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Nick Jonas Sagged His “Find You” Music Video& We’re All Freaking Out

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OMG, you guys. Today is already a great day. Nick Jonas’ “Find You” music video is ultimately here, and it’s certainly, really good. Nick Jonas, the international human of seductive, is always remarkable us with brand new music, and this time it’s something wholly, perfectly stylish. Jonas’ new song, “Find You, ” is the sort of gentle chant to get you in the mood to dance on the beach with a bunch of attractive strangers. Jonas does that in the music video, and it is truly stimulating for me. Can I do that? Is that what a beach day with Jonas is like? If so, sign me up.

Jonas plunged “Find You” on Sept. 14, 2017, and the whole world started bobbing their honchoes. We know where to find you, Nick Jonas. You can find him on the radio until forever because this song is catchy AF, y’all. So what does this music video actually intend? Who is it about, and why is he driving an expensive auto so close to the liquid? Watch out, buster! One of the texts says, “I look for you in the center of the sun.” I have no clue what who are able to intend, but do not sound instantly at the sunshine, parties. It’s not worth it to only find a whodunit girl that deters hiding from you. No way.

This is Jonas’ second song to come out this summer, and we aren’t mad about it. The psalm, “Remember I Told You” was the catchy chant released in May. It peculiarity Mike Posner and Anne Marie, and it showcased Jonas’ sultry voice. Mama like. Both songs are completely different, but both are sensual.

One thing is for certain, Jonas knows how to connect with his followers. In October of 2016, he told

Heartbreak is a topic that a lot of beings relate to — the challenges presented by the next steps in their own lives, and when some doorways open, and how you approach the next ones opening … I watched pretty quickly that it was a lot of what my fans could relate to. It’s nerve-wracking when[ the feelings] are as personal as the ones that I shared were. But I experience allayed when I use my writing as a course to treat — it’s extremely therapeutic.

Jonas is getting deep, and I like it.

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I took a pill but it didn’t help me numb
I see your face even when my eyes are shut
But I never certainly know where to find you

I taste the words that keep falling out your mouth
If I could love you I would never put you down
But I never certainly know where to find you

Where to find you
Where to find you
But I never truly know where to find you
Try, try, try
Try, try, try
Try, try, try
But I never actually know where to find you

I’m guessing, based on the music video, Jonas is stumbling through a sweltering, steamy desert all alone, and finally obtains the beautiful California coast. Although one would assume the first stop “wouldve been” directly into the giant body of water, Jonas instead dances with all the beautiful women on the beach. Hey, we all have our priorities. Is he looking for that special woman he lost long ago? Is he searching for himself? Oh, Jonas. You are a strange man.

At the end of the video, Jonas hops into a Lyft on the beach and leaves. Yes, he gets into a freakin’ Lyft. I couldn’t believe it either, but it happened. Does that have sense, or is it cunning make placement? Maybe a little bit of both, frankly. Although Jonas never seems to find who he’s go looking for, the music video is a luscious treat.

Now, let’s all get out there and shake our hips to this sexy little song and find our inner dance! Afterall, we’re all looking for something.

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Kitten reunited with owner after M4 car crash – BBC News

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Image copyright Hussein Sharaf Image caption Hussein Sharaf has been reunited with his five-month-old cat Bruno

A kitten which was flung from a auto in a motorway disintegrate has been reunited with its owner after a public appeal.

Hussein Sharaf’s car overturned on the M4 two weeks ago and five-month-old Bruno was hurled into the road.

The 22 -year-old said he had lost hope of experiencing his pet after an initial rummage demonstrated fruitless.

But the pair have now been reunited thanks to determined voluntaries from social media groups and baby websites.

The tabby-Bengal desegregate was recognise by a member of the public on Wednesday next to the motorway in Wiltshire.

He was said to be “hungry but OK”.

Image copyright Hussein Sharaf Image caption Bruno was “hungry but OK” after his motorway disintegrate ordeal

Mr Sharaf’s car disintegrated into the central reservation near Royal Wootton Bassett, propelling the “cat-o-nine-tail” carrier into the middle corridor of the motorway.

A policeman told the software developer he had seen the animal “flee in fear”.

After his handout from infirmary, Mr Sharaf was joined by members of ‘lost and found’ websites and Facebook groups in the search for the missing cat.

Image copyright Hussein Sharaf Image caption Mr Sharaf’s auto affected the central booking and invalidated, flinging his cat carrier out of a ruined window

But he said it was “like searching for a needle in a haystack” and he reluctantly returned to his house in London.

However, voluntaries resumed the search and put up posters until Bruno was recognized 12 days later by motorist Lee Palmer.

“I’d been looking out for him daily on my passage home … and managed to stop and coax him towards me, ” he said.

“I got him dwelling and fed him as he was surface and bone as he’d clearly not been eating.”

Mr Sharaf included: “It just goes to show that there are such amazing parties in this world.

“Not only Lee but all the nice voluntaries who went out looking for him.”

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75 -Year-Old Walmart Worker Suffers Broken Hip After Confronting Shoplifter

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A 75 -year-old

The employee recognized “large merchandise” hidden under bathroom tissue, and as customary of her job, was just going make sure everything was paid for.

She illustrated via phone call to WDRB:

“He has a cart full, I make, large stock underneath some bathroom tissue. So, I went over to him and asked for his acknowledgment. He didn’t say a word … he simply automatically turned the cart towards me, and I thought he was going to knock me over, so, my instinct was to grab hold.”

That’s when things took a painful swerve, as the suspect sharply pulled the cart away from the elderly laborer and moved her descending to the floor, territory her one agonize hip injury. She contributed 😛 TAGEND

“I landed on my hip. I couldn’t move, I felt like I was paralyzed.”

Clarksville Police say the incident happened around 4 in the morning. Officials are trying to identify the doubt, who are suffering from more than simply a shoplifting charge.

Related: Tom Hardy Takes Down Thief Until The Cops Arrived !

Detective Ray Hall told neighbourhood press 😛 TAGEND

“Since he forcibly took the produce from a Walmart employee, he will be charged with strong arm robbery.”

As for Wilson, who left the situation on a stretcher with a shattered hip, she seems to regret trying to be a hero , memo 😛 TAGEND

“I would never try to stop him or anything, but I do regret asking for his receipt.”

Well, that is her position, after all. But are Walmart greeters also supposed to double as bodyguards?

Let’s hope the series titan does a better undertaking at keeping its employees safe. Watch surveillance footage of the altercation HERE.

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Can You Escape From Hell?

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You are having a great time driving on the open road, and everything is going really well for you.

Oh, fuck! Martin Scorsese just walked out into the middle of the road. No time to hit the brakes. What are you going to do?

You swerve at the last second and your car flips over. Scorsese is safe and sound, but you aren’t. Martin Scorsese drags your lifeless body out of the wreckage of your car.

“This person is dead!” shouts Martin Scorsese, alone on a stretch of highway somewhere in the middle of the country, cradling your bloody corpse. “Well, I hope you don’t go to Hell, pal.”

Uh-oh. Looks like Marty isn’t getting it.

“If you have a couple hours to kill, please watch my movie Goodfellas. I’m a little biased, but I think it’s a pretty good movie. Cheers.”

“Do you know about any good restaurants in NYC?”

The Wolf Of Wall Street! And it’s rated R!”

You’re about 10 feet away from smashing into Martin Scorsese at 60 miles per hour. What are you going to do?

You Went To Jail For Killing Martin Scorsese With Your Car

Well, the good news is that you’re alive. But you killed Martin Scorsese with your car, and now you’re in jail for the rest of your life. Bummer.

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But you do. You’re in Hell now.

“Hell is where people go when they are bad like me,” says a little boy behind you. “It is bad.”

“I stole some plums.”

“I don’t feel bad about it. Stealing the plums. I’m glad I stole them. Honestly, I wish I had stolen more of those plums.”

“The only way to know why you are in Hell is to think back on all the bad things you did in your life and remember which one was the most bad. That is the reason you are here in Hell with me, the boy who stole some plums.”

You think back to the first bad thing you ever did, which was very clearly mouthing the phrase “I’m fucking naked in here” during your mother’s ultrasound.

Then there was that time you lied to your father about being able to see a private John Fogerty concert if you stick your head in the sand. That was mean.

And the time you did this.

But then you remember it. The most bad thing you ever did: pouring hot broth down a beluga whale’s blowhole just so that when it shot the broth out, you could eat it by sticking your tongue out and catching the warm broth rain on your tongue. That was bad and very rude.

“That must be why you’re in Hell. That’s very bad. Not as bad as me, though. I stole some plums, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Man, I don’t know, man, I’m just a fucking kid who stole some plums, and now I’m in Hell, and I don’t know anything about escaping from Hell, man; you’re gonna have to figure it out on your own.”

Well, here you are in Hell. It smells like shit because it’s Hell. “This won’t do,” you think to yourself. “I need to escape from Hell.”

But first, you need to figure out which part of Hell you’re in. Luckily, there’s an information kiosk nearby.

“Hello. Welcome to Hell, the main bad place. How can I help you?”

“Poured broth down a whale’s blowhole.”

“From what I gather, this is a fairly common way for people to wind up in Hell. Anything else I can help you with?”

“Of course! Here you go.”

Here is a map of Hell. Where do you want to go?

“Okay, good luck. And fuck you. In Hell, we say ‘fuck you’ all the time because it’s Hell, baby. We can do whatever we want.”

Welcome to North Hell, the northern area of Hell. On your way here, you notice the scenery change from lava flows and subterranean gloom to paved streets and picket fences. Everyone here seems really happy.

“That’s allowed here!” says an old woman. “Can I be your Hell Wife?”

“Great! You can crash at my place.”

“You’ll have to share a room with my grandson Nathan, but he’s a sweetheart. We are not related!”

Nathan nods his head. Your Hell Wife exits the room, leaving you two to stare at each other in silence.

“…”

“I’m listening to a sound effects library of exclusively door-opening sounds.”

*muffled door-opening sound effects*

And This Is Pretty Much How It Goes For The Rest Of Eternity

Nathan listens to his sound effects. And you just sit there. It’s not so bad. Could be worse. It’s still Hell. You didn’t escape, but, you know. Could be worse. Nathan’s a nice guy. Nice enough, at least. Sometimes you and your Hell Wife hang out. It’s fine. You’re in Hell.

You pass a family standing on the lawn in front of their house.

“I love living in Hell with my Hell Family,” says the happy woman in Hell. “In life, I had a different family, but now I am dead in Hell for stealing three plums, and I live with my Hell Family. I don’t know their names and had never met them before, but they are with me forever now. We are not related!”

“I love living with these strangers in Hell,” say a nearby couple. “We met each other in Hell, and now we have two daughters who we are not related to. They are in Hell for pouring broth down a whale’s blowhole.”

“Hey, buddy, it’s me, the only dog in Hell. I don’t have a fucking clue why I’m in Hell, but honestly, it’s not so bad. Happy New Year! Today is New Year’s Day in Hell, and I am a dog.”

“Hello there. We’re in Hell. It’s whatever.”

As you walk down the streets of North Hell meeting all these happy people who have only good things to say about being in Hell, you start to wonder if you really want to escape. Maybe Hell is an okay place to be.

“Okay! Good luck with that! I’m going to go find a bunch of mud to sit in because it’s Hell and anything goes, baby!”

You head toward East Hell and find yourself in an eerie subterranean tunnel. You hear the haunting echoes of people stating matter-of-factly, “I am in Hell,” and “Okay, here I am in Hell, I guess.”

You totally disobeyed that sign! What a badass. You truly belong in Hell.

On the other side of the fence, you discover a staircase. The smell of shit is waning, and now you’re beginning to smell something else…it’s a familiar smell…the smell of hot dogs…and pretzels…and, okay, there’s a little shit mixed in there, too.

You emerge from a manhole and blink your eyes. Suddenly, you realize that you are 100 precent nude.

You take in your surroundings, the hustle and bustle of the modern metropolis. A cab driver turns to a businessman and says, “Look at that naked guy,” clearly referring to you.

The businessman smiles and coughs and says, “Only in NYC, cab man. Only in NYC! Now take me to the Bronx Zoo and step on it! I must see an elephant!”

NYC…it’s familiar to you, but you can’t quite remember what it means. Some sort of code…or abbreviation…but what for?

Oh, hell yeah! There it is! That fucking thing! You remember that thing! It means something…but what does it mean?

“It means you’re in New York City, baby! Laundry Village! The Three Hundred–Pound Town! You are here, and you are alive! Kiss me, you big lug!”

You Escaped From Hell!

You did it! You found the tunnel that leads to the exit of Hell. Now, you’re completely nude somewhere in New York City. Nice work!

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Here you are in South Hell. All of Hell smells like shit, but this part really smells like shit. Probably because this is the part of Hell where the Devil hangs out. Maybe if you talk to Him, he’ll help you get the fuck out of here. How do you want to summon the Devil?

Terrific. Is this the rock ’n’ roll gesture?

Nothing happened. Maybe that wasn’t the right gesture. Try a different one?

Very nice! Here it is. The rock ’n’ roll gesture, yes?

Nothing happened. Maybe that wasn’t the right gesture. Try a different one?

How about this bad boy? Yeah? Is this the international sign for rude guitars?

Nothing happened. Maybe that wasn’t the right gesture. Try a different one?

This one? How about this one?

You Could Not Escape From Hell

You spend an eternity trying unsuccessfully to remember the rock ’n’ roll gesture. The closest thing you can think of is this, and you do it for thousands of years in the hope of summoning the Devil. But it doesn’t work. The Devil doesn’t know what the fuck this gesture means, and neither do you. You’re stuck doing it forever. You could not escape from Hell. Sorry.

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Pretty much immediately, the Devil shows up.

“Hello, I could not help but notice that you were doing the international sign for rude guitars. I am the Devil, and I love that sign. That’s exactly the sort of thing that is right up my alley. Big, big fan.”

The Devil’s Prayer is as follows:

“Devil, Devil, hear my prayer,
I want to get out of here.
Devil, Devi

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At Least One Person Is Dead And 19 Injured After Violence In Charlottesville

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The list of casualtiesafter an alt-right revival in Charlottesville, Virginia on Aug. 12 isgetting worse. A hospital spokesperson at University of Virginia Medical Center said thatthe Charlottesville casualties include one dead and 19 disabled, CBS News reported on Saturday afternoon. The death appears to have come after a auto plowed into a audience of protesters, sending mass winging and leaving the injured littered around the street.

UPDATE : The victim in Charlottesville has been identified as Heather Heyer, 32, a paralegal who are in Virginia, according to Her childhood pal, Felicia Correa, spoke to the paper on behalf of the members of her family.She died doing what was right, Correa said, speaking for Heyer’s mother.

A GoFundMe page set up by Correa for Heyer’s household has collected over $60,000 as of Sunday morning. A mention on the sheet says that the funds will be released to whoever the family chooses to beincharge of Heyer’s estate.

EARLIER Charlottesville Police Chief Al Thomas said that the victimkilled in the incident was a 32 -year-old woman, who was killed crossing wall street. Thomas said that authorities has not been able to be releasing additional information and clarification until the woman’s next of kin had been notified.

He added that the move was in custody, and that the incident was being treated as a criminal murder. He said that a total of 35 parties were being treated for harms, including nine with hurts straying from life-threatening to minor due to the car crash.

Separately, two parties died in apache helicopters disintegrate seven miles outside Charlottesville, and Gov. Terry McAuliffe referencedthree fatalities at the news conference, is in accordance with ABC News. Authorities did not approve if apache helicopters gate-crash was related to the violence all over the alt-right rally.

Charlottesville Mayor Mike Signer posted a letter addressed to Twitter shortly after 3 p. m. ET on Aug. 12, confirming the first demise. I am heartbroken that a life has been lost here, he wrote. I advocate all peopleof good will go home.

There are as yet no details about the identity of such persons killed or those injured in the crash.

The hurts came after frictions between alt-right demonstrators and counter-protesters at Charlottesville’s Emancipation Park, where white patriots had strategy a Unite the Right rally to preach for white people and protest the removal of a statue of a Confederate general. An additional 15 traumata from the rally itself have also been reported, is in accordance with CBS News.

A graphic video, captivated on Periscope and shared to Twitter, shown in the scaring time when the car slams into the crowd.

The crash happened several hours after theUnite the Right rally was broken up by police. We met groupings of fighting, the person filming narrates, as the crowd chants the motto our streets and moves around two motionlesscars. A instant subsequently, a third vehicle barrels through the crowd, slamming into people and the cars onward, casting organizations piloting as marchers holler. A moment eventually, the car goes into change and backs away from the scene.

Another angle, from a distance, shows the car intensifying into the crowd.

The driver of the car is in police detention, according to the Associated Press. The operator, a gentleman, has not been identified.

Rob& Chyna: the saddest depict on TV

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The format of this dreadfully dull show is identical to others of the Kardashian empire: wearisome panoramas of people sitting in kitchens not devouring cheese plates

Is there a least qualified world prove superstar than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 beings from the throwing register of A& Es Intervention and Rob Kardashian and had to choose one to base an ongoing tv series around, would you ever pick him unless you knew his last name? Isnt this a tragedy? Shouldnt we all be more unnerved?

Sunday darkness debut of the brand-new E! sequence Rob& Chyna celebrates the proceed of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes invested years of their own lives unwilling to leave his room, which effected him to gain( his words) a traction of heavines. He gazes little comfortable establishing eye linked with other human beings than the little orphan girlfriend Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor people thin, matted “hairs-breadth”. His wardrobe contained in T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other paroles, when I watch this astoundingly depressing curriculum, I envision myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to manufacture us empathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an digression, isnt it a little bit grisly that Blac Chyna starts almost exclusively by the reputation Chyna in the first occurrence now that the original Chyna the former WWE wrestler has died? Its like ransacking through people jewelry after a funeral.

Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual virtuoso of this show, even if her epithet is second on the marquee. She came up from the world-famous strip teams of Atlanta and became something of an entrepreneur, at least in accordance with the rules that we define that term in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid infamy through a sect of temperament social media ubiquity, labelled concoctions, and now, the final article of the mystify, an E! world dealership. Shes become a major supporting player in the ongoing Kardashian meta-narrative having a baby with the rapper Tyga, who then leaves her for Kylie Jenner, which leads to Chyna link patrols with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her giving potential is not for me to decide (* cough its bullshit cough *) but what is is whether or not this Tv show is good. Its not.

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Rob& Chyna: become with the wind. Photo: E!

If your litmus test for fastening with a program is answering the issues to does someone fart within the first 10 instants with a yes, then Rob& Chyna is for you. Spoiler alert, Chyna farts in the car. If “youd prefer” a little bit of drama, then maybe flip over to another canal. Or throw your cable casket or streaming machine into the nearest open body of water and stroll into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this dreadfully monotonous show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: wearisome situations of people driving luxury gondolas on featureless freeways, sitting around kitchens not feeing cheese layers, or folding invests for a business expedition that may or may not ever happen. During these backgrounds, mush-mouthed pod beings debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a vague problem. Someone needs to text someone back about a stuff that happened off camera. Someone perceives disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these indicates is like speaking “the worlds largest” banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a cure for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should regulate it.

The ostensible plan of this episode is organized around Rob alleging Chyna of texting guys behind his back. He affirms this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes fixing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes neighbourhood with Rob spread out comfortably on a bottom. Chyna repudiates any misbehavior, then alleges Rob of contacting maidens behind her back. He apparently declares it, which I vaguely remember before my eyelids glued closed for the evening. It must be the case, because the very next stage is Chyna in another expensive automobile screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches world TV for aggressivenes, incoherent shouting and curse. This is why I favor the Andy Cohen Bravo model for reality over the ponderous Ryan Seacrest/ Kris Jenner luxury gabfests. Contrast Rob& Chyna with Bravos Below Deck, currently on its fourth season and with one spinoff under its loop. Below Decks premise is simple: give a cluster of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, travel them with alcohol, and be fostered to melt down every occurrence. Would you instead watch that or a show starring people too far-famed to stir proper suckers of themselves for your delight? The answer is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy including appraise to the culture to devalue myself with such frivolities, but dont worry, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly securing up too.

I will say that the producers of Rob& Chyna( which include the titular Rob and Chyna among their ranks) do try to spice acts up. Scott Disick appears in the role of Robs only friend in the entire world and his chauffeur, schlepping him around Los Angeles like a pasty grey Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable incident where Rob moves into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying blooms to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, chucks them in a reserve, then knocks Rob out of her home. This is the turning point of the suspect legend, as the rest of the escapade involves Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has seemingly forgetting that she hollered at him to leave her alone while pee-pee all over his nostalgic gesture. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, really took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the extended Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how to deal with Rob. Jenner is shown to be so shrewd that I half expected her to have grown a beard, picked up a large rod, and hurled on a pointy hat off-screen. Much has been made of how Blac Chyna is so clever and took down the Kardashians by getting engaged to Rob. Thats a neat little underdog narrative, but if you think that Kris Jenner isnt inventive enough to use this to her advantage and will be the eventual winner of this dim-witted game, then you arent paying attention to the picture. Thats fine, since it probably became you pass out from boredom, but the fact remains that one of the last faces you see in this first escapade is Kris Jenner. The whole moronic initiative is hers and hers alone. Chyna can have a piece, as long as she compensates her taxes to her feudal lord.

And they are Rob. At last, they found a behavior to monetize his mopey appearance and wrinkled robes. Instead of a Shrek-like animal they retain locked away in a cellar, he has his own prove, which merely furthers the aims of his family. In exchange, this humankind who likely has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a TV stellar. By coincidence, E! has stumbled upon the saddest reveal on tv, so filled with existential despair that youd accept it was drummed up by a government-funded columnist in some soggy Scandinavian country over a bottle of inexpensive scotch. If “youre watching” more than one of the following options occurrences, youll possibly find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

Snow storm moves north as blizzard advising remained in some areas

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( CNN) A nor’easter mainly spared New York City and Philadelphia but banged other countries of the region Tuesday with heavy snow and high winds. The cyclone is moving from northern parts of New England and upstate New York into Canada.

The late-winter storm fetched chaos to wandering and daily life, thrusting cancellations of about 8,800 US flights between Monday and Wednesday. Thousands of academies closed. Connecticut banned highway jaunt for several hours, and major regional rail traffic was dangled. Five weather-related demises were reported in three states and in Canada.

Normalcy trickled back to some areas as study services and flights resumed Tuesday evening. Schools in New York and New Jersey are expected to reopen on Wednesday. But blizzard advises remain in effect for parts of New England until early morning Wednesday.

Space Race 2.0: NASA Just Shot A Used Pickup Truck 30 Feet In The Air With A Trampoline To Compete With SpaceXs Falcon Heavy Launch

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All eyes were on SpaceX yesterday as it successfully launched a Tesla Roadster out of Earth’s atmosphere with its newest rocket. But NASA clearly isn’t rolling over and allowing Elon Musk to anoint himself the unquestioned leader of space travel, because the federal agency just shot a used pickup truck over 30 feet into the air from a trampoline.

Watch out, SpaceX, because we’ve got a 21st-century space race on our hands.

The mood was tense this morning when dozens of NASA engineers carefully pushed a 1997 Ford F-150 off the roof of a Central Florida Best Buy and onto a precisely placed trampoline, but nerves turned to jubilation when the truck bounced an incredible 32 feet into the air before crashing fender-first onto the parking lot. And when NASA engineers saw that the totaled chassis of the truck was nearly half in the large square they had drawn in chalk designating where they thought the truck would land, the entire department erupted in a huge cheer.

Your move, Elon.

Not to be outdone by SpaceX’s massive publicity push for its launch, NASA had dozens of spectators there to witness every aspect of the mission, with several people who had been doing errands in the area also stopping to glance at what was going on. One particularly excited space fan rushed over to NASA personnel, demanding to be compensated for damages after an axle of the launched truck came flying off when it landed and smashed through the windshield of his car parked nearby.

Um, yeah. The space race is officially BACK.

Clearly, neither SpaceX nor NASA will be taking a backseat in the space race anytime soon. It looks like the competition will only get more intense as both set their sights on Mars travel and deep space exploration, and we’ll be watching to see who comes out on top.

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Minivan Snowplow Now Has Wings – Video

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While I don’t want to say everyone needs to have a minivan, as it is super handy, I think everyone needs to have a minivan. As it is super handy. Look at the possibilities here! When you’re snowed in, you can make a few adjustments and your car makes sure you’re mobile again in no time!

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Chris Soules Was Arrested For Low-Key Killing Someone

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Part-time farmer and former Bachelor Chris Soules is apparently a full-time moron. The Iowa farm boy might be looking at some jail age after getting arrested for an alleged affect and extend where another move died.

Yes, you fucking speak that correctlysomeone fucking croaked. According to TMZ, Soules allegedly rear ended a John Deere tractor trailerwhich, TBH, I don’t really just knowing that that isbut then the asshole left the incident! The John Deere ended up in a trench, and the driver was taken to a infirmary by ambulance where he subsequently died, which is incredibly sad.

And did Soules come through as a hero and try to help? No, the chicken shit drove off in his Chevy pickup like the subject of some depressing-ass country anthem. TMZ reported that as of this morning Soules is being arraignedwhich, if you’ve ever watched you’d know that this is where Soules will choose to either allege guilty or not guiltyand police reportedly discovered alcohol receptacles at the time of the accident. So yeah , not looking good for our former farmer Bachelor.

Soules was booked into an Iowa jail on service charges of leaving the panorama of a demise, which you can bet emphatically carries a big retribution if he’s was guilty. Yup, I just Googled it. Depending on where you live, going convicted of that can leave you with a good gob of prison time. Congrats Chris, I think you just might be the first Bachelor felon! Can they host a season of from within a prison? What would the fantasize suites is just like? I can see it now:

Also, can we just talk about the mug shot for a hot second? In occurrence you don’t conceive us, you can clearly see Soules with his signature slicked-back mane and wearing a fucking shirt that says “Soules” on it. What in the hell, male. Maybe not best available branding.

How fucking thankful do you think Whintey is right now? She avoided a lifetime of writing Dear John characters while her fianc provided prison time and she was stranded in Bumfuck, Iowa. Safe to say she dodged a huge bullet.

Don’t meet your heroes, minors. Especially when that hero is a Bachelor with a dolphin chuckle without the moral compass to stick around at the incident of road traffic accidents he made THAT KILLED SOMEONE.

Rest In Peace to the other driver. Envisages and devotions for their own families.