https://blue.feedland.org/?river=http://data.feedland.org/blue/feeds/Elroy.xml Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:40 GMT feedland v0.6.43 https://cyber.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:40 GMT http://rpc.rsscloud.io:5337/pleaseNotify Fri, May 16, 2025 10:20 AM EDT <p>#GoFundMe</p> <p>Please repost this thread &amp; donate:</p> <p>gofundme.com/manage/help-...</p> <p>On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share &amp; retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows:</p> <p>A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>or</p> <p>Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation</p> <p>1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>and</p> <p>El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila.</p> <p>or</p> <p>El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila.</p> <p>Uceta Super Market 5 Inc</p> <p>652 S 60 St. Phila.</p> <p>Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal</p> <p>Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso</p> <p>3917 N Fairhill St, Phila.</p> Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:40 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789280 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789280 #GoFundMe Please repost this thread & donate: gofundme.com/manage/help-... On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share & retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows: A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn or Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation 1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn and El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila. or El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila. Uceta Super Market 5 Inc 652 S 60 St. Phila. Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso 3917 N Fairhill St, Phila. <p>#GoFundMe</p> <p>Please repost this thread &amp; donate:</p> <p>gofundme.com/manage/help-...</p> <p>On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share &amp; retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows:</p> <p>A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>or</p> <p>Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation</p> <p>1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>and</p> <p>El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila.</p> <p>or</p> <p>El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila.</p> <p>Uceta Super Market 5 Inc</p> <p>652 S 60 St. Phila.</p> <p>Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal</p> <p>Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso</p> <p>3917 N Fairhill St, Phila.</p> Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:35 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789279 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789279 #GoFundMe Please repost this thread & donate: gofundme.com/manage/help-... On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share & retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows: A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn or Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation 1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn and El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila. or El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila. Uceta Super Market 5 Inc 652 S 60 St. Phila. Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso 3917 N Fairhill St, Phila. <p>#GoFundMe</p> <p>Please repost this thread &amp; donate:</p> <p>gofundme.com/manage/help-...</p> <p>On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share &amp; retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows:</p> <p>A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>or</p> <p>Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation</p> <p>1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>and</p> <p>El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila.</p> <p>or</p> <p>El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila.</p> <p>Uceta Super Market 5 Inc</p> <p>652 S 60 St. Phila.</p> <p>Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal</p> <p>Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso</p> <p>3917 N Fairhill St, Phila.</p> Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:33 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789278 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789278 #GoFundMe Please repost this thread & donate: gofundme.com/manage/help-... On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share & retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows: A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn or Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation 1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn and El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila. or El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila. Uceta Super Market 5 Inc 652 S 60 St. Phila. Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso 3917 N Fairhill St, Phila. <p>#GoFundMe</p> <p>Please repost this thread &amp; donate:</p> <p>gofundme.com/manage/help-...</p> <p>On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share &amp; retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows:</p> <p>A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>or</p> <p>Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation</p> <p>1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>and</p> <p>El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila.</p> <p>or</p> <p>El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila.</p> <p>Uceta Super Market 5 Inc</p> <p>652 S 60 St. Phila.</p> <p>Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal</p> <p>Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso</p> <p>3917 N Fairhill St, Phila.</p> Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:32 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789277 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789277 #GoFundMe Please repost this thread & donate: gofundme.com/manage/help-... On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share & retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows: A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn or Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation 1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn and El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila. or El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila. Uceta Super Market 5 Inc 652 S 60 St. Phila. Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso 3917 N Fairhill St, Phila. <p>#GoFundMe</p> <p>Please repost this thread &amp; donate:</p> <p>gofundme.com/manage/help-...</p> <p>On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share &amp; retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows:</p> <p>A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>or</p> <p>Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation</p> <p>1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>and</p> <p>El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila.</p> <p>or</p> <p>El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila.</p> <p>Uceta Super Market 5 Inc</p> <p>652 S 60 St. Phila.</p> <p>Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal</p> <p>Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso</p> <p>3917 N Fairhill St, Phila.</p> Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:31 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789276 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789276 #GoFundMe Please repost this thread & donate: gofundme.com/manage/help-... On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share & retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows: A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn or Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation 1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn and El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila. or El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila. Uceta Super Market 5 Inc 652 S 60 St. Phila. Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso 3917 N Fairhill St, Phila. <p>#GoFundMe</p> <p>Please repost this thread &amp; donate:</p> <p>gofundme.com/manage/help-...</p> <p>On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share &amp; retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows:</p> <p>A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>or</p> <p>Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation</p> <p>1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn</p> <p>and</p> <p>El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila.</p> <p>or</p> <p>El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila.</p> <p>Uceta Super Market 5 Inc</p> <p>652 S 60 St. Phila.</p> <p>Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal</p> <p>Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso</p> <p>3917 N Fairhill St, Phila.</p> Fri, 16 May 2025 14:20:22 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789275 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=789275 #GoFundMe Please repost this thread & donate: gofundme.com/manage/help-... On 5/14/25 my EBT/SNAP/food stamp benefits were electronically/digitally stolen. Funds were spent in #Philadelphia and #Brooklyn NY. Kindly share & retweet. A list of recipients of the stolen funds follows: A FAMILY BUTCHER SHOP AND GROCERY STORE, INC. (Possibly), 201 Neptune Ave, Brooklyn or Butcher And Grocery Store Corporation 1404 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn and El Buly Food Market Inc, 804 W susquehenna Avem Phila. or El Buly, 238 E Westmoreland St, Phila. Uceta Super Market 5 Inc 652 S 60 St. Phila. Agent: Andrys C Garcia Espinal Property Owner: Lopez Alfonso 3917 N Fairhill St, Phila. <p>When an elementary-school pupil with high expectations opened a backpack teeming with brand-new school supplies on the first day of classes, she faced a rude awakening. Instead of the grand 64-count of Crayolas with the free sharpener chunked into the back of the box, she pulled out a low-count pack of store-brand crayons.</p> <p>“Huthurr” (as we’re calling her to protect her parents’ identities and because that’s how Clevelanders pronounce “Heather”), went from zero to apoplectic spontaneously.</p> <p>“I’ve been ambushed!”, she shrieked. “I might as well try to color with fucking birthday candles!” She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears burning acid tracks into her exsanguinated skin. In a matter of seconds, her hair was matted with perspiration. As her teacher began lowering her to the floor to calm her, fearing she might spontaneously combust, Huthurr slammed herself down and arched her back. She looked as though she might levitate, but instead righted herself and ran all the way home.</p> <p>When she got there she told her parents, who were working from home, that she fled school because her teacher had gotten a bad perm and grew a perv ‘stache over summer vacation, and she had to leave class until she could figure something else out.</p> <p>As Huthurr stomped upstairs, wailing harder with every footfall, coughing up blood by the time she reached the top of the steps, her parents surmised that she might need some space. So they let her be, believing she would have to chill sooner or later. Meanwhile, while Mom and Dad were going about their business, Huthurr broke into their stash of permanent glue and got to work sabotaging their mascara and hair gel.</p> <p>The next morning, Huthurr’s parents commenced with their beauty rituals, but soon found themselves remarkably inconvenienced. As Huthurr was applying laundry-marker tattoos to their faces, she reminded them that she was her own coloring captain and anyone who meddles with her priorities does so at their own peril.</p> <p>As of this writing, Huthurr awaits a court date from the confines of foster care, and her parents are interviewing book agents and podcast producers.</p> Sat, 24 Aug 2024 18:44:56 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=532176 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=532176 When an elementary-school pupil with high expectations opened a backpack teeming with brand-new school supplies on the first day of classes, she faced a rude awakening. Instead of the grand 64-count of Crayolas with the free sharpener chunked into the back of the box, she pulled out a low-count pack of store-brand crayons. “Huthurr” (as we’re calling her to protect her parents’ identities and because that’s how Clevelanders pronounce “Heather”), went from zero to apoplectic spontaneously. “I’ve been ambushed!”, she shrieked. “I might as well try to color with fucking birthday candles!” She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears burning acid tracks into her exsanguinated skin. In a matter of seconds, her hair was matted with perspiration. As her teacher began lowering her to the floor to calm her, fearing she might spontaneously combust, Huthurr slammed herself down and arched her back. She looked as though she might levitate, but instead righted herself and ran all the way home. When she got there she told her parents, who were working from home, that she fled school because her teacher had gotten a bad perm and grew a perv ‘stache over summer vacation, and she had to leave class until she could figure something else out. As Huthurr stomped upstairs, wailing harder with every footfall, coughing up blood by the time she reached the top of the steps, her parents surmised that she might need some space. So they let her be, believing she would have to chill sooner or later. Meanwhile, while Mom and Dad were going about their business, Huthurr broke into their stash of permanent glue and got to work sabotaging their mascara and hair gel. The next morning, Huthurr’s parents commenced with their beauty rituals, but soon found themselves remarkably inconvenienced. As Huthurr was applying laundry-marker tattoos to their faces, she reminded them that she was her own coloring captain and anyone who meddles with her priorities does so at their own peril. As of this writing, Huthurr awaits a court date from the confines of foster care, and her parents are interviewing book agents and podcast producers. <p>When an elementary-school pupil with high expectations opened a backpack teeming with brand-new school supplies on the first day of classes, she faced a rude awakening. Instead of the grand 64-count of Crayolas with the free sharpener chunked into the back of the box, she pulled out a low-count pack of store-brand crayons.</p> <p>“Huthurr” (as we’re calling her to protect her parents’ identities and because that’s how Clevelanders pronounce “Heather”), went from zero to apoplectic spontaneously.</p> <p>“I’ve been ambushed!”, she shrieked. “I might as well try to color with fucking birthday candles!” She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears burning acid tracks into her exsanguinated skin. In a matter of seconds, her hair was matted with perspiration. As her teacher began lowering her to the floor to calm her, fearing she might spontaneously combust, Huthurr slammed herself down and arched her back. She looked as though she might levitate, but instead righted herself and ran all the way home.</p> <p>When she got there she told her parents, who were working from home, that she fled school because her teacher had gotten a bad perm and grew a perv ‘stache over summer vacation, and she had to leave class until she could figure something else out.</p> <p>As Huthurr stomped upstairs, wailing harder with every footfall, coughing up blood by the time she reached the top of the steps, her parents surmised that she might need some space. So they let her be, believing she would have to chill sooner or later. Meanwhile, while Mom and Dad were going about their business, Huthurr broke into their stash of permanent glue and got to work sabotaging their mascara and hair gel.</p> <p>The next morning, Huthurr’s parents commenced with their beauty rituals, but soon found themselves remarkably inconvenienced. As Huthurr was applying laundry-marker tattoos to their faces, she reminded them that she was her own coloring captain and anyone who meddles with her priorities does so at their own peril.</p> <p>As of this writing, Huthurr awaits a court date from the confines of foster care, and her parents are interviewing book agents and podcast producers.</p> Sat, 24 Aug 2024 18:44:20 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=532174 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=532174 When an elementary-school pupil with high expectations opened a backpack teeming with brand-new school supplies on the first day of classes, she faced a rude awakening. Instead of the grand 64-count of Crayolas with the free sharpener chunked into the back of the box, she pulled out a low-count pack of store-brand crayons. “Huthurr” (as we’re calling her to protect her parents’ identities and because that’s how Clevelanders pronounce “Heather”), went from zero to apoplectic spontaneously. “I’ve been ambushed!”, she shrieked. “I might as well try to color with fucking birthday candles!” She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears burning acid tracks into her exsanguinated skin. In a matter of seconds, her hair was matted with perspiration. As her teacher began lowering her to the floor to calm her, fearing she might spontaneously combust, Huthurr slammed herself down and arched her back. She looked as though she might levitate, but instead righted herself and ran all the way home. When she got there she told her parents, who were working from home, that she fled school because her teacher had gotten a bad perm and grew a perv ‘stache over summer vacation, and she had to leave class until she could figure something else out. As Huthurr stomped upstairs, wailing harder with every footfall, coughing up blood by the time she reached the top of the steps, her parents surmised that she might need some space. So they let her be, believing she would have to chill sooner or later. Meanwhile, while Mom and Dad were going about their business, Huthurr broke into their stash of permanent glue and got to work sabotaging their mascara and hair gel. The next morning, Huthurr’s parents commenced with their beauty rituals, but soon found themselves remarkably inconvenienced. As Huthurr was applying laundry-marker tattoos to their faces, she reminded them that she was her own coloring captain and anyone who meddles with her priorities does so at their own peril. As of this writing, Huthurr awaits a court date from the confines of foster care, and her parents are interviewing book agents and podcast producers. <p>When an elementary-school pupil with high expectations opened a backpack teeming with brand-new school supplies on the first day of classes, she faced a rude awakening. Instead of the grand 64-count of Crayolas with the free sharpener chunked into the back of the box, she pulled out a low-count pack of store-brand crayons.</p> <p>“Huthurr” (as we’re calling her to protect her parents’ identities and because that’s how Clevelanders pronounce “Heather”), went from zero to apoplectic spontaneously.</p> <p>“I’ve been ambushed!”, she shrieked. “I might as well try to color with fucking birthday candles!” She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears burning acid tracks into her exsanguinated skin. In a matter of seconds, her hair was matted with perspiration. As her teacher began lowering her to the floor to calm her, fearing she might spontaneously combust, Huthurr slammed herself down and arched her back. She looked as though she might levitate, but instead righted herself and ran all the way home.</p> <p>When she got there she told her parents, who were working from home, that she fled school because her teacher had gotten a bad perm and grew a perv ‘stache over summer vacation, and she had to leave class until she could figure something else out.</p> <p>As Huthurr stomped upstairs, wailing harder with every footfall, coughing up blood by the time she reached the top of the steps, her parents surmised that she might need some space. So they let her be, believing she would have to chill sooner or later. Meanwhile, while Mom and Dad were going about their business, Huthurr broke into their stash of permanent glue and got to work sabotaging their mascara and hair gel.</p> <p>The next morning, Huthurr’s parents commenced with their beauty rituals, but soon found themselves remarkably inconvenienced. As Huthurr was applying laundry-marker tattoos to their faces, she reminded them that she was her own coloring captain and anyone who meddles with her priorities does so at their own peril.</p> <p>As of this writing, Huthurr awaits a court date from the confines of foster care, and her parents are interviewing book agents and podcast producers.</p> Sat, 24 Aug 2024 18:44:16 GMT https://blue.feedland.org/?item=532173 https://blue.feedland.org/?item=532173 When an elementary-school pupil with high expectations opened a backpack teeming with brand-new school supplies on the first day of classes, she faced a rude awakening. Instead of the grand 64-count of Crayolas with the free sharpener chunked into the back of the box, she pulled out a low-count pack of store-brand crayons. “Huthurr” (as we’re calling her to protect her parents’ identities and because that’s how Clevelanders pronounce “Heather”), went from zero to apoplectic spontaneously. “I’ve been ambushed!”, she shrieked. “I might as well try to color with fucking birthday candles!” She began to cry uncontrollably, her tears burning acid tracks into her exsanguinated skin. In a matter of seconds, her hair was matted with perspiration. As her teacher began lowering her to the floor to calm her, fearing she might spontaneously combust, Huthurr slammed herself down and arched her back. She looked as though she might levitate, but instead righted herself and ran all the way home. When she got there she told her parents, who were working from home, that she fled school because her teacher had gotten a bad perm and grew a perv ‘stache over summer vacation, and she had to leave class until she could figure something else out. As Huthurr stomped upstairs, wailing harder with every footfall, coughing up blood by the time she reached the top of the steps, her parents surmised that she might need some space. So they let her be, believing she would have to chill sooner or later. Meanwhile, while Mom and Dad were going about their business, Huthurr broke into their stash of permanent glue and got to work sabotaging their mascara and hair gel. The next morning, Huthurr’s parents commenced with their beauty rituals, but soon found themselves remarkably inconvenienced. As Huthurr was applying laundry-marker tattoos to their faces, she reminded them that she was her own coloring captain and anyone who meddles with her priorities does so at their own peril. As of this writing, Huthurr awaits a court date from the confines of foster care, and her parents are interviewing book agents and podcast producers.