Chief Wahoo is the mascott for the Cleveland Indians.
The Indians had a kick ass team from 1994 until around 2002 then they started to fall apart. They are still a damn good franchise and the city of Cleveland wouldn't be the same without them.
As always there are many haters out there that try to bash Chief Wahoo. They tend to be Native groups or ultra liberal activist groups that are set out to burn all white males and piss on our ashes. I personally do not see how naming a beloved team after a group of people is raciest. When people name a team, they give them a proud name that is a symbol of strength and power.
I can't stand all of these liberal player haters fighting to destroy Chief Wahoo and any other American tradition. If they care so much about society, maybe they should clean up Cleveland's Public schools.
When you are Bang a girl from Behind who is the on rag you your index finger and middle fingers on both hand finger her in her bloddy snatch then paint her face with your bloody fingers
Lee felixs iconic lines which make most people in the straykids fandom go crazy (Me personally. I bark and scream.) … Cookin' like a chef I'm a 5 star 미슐랭
"미"의 정점을 찍고 눈에 보여 illusion
Whoo 첨 느꼈지 이런 감정
놀랄 거야 gonna shock 바로 감전
“ Cookin' like a chef I'm a 5 star 미슐랭 "미"의 정점을 찍고 눈에 보여 illusion Whoo 첨 느꼈지 이런 감정 놀랄 거야 gonna shock 바로 감전 is such a good stray kids song isnt it!? i have that SONG on repeat!”
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”