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My Mahjong 🀄 Diary April 1st Lost 1260 All experts April 2nd Lost 900 Poor position, backed against the door April 3rd Lost 720 Overexertion, back pain April 4th Won 250

The coach asked me: How many times a month do you come?
I said: It depends on my mood, sometimes two or three times, sometimes four or five times.
He said: That's too few, ideally three times a week.
I said: Three times a week is too much for me, it's exhausting.
He asked: Can your boyfriend handle that?
I said: What does that have to do with him? I'm talking about going to the gym.
The coach blushed.

Last night, my ex-boyfriend asked me out for dinner and we had a few drinks.
He said: You seem to have lost weight, and your breasts are smaller.
I said: You seem to have gained weight, and your stomach is bigger than your chest.
He was silent.
I added: But I have less hair now, so it balances out.
He asked if I still hate him.
I said: I don't hate him. It's just that when you dumped me, you said you disliked my small breasts.

The noise from next door is getting louder and louder.
Female voice: "Take it slow... this angle is wrong... ah ah ah, it hurts, it hurts!"
Male voice: "Bear with it, I can't see... it's too dark..."
Female scream: "Are you even capable! Let me do it!"
I couldn't take it anymore and knocked three times on the wall: "Can you keep it down in the middle of the night?"
Suddenly, everything next door went quiet.

Last night, I worked overtime and stayed up late, with dark circles so heavy that concealer couldn't cover them.
This morning, I went to buy a pancake and fritter, and the auntie looked at me, hesitant to speak.
I took the initiative to say: I've been working too much lately and haven't slept well.
The auntie handed me the pancake and said earnestly: Girl, there's no need to explain to me.
My daughter is about your age, and her boyfriend stays at our house every day.
Her dark circles are even worse than yours.
The auntie also said: But with your level, you've been cohabiting for at

What is this little dog doing? Is this what you call a bootlicker?

I couldn’t hold it in on the elevator just now and ended up letting out a loud fart. The lady next to me immediately covered her nose and glared at me. I suddenly had an idea and shouted at the air, “Who! Who’s learning to talk like me!”

I saw a joke: I heard that recently a girl using 30x leverage to short her best friends went viral? The reason is that she only asked for 10k yuan in bride price but lied to a few best friends that she asked for 300k yuan. As a result, her friends have been unable to get married for a long time!🤣📷 🤣

My buddy's criteria for choosing a partner: she has to be alive. We've introduced him to dozens, and he hasn't liked any. When asked what kind of girl he wants, he said: "I just want someone I message, and she doesn't just reply with 'Hmm,' 'Okay,' or 'Haha.'" Later, he met someone who types really fast and they had a great chat. On the day they met, she said: Sorry, my mom has been chatting with you all this time.

Let me tell you a secret: really avoid contact with people who have unappealing facial features. An unappealing face has nothing to do with appearance; it's just that you instinctively feel a sense of resistance and discomfort when you see them. Even if the other person clearly shows friendliness, you just have a feeling that something's off—getting chills or goosebumps all over. If you encounter someone like this, run away immediately.

My boyfriend came back from a business trip and said the underwear I gave him was a bit tight. I said it’s impossible, I bought it according to your size. He sent me a photo. I zoomed in and looked for a while, and it really was tight. Just as I was about to reply, I suddenly realized—he was wearing it inside out.

Which one is better to send to your crush?

Staying at a youth hostel, I started to feel the bed sway in the middle of the night. It wasn't just a gentle sway; it was rhythmic. A female voice whispered softly, "Be gentle... don’t wake anyone up..." A male voice gasped, "Hold on, almost there... this thing is too tight..." I curled up tighter under the blanket, my heart pounding. Then I heard a "click" sound. The male voice sighed in relief, "Finally got it off! Your thermos lid is way too tight, I was dying of thirst."

I got into a taxi, and the driver was very handsome. He didn’t speak the entire ride, only looked at me through the rearview mirror. I started to feel nervous, so I pretended to play on my phone, actually sending my location to a friend. When we were almost home, he suddenly spoke, “Don’t get out.” I was startled and clenched the door handle. “What are you going to do?” I asked. He pointed outside the window. “Did you see that woman in the red dress across the street? I’ve worked three night shifts, and I’ve seen her on this street all three times, always at 2 a.m.”

Late-night convenience store, a tattooed girl stopped me: "Bro, can you help me buy a bottle of water? I’ll let you touch it." I looked at the rose tattooed below her collarbone and said, "No need to touch, I recognize this pattern." She was stunned for a moment. I continued, "This is the standard tattoo of the girls under 'Big Brother Dong' in Yanjiao, all in the same spot, two centimeters below the collarbone. Your group was taken down last year, how did you get out?"

My family has a genetic predisposition for large breasts, and combined with me wearing bras late, they tend to sag. When I was seventeen or eighteen, I

Crypto friends, should I trust Lawyer Bao?

As a seasoned online shopping veteran, I’ll teach you how to spot "borderline" reviews:
If a review says: "My husband’s eyes lit up when he saw me, five stars!" — this dress really shows off your figure.
If a review says: "Customer service was very patient, answered my questions for two hours." — this toy has quite complex features.
If a review says: "The delivery guy worked hard, delivered in the rain, thumbs up for the courier."

I'll do good until the end. Damn, the ending highlights.

She is called Jin Feng, known on the streets as “Sister Jin San.” She started out in a small border town in Yunnan, and over the course of seven years, the women and children she “sent” out through her own hands add up to more than 130, roughly. She never personally escorted shipments; she only traded information—wherever there was a girl who had placed an order, which mountain road could be used to get around checkpoints, and which buyer was willing to pay generously. Like a spider, she sat in the county town’s mahjong parlor, weaving a web hundreds of kilometers wide.