on muutamia hilpeämpiä videoita!
Guys have a lot of pressure these days for starting up conversation in a unique and exciting way – I’ve gotta say, I honestly feel for them.
These stories tell of these heroes and how they ended up succeeding in their quests!
“This guy friend of mine had been kind enough to lend his internet router to me and my two roommates since we didn’t have one in our apartment. I thought the gesture was nice, and I also thought he was pretty cute (but he was never going to know that).One day he came by and asked for the router back, but he also had a brand new one for us! After he left, my roommate and I couldn’t find the network that matched (there were about 20 networks listed since it was a large apartment complex). As I’m scrolling through the list of networks my eyes come across one that says ‘Rachel, go on a date with me? – Jo’ (I’m Rachel, he’s Jo). My heart suddenly went through the roof with excitement! I of course told him yes!His creative method must’ve worked. We’ve been married for two and a half years.”
At my best friend’s wedding I was that loner eating all the cake. This attractive stranger came up to me, and said ‘Weddings are pretty strange, eh?’ I replied ‘how come?’ His answer was ‘well, when you find yourself a girl at your brother’s wedding, how do you ask her out without stealing the show?’ I though for a minute, than told him, ‘Try giving her a piece of cake and a message. She’ll like that.’About an hour later, I went back to my seat to read before dancing started, and I found a piece of cake with a note that read ‘Hope I stole your heart instead of the show.’We’re currently married.”
“This past Fall, I was away for a long weekend visiting a friend, and the girl I had been seeing was scheduled to pick me up at the airport when I got home. I texted her that I had landed, and she said she was outside waiting for me.When I walked out, she was standing by her car, fresh picked wildflowers in her hand, and one of those airport pick-up signs that said ‘Girlfriend?’ I’m glad to say we are still going strong!”
“I am in marching band at my college, and not even a week after my boyfriend and I started talking, he came to watch the band perform. Later on while we were sorting my music he offhandedly said, ‘The band stole my thunder tonight!’ I said, “how’s that?” He replied, ‘Well they played ‘Hey Baby!’ and that was the song I was gonna use to ask you to be my girlfriend.He sat me down and sang me the shakiest version of ‘Hey Baby’ ever. It was so sweet. Now whenever we play that song in marching band, I always have an awesome memory!”
“My boyfriend and I started off very flirty and shy, our time between friendship and relationship was short. I noticed a couple of days before he asked, he was carrying was seemed to be a small rock, and I thought it was just something to occupy him with his ADHD. A couple days later he handed me the rock, which was actually a purple geode he carved into the shape of a heart. I still have it.”
“I was seeing someone for about a month in tenth grade, and it was almost Valentine’s Day. Neither of us were free, I had a game and he had to work, but he asked me to stop by on my way home. That day, I went to see him and he gave me a card and a coffee, which had a sleeve on it that had ‘roll me’ written on it. I rolled up the rim on the coffee and it said ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ The card had all the reasons he liked me.”
“When we were in high school, my boyfriend (who was then just the best friend I was silently crushing on) would walk me home after school. We had this running joke where we’d guess what animals were saying to each other.One particular day two ducks floated past on our walk, so I asked what he thought they were saying like usual. He said the male duck was struggling to find a way to tell the female what he was feeling and still make her laugh. He then turned to me and said with the straightest face possible, ‘So, will you join me in this teenage bonding thing otherwise known as dating?’ It took us awhile to stop laughing but I finally said of course, and I swear those ducks stuck around to hear my answer.Years later and we’re living in separate states, but I still text him photos of animals and ask him what they’re saying to each other.”
A transgender taxi driver who hit a £4 million pound jackpot via a lottery scratchcard has no intention of sharing her winnings with the children who abandoned her.
While it may seem harsh, 57-year-old Melissa Ede reasons are justified, somewhat, by the cold treatment she received from a select members of her family from her first marriage.
The transgender taxi driver from Hull is intent on improving her life now she is in a financial position to do so, and after recently getting engaged the timing couldn’t be any more perfect for Melissa, her fiancé and her five young children.
Speaking to UNILAD about the moment she realised she had just won £4 million, the cab driver – who has since quit her job upon her new-found fortune – thought it was all a big prank for a hidden camera show.
You think it’s not real. It’s like you double and triple check, 20 times, and it looks right. Then you start to think: ‘Is this a prank show?’
Even after the National Lottery had sent over officials to hand her the huge cheque ‘it still hasn’t become real’.
I haven’t had a chance to really realise it, even though I’ve been doing all these interviews and everything, with everybody who wants to talk to me, I still don’t think it’s hit home. I mean the money is in the bank account, I can see it, but it’s just mad as it feels it doesn’t feel any different.
It’s really really weird, I’m buzzing about it but the reality of it all will kick in when I start buying bigger things like a house and the car I’ve never had. That’s the point when it all becomes reality because it’s mine.
With her new-found fortune, as well as a big house and car for her fiancé and children, Melissa also plans to get some much-needed treatment for her teeth and ‘a bit of plastic surgery to tidy up’ her face. She also has grand designs to invest her winnings to start her own designer brand as well as complete her autobiography.
I’ve led a very colourful and interesting life and that needs to be published for a lot of reasons really. To help and offer hope to people, and what better way to do it than with a fairy tale ending? Which is what I’ve got.
However, those who won’t be sharing in the spoils of her new riches will be those she says pushed her away during her transition to becoming a woman. While other media outlets have reported she intends to cut out her children from her first marriage, Melissa clarifies with us the statement was ‘taken out of context’.
Melissa told UNILAD:
My actual statement was ‘Now it’s payback time, the people who have stood with me and been behind me right through this will get rewarded. The people who turned their back on me; including my children and my family stay where you wanted to be, just because I’ve got money things haven’t changed.’
That was the message: ‘Don’t come round because I’ve got money, you’re not going to get money out of me, you haven’t wanted to know me all these years’.
Now it comes off as a bit harsh, I do realise that, and maybe if they did come to me I’m willing to talk to them. But they’re not going to get money out of me for a very long time. They would have to prove to me that they want to be in my life because they want to be, not because of my money.
Melissa confirms that she is still on speaking terms with her eldest and youngest children from her first marriage, however, her two middle children haven’t seen or spoken to her for more than 15 years. The ‘misreporting’ has obviously caused her oldest and youngest kids to be upset about what’s been written.
… they said we never turned our back on you because you were transgender, we always supported you and they did. I was even on Jeremy Kyle with my youngest, who I found out wasn’t my biological daughter – but she’s still my daughter to me, and sat on the show saying how wonderful she is and how great she’s been throughout my transition.
I didn’t know if it was The Sun or The Mirror who printed the lies, but it’s like ‘What are you doing?’. But I understand what they’ll do is take little bits out of it and make it into a story.
What I said to the youngest and the oldest is: ‘Look, things are really up in the air with everything, please let it settle down, then I will contact you and we can talk.’
I told them to stop reading the newspapers because they’re going to say what they want to make a story. If you want to know what I truthfully said watch the live videos and the interviews I do on TV. Watch what I say on them rather than taking little bits out of newspapers.
Melissa claims the press have been knocking at her neighbours, who she’s known for 20 years, and have even appeared at her fiancé’s house looking for a story. While she is open to communication from those who cut themselves out of her life she states they need ‘to prove to me that they want to be in my life’.
I’ve had to struggle throughout life. I sound quite hard and callous but that’s the life I led.
With a £4 million fortune, she can now lead it however she likes.
Pappa som kämpar för att sälja sin 650 000 pund med sexbäddsrum släpper ut den för £ 2 a pop
Det spridande hemmet är helt omformat men har inte fått några erbjudanden sedan den gick på marknaden
En hård upp pappa som kämpar för att hitta en köpare till sin lyxiga herrgård, klämmer fast i en tomt – för bara 2 kr per pop.
Dunstan Low hoppas kunna sälja en halv miljon biljetter för att höja motsvarande pris för sexbädds Melling Manor i Lancashire.
Den 37-årige har fallit på svåra tider och det palatsliga hemmet kommer att bli återtagit om han inte säljer det.
Han sa: “När vi tittade runt det blev jag förälskad i sin storhet och storlek. Jag tror inte att det skulle se ut på plats i London.
“Det är storlek är otroligt, och jag visste bara att jag skulle kunna göra så mycket med utrymmet.
Dunstan köpte hemmet 2011 för 435.000 kronor efter att ha blivit kär i det
Efter att ha lagt den på marknaden och inte fått några erbjudanden bestämde Dunstan sig för att tappa bort den
Dunstan knäppte upp det för 435.000 kronor under 2011 men släppte det på marknaden tre år senare för 800.000 kronor.
Efter att inga erbjudanden tagits, släppte familjen den igen till försäljning på 845.000 £ i december, men har bara haft en titt sedan – trots att man slog frågan till en halv miljon.
Fadern, som bor med fru Natasha, 32, och deras två barn Ozzy, fem och Dylan, 15, hade då hjärnvågan för att göra det till ett tomtpris.
Dunstan har redan höjt 1 500 pund och har även haft intresse från Australien, Italien och Amerika.
Han säger att de flesta människor spenderar upp till 20 kr på biljetter, men har hört från en man som planerar att köpa 1 000 kronor värda.
Dunstan sa: “Efter att ha pratat med många fastighetsmäklare och snabba köpföretag tror vi att det är vår bästa intresse att ta försäljningen av vår egendom i egna händer och samtidigt erbjuda någon annan möjlighet att äga och njuta av fastigheten som deras egen.
“Jag hade tänkt på att göra detta på och av i några år nu men hittills inte hade handlat.
“Jag visste att människor hade gjort det här innan men hade problem, och jag behövde försäkra mig om att allt var över bord och lagligt.”
Huset har ett biografrum, balsal, ny familj badrum och kök
*** Dunstan hus blev vann av Marie Segar som köpte $ 40 värt biljetter !! *** ***
This is a great time to be a billionaire gearhead, no question. Manufacturers are practically tripping over each other to bring their adjective-stretching hypercars to market, complete with their four-figure power outputs and seven-digit prices. This is a golden era for those with bottomless pockets and an urge to go very, very quickly.
But what about those who are fractionally further down the pyramid, the unlucky ones who find they can’t quite crack the 1 percent of the 1 percent? These are the guys who can’t stretch to a McLaren P1 or a Porsche 918, but who don’t want to be stuck with one of the same entry-level supercars that their lawyers and chiropractors drive. All together now: Won’t somebody think of these multimillionaires?
McLaren has, with the new 675LT. The $350,000-plus sticker is still some way short of affordability for most of us, but it looks like an outrageous bargain next to a $1.15 million McLaren P1. Because after driving the LT both on the track and on the road we can confirm that, despite costing less than a third as much as its hybrid sibling, it’s at least 97 percent as exciting to drive flat out.
A Rolling Example of Overcompensation
One obvious problem to start: You can’t actually buy a 675LT, at least not from McLaren. The entire global production run of 500 already has sold out, with fewer than 180 of those likely to come to the United States. And those fortunate folks will find themselves owning what we predict will be one of this season’s hottest automotive tickets.
The 675LT is a spectacular example of overcompensation, a lightened and tightened response to the criticism that was leveled at the original McLaren MP4-12C’s relative lack of excitement. The 650S addressed that to an extent, but it’s the LT that shows just how far the common mechanical package that underpins all of McLaren’s current models can be taken in the direction of sweaty-palmed thrills. Nobody will ever accuse it of being too refined or dynamically aloof—indeed, it’s probably slightly more exciting than aerial combat.
LT stands for Long Tail, a reference to the evolved version of the McLaren F1 that was built to keep it at the sharp end of 1990s sports-car racing after rivals responded to its first surprise victory at Le Mans. Despite that, the 675LT is barely any bigger than the 650S (its length grew by only 1.3 inches), although it does have a redesigned back end and that irresistibly motorsport-grade polycarbonate engine cover. This and the other exterior modifications have mostly been done to improve aerodynamics, with more-aggressive diffusers front and rear as well as new end plates on the front bumper steering air into a new side channel. We’re told the 675LT produces 40 percent more downforce than the 650S and significantly improved engine cooling. The biggest visual difference at the back is the arrival of twin, howitzer-grade tailpipes made from a titanium alloy that turns blue after hard use.
The quest to trim weight has brought out McLaren’s innate tendency toward obsessive compulsion like nothing else. The claimed total savings are an impressive 220 pounds versus the 650S coupe, and that’s come by shaving mass from what is already the lightest car in its segment. Yes, there’s more carbon fiber, but you’ve got to love a company that switches to titanium wheel bolts to save 1.4 ounces on each one, a cumulative reduction of just 1.8 pounds across the whole car. The 10-spoke, forged-aluminum wheels are also 1.8 pounds lighter—total—than the optional lightweight ones on the 650S, and the carbon-framed seats save a combined 33 pounds. Both air conditioning and an adjustable passenger seat are no-cost options; the only way you’ll get the lightest possible 675LT is by forgoing both.
Not that the cabin feels like the hermit’s cave you might be expecting. There’s more carbon and microsuede, but otherwise it feels very similar to that of the 650S; the only noticeable equipment loss is the disappearance of the door-mounted climate controls (those functions are now handled by the central touchscreen). The instrument display and central console are the same as in the 650S, with Normal, Sport, and Track modes for both the suspension and powertrain settings. There’s also a new Dynamic mode for the stability control, as well as the option—for the brave, foolhardy, and well insured—to turn it fully off.
Heart of Darkness
Any suspicion that the 675LT is just an expensive 650S with every carbon-fiber option checked lasts no further than the first half-mile of driving. It’s a very different beast, one with a core that’s much harder and a heart that’s much blacker. The ride quality, for instance, feels like a session with a seasoned dominatrix, when compared with the well-damped compliance of the standard 650S. McLaren had carefully picked out some of the smoothest roads in the south of England as part of the official drive route, but we used local knowledge to find some more typically crenelated British tarmac. At low speeds the LT feels very firm, even with the dampers left in their softest mode. The good news is that the chassis gets better as you add speed. It doesn’t find more compliance, but the body control is outstanding over rougher surfaces and the resistance to roll under cornering is almost total.
The steering feels very different, as well, with a quicker rack and revised front suspension geometry giving both faster responses and a noticeable increase in both weight and feel. Think where you’d like the LT to go and, before you can frame the thought, it’s already heading there. Grip levels are predictably massive, although the track-focused Pirelli P Zero Trofeos give their best only after being fully warmed up. The brakes bite with reassuring force, although bigger stops make the vast rear air brake pop up and completely obscure the rear view. The engine is more vocal than in the 650S, and cruising is fractionally louder, but it’s still impressively composed at rapid highway speeds.
The twin-turbocharged V-8’s relatively modest increase in output to 666 horsepower might suggest that little has changed over the 641-hp 650S. (McLaren names its cars after their metric power figures; we convert the output to SAE ratings for publication.) But, this being McLaren, the opposite is the case, with an extensive package of modifications designed to improve drivability and boost response. The LT gets a spark-cutting system to help enable the dual-clutch automatic transmission to deliver the fastest possible upshifts (and apparently some internal components of the 650’s engine struggled to deal with the forces involved). There are lighter camshafts and connecting rods as well as machined compressor wheels for the turbochargers. It doesn’t rev higher than the 650S, sharing the same 8500-rpm redline; but it is noticeably keener in the top half of its rev range and, as promised, gearchanges are brutally fast, and they come with a fat bump of torque courtesy of McLaren’s Inertia Push system.
We were only ever going to learn so much about the 675LT on the road without being arrested—which is presumably why we were also given the chance to drive it on track at Silverstone. The home of the British Grand Prix remains one of the most miserable places in the world to go and see a motor race, with grandstands made from construction scaffolding and the permanent feeling that, even when it’s not raining, it’s about to. But for anyone lucky enough to find themselves on the other side of the barrier it’s one of the finest tracks in Europe to actually drive.
The 675LT couldn’t be more at home here if it registered to vote and started paying taxes. It’s supremely fast and accurate—and seemingly unflappable even when asked to deal with a solid stint of high-speed lapping. Higher cornering loads reveal a predictably neutral handling balance, with the turned-up steering and that mid-engined weight distribution giving both a sharp turn-in and outstanding traction. With the stability control left on there’s very little slip, although it’s possible to power the back of the car right to the edge of adhesion. Switching to the more-permissive ESC Dynamic mode allows the LT to reveal its hooligan tendencies with an unexpected amount of power oversteer before the system steps in. And yes, that’s “unexpected” as in “we spun.”
But you don’t buy a car like this to pussyfoot around a circuit; you buy it to go flat out and to discover exactly where the limits lie, and then to find out what happens if you go a little quicker. Invest the time in getting to learn it, and it will make you feel like a hero every time you take it to the track. The LT demonstrates the breadth of ability within McLaren’s core architecture. Dynamically it’s pretty much the diametric opposite of the original 12C, edgy and thrilling where that car felt composed and self-possessed. It’s also the reason that nobody will be able to say that McLarens lack excitement ever again.
The old idiom says that crime doesn’t pay. More often than not, this rings true, as even those who escape punishment for one crime inevitably get cocky and wind up imprisoned for something else. But for two young boys in Adelaide, crime paid out big in a way they could never have expected. The victim of their crime was Michael Patrick Johnson, a 69-year-old former dock worker who lives in a retirement village on the Eastern side of Adelaide.
Sadly, Michael has no contact with his family these days, with a feud over money from four years ago still not having been resolved. With plenty of time on his hands, Mr Johnson spends most of his days catching up with his old workmates and tending to his garden, with his evenings dedicated to Bingo. In June of 2016, Michael inherited a good amount of money from a friend. He wasn’t short of money, in fact, Mr Johnson had a considerable nest egg saved up already. As soon as he got this money though, Michael immediately began making plans on how to spend his unexpected windfall.
The retirement village Michael (and his late friend) lived on had recently been subjected to a spate of burglaries and vandalism, so he decided to invest some of his funds in a community protection scheme to help himself and his neighbours. Michael spent several hours printing out the details of CCTV companies, security firms and other things related to his cause. His idea was to present his findings to the village’s security manager and take it from there. Michael’s plans were well received, as was his offer to pay for the whole thing too. By the time he got back from the meeting, it was 10pm. But when Mr Johnson’s front door swung open without needing the key, he immediately knew what had happened. His house had been ransacked, and among the burglars’ haul was his laptop on which Michael had photos and messages from family years ago.
Michael was crestfallen. There were gigabytes of old family photos stored on that laptop, and these often provided a source of comfort to Michael throughout these troubled family times. Mr Johnson reported the theft to the police, and they were astonished after he told them his incredible story. Rumours of Mr Johnson’s eventful day made their way to the local press, and this enabled him to put out a statement offering a reward for the safe return of the laptop or its contents. Mr Johnson immediately received messages from a litany of chancers, beggars and well-wishers, but nobody came forward with information about his laptop. After a few months had passed, Michael had given up all hope of ever seeing his old photos ever again. Then, on one balmy August night, he received a knock at the door. As soon as he answered he had a feeling he was about to learn the fate of his stolen laptop.
On Mr Johnson’s porch stood two young boys, no older than thirteen, one of whom was carrying a rucksack. Without saying a word, one of them opened his bag, took out Mr Johnson’s laptop and handed it to him. As soon as he did so, the boy revealed some devastating news. Not long after the theft, Mr Johnson’s laptop had been passed on to be resold by a third party. Before this could take place, the laptop had to be wiped. Every single file and photo Mr Johnson had collected over the years was irretrievably lost. The boys stood there with their heads sunk low. They knew what they’d done, and admitted they’d tried their hardest to retrieve the laptop and recover the files once they knew the full story. But their efforts were in vain.
Mr Johnson was obviously upset, but he saw how equally distressed the two boys were and invited them in to talk about their deeds. They admitted that they had been responsible for the criminal sprees around the area of late, but that Mr Johnson’s story had made them think about the consequences of their actions. They also both came from broken homes, with their stories of familial discord resonating deeply with Michael. Over the course of two hours the three struck up an unlikely rapport, and when the time came for them to leave, Mr Johnson offered them a deal. The two boys were to help Mr Johnson with his community protection scheme.
Since they were a pair of former burglars themselves, who better to help protect the village than them? They were tasked with assisting Mr Johnson in a range of tasks, including the installation of fencing, the organisation of neighbourhood watch patrols and the testing of security systems. In return, Mr Johnson would not reveal their names to the police or anyone. And on top of that, once the project had been successfully completed, Michael would reserve a chunk of his inheritance to pay for a scholarship for both boys at the University of Adelaide – if they managed to keep out of trouble, that is. So far, so good. As of October this year, Mr Johnson reports that the crime rate in his retirement village has dropped massively thanks to the expertise of the two young reprobates. And while Michael Patrick never did manage to retrieve those old photos from his laptop, he did end up salvaging something much more valuable; his relationship with his family.
When you start a new job as a teacher, it’s best not to stand in the corner of the room “laughing at ghosts”.
That’s what one Canadian man did after flying out to teach in South Korea.
Unsurprisingly, he found his tenure quite dramatically short.
His boss explained: “I work as an English teacher in South Korea and, a couple years back, we fired a new teacher we had flown out from Canada on his first day because he kept laughing creepily while observing classes.
“During the dinner break he started chuckling to himself so our director asked him what was so funny. His response was that the ghosts around him were saying really funny things so he couldn’t help but laugh.
“He was told to go home after dinner and be out of his employer-provided housing within three days.”
Remarkably, this isn’t the most untoward story from this thread, in which employers, bosses and managers have come forward with some regrettable hires.
It was my first day in a managment position at a law firm and I needed to fire at least 3 people – ON MY FIRST DAY!
There was 2 new employees who weren’t doing so well, so they were my first choices, but my last selection was from a man who had been with the firm for 15 years! He had been there for so long and because of that, carried himself in a way that thought he couldn’t be messed with. He was lazy and arrogant and pretty obnoxious. I put him straight on a zero hour contract in the hope that he would resign – which he did – but not after he scratched every panel in my car – I was in tears!
I ran one of those calendar kiosks in my local mall as a second job for holiday money. Hiring was done by a temp agency located across the country, and the people sucked accordingly.
“Two days after we opened, I was supposed to have a new guy to train. I got a call from him saying he’d been stabbed on the bus, and was in the hospital.
I asked him which hospital, and he told me. I have a buddy who worked for the local police department, and I had him make a call for me.
“No such person in the hospital, and no stabbings on any bus line. I called the number I had for him, and his dad answered.
“I identified myself, and explained that I was letting his son go from the job he had blown off.
“The dad was very polite, but as he hung up, I heard him screaming at his “useless f****** c***” son…”
I didn’t fire this guy personally but I did one better, I arrested him.
“I’m a police officer in the UK, I was forced to help on a recruitment event in our headquarters where applicants turned up, listened to a talk and did a few exams.
“Almost all wore suits or shirts and ties, except one… One was wearing a black polo shirt, black combat trousers and tactical boots, weird and a bad impression but whatever.
“Whilst they do the exam I went into the yard for a smoke, all the applicants had to park in a certain area, which was just by the smoking shelter. One car stood out, it looked just like our unmarked cars, exactly like our unmarkeds. I was a little confused so I had a closer look at it. It had radiator lights and on the back seat was a police issue stab vest.
I thought that it must be one of our cars parked in the wrong place, it happens. After the exam they left, I watched them leave and lo and behold polo shirt man gets in the “unmarked car”.
“Immediately I jump in a real unmarked and take off after him. I found him two streets away putting blue lights on and driving through a red light.
“I overtook him, put my lights on and blocked him. He gets out waving a fake warrant card telling me he was en route to an emergency.
“Arrested for impersonating a police officer. He was also suspected of doing the same in about three other forces.”
My chef hired a guy who was less than a week out of prison for dealing. He was just going to wash dishes.
“Seemed like an ok guy, just looking for some work because he had just done five-plus years.
So, day one, he goes to head chef and asks: ‘Hey man, you know anybody here who wants to buy heroin?’
“Out the door two hours into his first job, just out of the joint.”
Forty-something year-old woman came in smelling of alcohol in a toys store for her first day as a seasonal employee.
“She threw up on herself in between helping customers.”
Wasn’t a manager but we had a kid who came into the shop and his first day of night shift they couldn’t find him.
Well they found him after a few hours. He cleaned off a shelf in the parts room and was sleeping on it.”
Bahamasbaserade bankir Guy Gentile bröt upp med den ryska modellen Kristina Kuchma över middagen på en restaurang under helgen – och hon fick verkligen sin hämnd.
Gentille, som driver en mäklare, berättade för New York Post att Kuchma körde sin Mercedes i bakgårdspoolen lördagen den 7 oktober – och det tog fyra timmar att fiska ut det.
När Business Insider frågade honom om händelsen sa han: “Jag måste acceptera något ansvar, om en kvinna inte är galen, älskar hon inte dig. Och jag måste ha kört henne galen för att hon har kört bilen i poolen! ”
År 2007 anklagades Gentile för ett påstått Wall Street “pump-and-dump” -system som innebär att försöka öka priset på aktier genom falska eller vilseledande rekommendationer. Han blev en FBI-informant för att slå anklagelserna.
Han bröt upp med 24-årig Kuchma under middagen på en restaurang efter att hon bad om $ 50,000 (£ 38,000) för att hjälpa till att starta ett marknadsföringsföretag. De hade varit tillsammans i ett och ett halvt år.
Efter att ha köpt henne en Gucci väska, en ny iPhone och Beats hörlurar som en födelsedagspresent trodde han att begäran “suddig linjerna” mellan affärer och romantik, berättade han för New York Post.
“Jag sa,” Du vet vad? Du har fel kille. Om du vill ha en kille som ska ge dig pengar för ingenting, har du fel kille, säger han enligt uppgift. Gentile hävdar att hon sedan kastade varmt grönt te i ansiktet och stormade med nycklarna till hans $ 55.000 Mercedes.
Kuchma textade sig Gentile i bruten engelska natten efter att ha kraschat bilen och sade: “Lier! Du sa till mig att du hjälper mig att starta ett företag! Det var dina ord! Nu vill du vara en investerare ??? Tja investerare Jag har en överraskning för dig på en bakgård, börja med den investeringsideen först. ”
Han sa att hans “hjärta sjönk på grund av [rädsla att hon var inne]. Jag bryr mig inte om bilen i det ögonblicket. Men när jag insåg att hon inte var där, började jag bli förbannad att hon skulle dra mig något så här efter allt jag har gjort för henne. ”
Han sa att han kom hem nästa morgon för att hitta sin Mercedes S400-hybrid i bakgårdspoolen.
“Jag dumpade henne. Hon dumpade min bil. ”
Polisen bekräftade Posten att en polisrapport gjordes, och Kuchma var den enda andra personen med tillgång till bilen, enligt Gentile. Hon avskedade att kommentera när den kontaktades av The New York Post.
“Jag älskade verkligen den här tjejen och skulle ha gifte henne, men hon gick för långt,” sade Gentile.
Many former athletes struggle with weight gain after their playing careers end. This is especially true among football players.
Some players are luckier and actually lose a ton of weight. In many cases, the players are now nearly unrecognizable.
One common theme among many of these players is the position they played.
Most of the players on the following pages were offensive lineman, suggesting those players do more to push their body weight to an extreme, developing dangerous habits like consuming massive numbers of calories to maintain their playing sizes.
Brad Culpepper (No. 77) was a 275-pound defensive tackle for three different teams and retired after the 2000 season.
Nick Hardwick was a 300-pound center for the San Diego Chargers who retired after the 2014 season. He said he had to eat “lots of ice cream, burritos, pizza” and “whatever else [he] could get [his] hands on” in order to maintain his size.
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After retiring, he lost 85 pounds in four months by reducing his calories, using intermittent fasting, and yoga.
Australian comedienne Celeste Barber is back with more hilarious celebrity Instagram photo parodies (previously here and here). Her ongoing series #CelesteChallengeAccepted doesn’t seem to be coming to an end, because celebrities keep uploading images with weird poses, questionable outfits and strange props.
Barber’s booming Instagram account has already reached 1.3M followers. “People are really supporting it – I didn’t really care for how it would be perceived, I just started it for my friends who I knew would love it. I continued it because people are telling me it is their daily laugh and they have started to challenge me,” Celeste told Daily Mail. Her down-to-earth reenactments remind people that it’s ok if you don’t have a six pack, can’t fit through the arms of a chair, or have to buy economy class plane tickets.