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Frosty Bantha Milk (Star Wars Blue Milk) - This Frosty Bantha Milk recipe (AKA Star Wars Blue Milk) is super easy to make and perfect for your next Star Wars Party!

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And some of you madlads wanted to see the inside

Gambling operations like 'Predictive Markets' like Kalshi, sports betting, gacha games, and other gambling platforms have been heavily pushed at men (redpill/manosphere spaces especially are heavily sponsored by gambling companies) and now that a lot of men are hooked these operations will probably be targeting women as a demographic soon too. If Andra's (creator above) experience is accurate for other influencers, a lot of influencers with high percentages of women in their audience will be approached to push gambling (personally I'll be on the lookout for who's promoting gambling in the next 6-12 months).

Blind boxes, gacha games, and loot boxes have also gotten pushed out to all age demographics (see: Labubus) so if you have kids our young people in your life I'd also be checking in on them because gambling issues really can sneak up on you fast.

Then think about how you’re coming off a sophomore season that had you scoring 59 points in 61 games in OHL. You’re (+/-) is PLUS SEVENTEEN in your sophomore year.

Your best friend had 53 in 68. He’s incredible. You want the world for him. One of your other best friends is a defender with great stats too, 23 in 62 games. Those are insane stats for a defender.

Both of them are selected for Canada Juniors and you get it. The team wants someone who’s 2 inches taller, and that’s fine. You get to go to the Camp anyway and you expect the call that says they went with other players. They went with players that had lower stats but they were bigger and taller and had a more physical game. You get it. You eat the rejection because you expect it. Doesn’t matter you helped the U18s win the Hlinka Gretzky the year before. Only 5 games but still. You want your friends to win because you believe in them. You’re their biggest cheerleader.

At the combine you outperform most other prospects. They rank you in the top tier, just below the guy that’s going first, tied with the guys who are going after him. Then they do your physical measurements and you know it’s the nail in the coffin. You’re 5’8” and you’re not going in the first round—hell, you’re not going in the second.

With your stats and your combine performance, 2” taller and you’d be in the first. 4” taller and you’d be in the conversation.

Your friend that’s a defender went 11th to the Sharks. You think he should’ve been in the top 10, but you’re biased. You know what he can do. You’re gonna be his captain.

Your best friend is 28th. You’re so fucking proud of him. First round and he’s got so much to give, and his ceiling is fucking high.

You go to the draft in Nashville in person. All your friends are going high, and who knows. Maybe someone won’t care about a few inches. The flyers pick you 95th and of course they do. Daniel Briere is their GM.

95 is fucking low. But you were drafted, and you get why it took so long. You also know that people still think the flyers took a chance on you. That it’s a gamble to draft you.

Your next year in the O, you get 102.

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