Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?
First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.
Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!
Dammit, my tricks explained!
All disorders and disabilities accepted on this post, not just autism and adhd
This is not ok as someone with an interest in psychology I try my best to identify when I do something that could hurt people emotionally or physically. Even if I hate that I’ve done it and don’t want to admit it, it saddens me when I remember that this happens and reminds me that many won’t admit to doing this.
As a female in high school it angers me that society has made it so women can get away with this. NOBODY SHOULD GET AWAY WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!!
Women can be trash and abusive as well.
Solomon’s Shield is the name of the app
OMG Download this!!!! Stop Police Brutality!
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McDanno One-Shot (title from a song by Bob Marley)
Their laughter mocks his nerves. The constant breeze combined with the soft sound of the waves is disturbingly beautiful. Danny clamps his beer bottle between his fingers. He wishes to be back in the fog of New Jersey during fall. The grime from his hometown sticks to his mood as dirty and as unshakeable as ever. It has been weeks now, and it doesn’t get any better.
Steve’s jaw doesn’t show any discolored skin anymore. His bruise has healed, and the sore feeling has surely faded away. Steve’s never mentioned the punch once. Danny’s fist hasn’t suffered any damage and there’s no pounding in his knuckles anymore, but the curses don’t weaken. They are just as fresh and filthy on his tongue as on the very first day he’d landed in Hawaii.
A new wave of laughter clashes with his body, making him tense up even more. Danny’s stiff muscles send a dull ache through his lower back. He chews at the inside of his cheek. A fake smile is plastered on his lips. The conversation is light, abnormally cheerful. A lot of jokes are thrown back and forth like balls and everyone laughs and is having a good time – except Danny.
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You can’t hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords. And when I say you are a coward it is only because you are one of the slimiest weaklings ever to walk the Earth! The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner