The best part about temu is half the shippers don't report properly, sonyou wind up getting 5 dollar credits and quite often your whole order refunded. Because of this I've bought waaaaaay more than I've actually spent.
That funny asf i work with alot of packaging the reason why your mouse was outside the box was litterally because of the its the cheapest retail box im sure one little squish made both flaps open 😂😂
THE LONGEST JOURNEY By E. M. Forster PART 1 -- CAMBRIDGE I "The cow is there," said Ansell, lighting a match and holding it out over the carpet. No one spoke. He waited till the end of the match fell off. Then he said again, "She is there, the cow. There, now." "You have not proved it," said a voice. "I have proved it to myself." "I have proved to myself that she isn't," said the voice. "The cow is not there." Ansell frowned and lit another match. She's there for me," he declared. "I don't care whether she's there for you or not. Whether I'm in Cambridge or Iceland or dead, the cow will be there." It was philosophy. They were discussing the existence of objects. Do they exist only when there is some one to look at them? Or have they a real existence of their own? It is all very interesting, but at the same time it is difficult. Hence the cow. She seemed to make things easier. She was so familiar, so solid, that surely the truths that she illustrated would in time become familiar and solid also. Is the cow there or not? This was better than deciding between objectivity and subjectivity. So at Oxford, just at the same time, one was asking, "What do our rooms look like in the vac.?" "Look here, Ansell. I'm there--in the meadow--the cow's there. You're there--the cow's there. Do you agree so far?" "Well?" "Well, if you go, the cow stops; but if I go, the cow goes. Then what will happen if you stop and I go?" Several voices cried out that this was quibbling. "I know it is," said the speaker brightly, and silence descended again, while they tried honestly to think the matter out. Rickie, on whose carpet the matches were being dropped, did not like to join in the discussion. It was too difficult for him. He could not even quibble. If he spoke, he should simply make himself a fool. He preferred to listen, and to watch the tobacco-smoke stealing out past the window-seat into the tranquil October air. He could see the court too, and the college cat teasing the college tortoise, and the kitchen-men with supper-trays upon their heads. Hot food for one--that must be for the geographical don, who never came in for Hall; cold food for three, apparently at half-a-crown a head, for some one he did not know; hot food, a la carte--obviously for the ladies haunting the next staircase; cold food for two, at two shillings--going to Ansell's rooms for himself and Ansell, and as it passed under the lamp he saw that it was meringues again. Then the bedmakers began to arrive, chatting to each other pleasantly, and he could hear Ansell's bedmaker say, "Oh dang!" when she found she had to lay Ansell's tablecloth; for there was not a breath stirring. The great elms were motionless, and seemed still in the glory of midsummer, for the darkness hid the yellow blotches on their leaves, and their outlines were still rounded against the tender sky. Those elms were Dryads--so Rickie believed or pretended, and the line between the two is subtler than we admit. At all events they were lady trees, and had for generations fooled the college statutes by their residence in the haunts of youth. But what about the cow? He returned to her with a start, for this would never do. He also would try to think the matter out. Was she there or not? The cow. There or not. He strained his eyes into the night. Either way it was attractive. If she was there, other cows were there too. The darkness of Europe was dotted with them, and in the far East their flanks were shining in the rising sun. Great herds of them stood browsing in pastures where no man came nor need ever come, or plashed knee-deep by the brink of impassable rivers. And this, moreover, was the view of Ansell. Yet Tilliard's view had a good deal in it. One might do worse than follow Tilliard, and suppose the cow not to be there unless oneself was there to see her. A cowless world, then, stretched round him on every side. Yet he had only to peep into a field, and, click! it would at once become radiant with bovine life. Suddenly he realized that this, again, would never do. As usual, he had missed the whole point, and was overlaying philosophy with gross and senseless details. For if the cow was not there, the world and the fields were not there either. And what would Ansell care about sunlit flanks or impassable streams? Rickie rebuked his own groveling soul, and turned his eyes away from the night, which had led him to such absurd conclusions. The fire was dancing, and the shadow of Ansell, who stood close up to it, seemed to dominate the little room. He was still talking, or rather jerking, and he was still lighting matches and dropping their ends upon the carpet. Now and then he would make a motion with his feet as if he were running quickly backward upstairs, and would tread on the edge of the fender, so that the fire-irons went flying and the buttered-bun dishes crashed against each other in the hearth. The other philosophers were crouched in odd shapes on the sofa and table and chairs, and one, who was a little bored, had crawled to the piano and was timidly trying the Prelude to Rhinegold with his knee upon the soft pedal. The air was heavy with good tobacco-smoke and the pleasant warmth of tea, and as Rickie became more sleepy the events of the day seemed to float one by one before his acquiescent eyes. In the morning he had read Theocritus, whom he believed to be the greatest of Greek poets; he had lunched with a merry don and had tasted Zwieback biscuits; then he had walked with people he liked, and had walked just long enough; and now his room was full of other people whom he liked, and when they left he would go and have supper with Ansell, whom he liked and when they left he would go and have supper with Ansell, whom he liked as well as any one. A year ago he had known none of these joys. He had crept cold and friendless and ignorant out of a great public school, preparing for a silent and solitary journey, and praying as a highest favour that he might be left alone. Cambridge had not answered his prayer. She had taken and soothed him, and warmed him, and had laughed at him a little, saying that he must not be so tragic yet awhile, for his boyhood had been but a dusty corridor that led to the spacious halls of youth. In one year he had made many friends and learnt much, and he might learn even more if he could but concentrate his attention on that cow. The fire had died down, and in the gloom the man by the piano ventured to ask what would happen if an objective cow had a subjective calf. Ansell gave an angry sigh, and at that moment there was a tap on the door. "Come in!" said Rickie. The door opened. A tall young woman stood framed in the light that fell from the passage. "Ladies!" whispered every-one in great agitation. "Yes?" he said nervously, limping towards the door (he was rather lame). "Yes? Please come in. Can I be any good--" "Wicked boy!" exclaimed the young lady, advancing a gloved finger into the room. "Wicked, wicked boy!" He clasped his head with his hands. Agnes! Oh how perfectly awful!" "Wicked, intolerable boy!" She turned on the electric light. The philosophers were revealed with unpleasing suddenness. "My goodness, a tea-party! Oh really, Rickie, you are too bad! I say again: wicked, abominable, intolerable boy! I'll have you horsewhipped. If you please"--she turned to the symposium, which had now risen to its feet "If you please, he asks me and my brother for the week-end. We accept. At the station, no Rickie. We drive to where his old lodgings were--Trumpery Road or some such name--and he's left them. I'm furious, and before I can stop my brother, he's paid off the cab and there we are stranded. I've walked--walked for miles. Pray can you tell me what is to be done with Rickie?" "He must indeed be horsewhipped," said Tilliard pleasantly. Then he made a bolt for the door. "Tilliard--do stop--let me introduce Miss Pembroke--don't all go!" For his friends were flying from his visitor like mists before the sun. "Oh, Agnes, I am so sorry; I've nothing to say. I simply forgot you were coming, and everything about you." "Thank you, thank you! And how soon will you remember to ask where Herbert is?" "Where is he, then?" "I shall not tell you." "But didn't he walk with you?" "I shall not tell, Rickie. It's part of your punishment. You are not really sorry yet. I shall punish you again later." She was quite right. Rickie was not as much upset as he ought to have been. He was sorry that he had forgotten, and that he had caused his visitors inconvenience. But he did not feel profoundly degraded, as a young man should who has acted discourteously to a young lady. Had he acted discourteously to his bedmaker or his gyp, he would have minded just as much, which was not polite of him.
We getting malware installed on our device with this one 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯
Dude I was thinking like plug in the mouse and downloads a virus☠️
Edit: didn't expect to get 92 likes lol
We getting our credit card details stolen wit this one 🔥🔥🔥
😂
BRO IT FRIED ALL MY MOTHERBOARD USB EXCEPT FOR 2 💀💀🤬🤬
explain@@4x5300
why is this getting recommended to me 6 months later
Nah fr
Same lol
because youtube videos dont get deleted after a week
word
Because this is a fake account reposting all of his videos
Bro got the malware setup💀
💀
💀
Shut up lil bro
@@alex54k13 Bro thinks this is reels 💀
@@alex54k13Lil bro first find your dad
His gone to get milk
bro used the a big knife to open a box like that 💀
He barely even used the knife 💀
Man, those little kids worked really hard to make that mouse
Fyi customs/border patrol ransacks those packages
ikr i am so proud of them
Not good enough lol
Bro got the grippers out 💀😭🙏🔥
in his own house??? how foul!! 😢😢
on vid dumbass@@hexa_yt
@@hexa_ytbro its a damn joke chill 😭
Samn
Bro is not funny 💀😭🙏🔥
Kids are losing meals in the workshop with this one 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥
“Should’ve packaged that right kid” 😂
I got shipped a picture of carter attempting to do the thug shaker
Bro the meme is dying can u shut up? He is not gonna ever show it just stop begging.
@@user-vk2og3hy4v don't care
@@user-vk2og3hy4vcry about it
Woa... hi there fellow femboy :3
@@Pentium2 hi :3
Do the thug shake
You
Why is this on so many of his videos? Is it like a little kid trend thing goin on?
he said he would do the thug shaker and now he is delaying it (i think i forgot the video, it was a challenge of some sort)
@4x5300 it's a naked black dude twerking(sometimes oily)
@@4x5300there was a video were he said he would do the thug shake but he is now denying it.
BRO HAD THEM DOGS OUT IN THE BOTTOM
I bet someone took a screenshot of them dogs
why were you looking at his feet you weirdo
can i buy a video of you doing the thug shaker on temu
if you're going to make a joke that has already been made thousands of times the least you could do is make it make sense
We should get a carter styled mouse pad of him doing the thug shake
the kids are working extra hard
That's wild but real
How do you get your wallpaper like that?
Wallpaper engine on steam
Use lively
Wallpaper Engine
Wallpaper alive is a good alternative to wallpaper engine
WE GOT THE ALGORITHM TRIPPING WITH DIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ 🔥🔥🔥
Him holding the knife:
My anxiety: 📈📈📈📉📉📉📈📈
You’ve got such nice skin, it would be good in my collection.
the only thing im buying from temu is carter doing the thug shake
We making those kids earn 2 cents a day with this one 🔥🔥🔥
This video is going to be seen to the whole world soon
Bro got the scam setup💀😭🙏🔥
Awww he said temu in polish😮
Those children are trying they're best OKAY!!! Allegedly...
you never fails to spread me apart and fill me with good content ☺
WHAAT?😊
Child labor is fire 🗣️🔥🔥🔥
The grippers at the end for free is crazy
We getting our government documents swiped with this one💯💯💯🔥🗣️🔥🗣️🗣️🔥💯🗣️🗣️🔥🗣️🔥
Dem kids be working hard
Carter and a knife is crazy
The 4 dollar mouse is the same mouse i am useing from 2022 to play with it i swear 😂❤
bro had the dogs out
damn bro you really put those kids to work!! 🔥🔥
BRO I LITERALLY HAVE THAT MOUSE AT SCHOOL LMFAOOOO 😭
Mindblown by your skills.
Mr president a second temu package has hit carter's porch
This gets recommended to everyone every 6 months 😂
Boy but that big ass knife away
I just got a Temu notification tithe second this vid popped up 🧐
His toes go hard
3 pin hot swap with this one 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥
Bro got the ashley from re4 remake mousepad ☠️🙏
The mouse pad be wildin 💀
“Nice” 👍🏼
CARTER HAS BEEN PRONOUNCING IT RIGHT ALL ALONG
I know the Super Bowl shocked me with that ad
The way you hold his knife
Finally a normal person who calls it teh-moo and not tee-moo
You should review one of the temu smart watches and see if they're any good 😂
Dude nice video idea: make a whole setup with temu
I’ve used that exact keyboard for forever it works really well atleast in my opinion
The wallpaper 😌
Cheap and $50 have no business being in the same sentence. I got a $20 keyboard from best buy and it's quite frankly amazing.
Nice toe shot by the way
we seeing carters dogs with this one 🔥🔥🙏
Carter pcs letting his dogs bark for free?!??!!!!!
We geting the theme song forty on the g with this one😮😂😅🎉😂69😂😮😢😂😅😂😮😂😢😂
DO NOT USE TEMU (no hate btw) TEMU HAS BEEN PROVEN TO INSTALL MALWARE
yes
As someone who has bought multiple things off Temu chances are it won’t happen to you
quit spreading misinformation@@rubyrunz1723
@@rubyrunz1723it is literally being investigated by the US government, so it's not the best idea to buy something from there
@@rubyrunz1723 can't wait to see your credit card information on the internet
i have that mouse (but i don't use it, i use a logitech g102)
Man i haven't seen an unstitched mouse pad in like 12 years 🤣
Bros an temu version of Dylan zitkus💀🙏🏾
Lol that's the mouse i used to use back when i didn't have a job
The best part about temu is half the shippers don't report properly, sonyou wind up getting 5 dollar credits and quite often your whole order refunded.
Because of this I've bought waaaaaay more than I've actually spent.
And the edges are- actually caught me off guard ☠
Magegee keyboard are actually pretty good quality there on par with red dragon but a bit cheaper
Um, the mouse was packed by me sorry cuz I am just 13 and working forcefully.
Him saying Temu that way does NOT roll of the tongue and I will die on this hill
now we need temu to sell a video of carter doing the thug shaker
Those children forgot to stitch the sides
bro about to sauce on the mouse pad
'tem ooh' does NOT roll off the tongue better 💀
We getting malware spyware viruses and chinese spies into our house with this one
Setups in the hood be like 😂
BRO WHY ARE THE DOGS OUT
pretty normal to be barefoot in your own house
@@zythe9876yeah but there are some creeps on the internet
@@PatheticallyPoorProductions ??
Why not
“Teh-mu” 💀
*YES! SOMEONE FINALLY SAYS “TEM-U” AND NOT “TEAM-U”*
That funny asf i work with alot of packaging the reason why your mouse was outside the box was litterally because of the its the cheapest retail box im sure one little squish made both flaps open 😂😂
W Carter
Your giving me that mouse
Temu is good and trustworthy🎉
The temu sweatshop dropship experience
.......that is the same model as my mause man jajajajajaja
W
Literally got a temu ad after this
It's funny cause you guys pronounce Temu almost as the Spanish word "timo"
Which means scam 😂
_Me having the same identical mouse that works perfectly fine for 1$_
I guess tongoo rolls off the tongoo bettter than tongue
I prefer FANTECH for cheap mouse and keyboard.
For the IEM/Heatset there's way too many choices.
Sky68 is actually pretty good. Just put some work into it and you have some equivalent to an expensive gaming keyboard.
Bro on AliExpress is literally half the price
I have that mouse I got it from a dollar store for 5 cad
THE LONGEST JOURNEY
By E. M. Forster
PART 1 -- CAMBRIDGE
I
"The cow is there," said Ansell, lighting a match and holding it out
over the carpet. No one spoke. He waited till the end of the match fell
off. Then he said again, "She is there, the cow. There, now."
"You have not proved it," said a voice.
"I have proved it to myself."
"I have proved to myself that she isn't," said the voice. "The cow is
not there." Ansell frowned and lit another match.
She's there for me," he declared. "I don't care whether she's there for
you or not. Whether I'm in Cambridge or Iceland or dead, the cow will be
there."
It was philosophy. They were discussing the existence of objects. Do
they exist only when there is some one to look at them? Or have they a
real existence of their own? It is all very interesting, but at the same
time it is difficult. Hence the cow. She seemed to make things
easier. She was so familiar, so solid, that surely the truths that she
illustrated would in time become familiar and solid also. Is the cow
there or not? This was better than deciding between objectivity and
subjectivity. So at Oxford, just at the same time, one was asking, "What do our rooms look like in the vac.?"
"Look here, Ansell. I'm there--in the meadow--the cow's there. You're
there--the cow's there. Do you agree so far?" "Well?"
"Well, if you go, the cow stops; but if I go, the cow goes. Then what
will happen if you stop and I go?"
Several voices cried out that this was quibbling.
"I know it is," said the speaker brightly, and silence descended again,
while they tried honestly to think the matter out.
Rickie, on whose carpet the matches were being dropped, did not like to
join in the discussion. It was too difficult for him. He could not even
quibble. If he spoke, he should simply make himself a fool. He preferred
to listen, and to watch the tobacco-smoke stealing out past the
window-seat into the tranquil October air. He could see the court too,
and the college cat teasing the college tortoise, and the kitchen-men
with supper-trays upon their heads. Hot food for one--that must be for
the geographical don, who never came in for Hall; cold food for three,
apparently at half-a-crown a head, for some one he did not know; hot
food, a la carte--obviously for the ladies haunting the next staircase;
cold food for two, at two shillings--going to Ansell's rooms for himself
and Ansell, and as it passed under the lamp he saw that it was meringues
again. Then the bedmakers began to arrive, chatting to each other
pleasantly, and he could hear Ansell's bedmaker say, "Oh dang!" when
she found she had to lay Ansell's tablecloth; for there was not a breath
stirring. The great elms were motionless, and seemed still in the glory
of midsummer, for the darkness hid the yellow blotches on their leaves,
and their outlines were still rounded against the tender sky. Those elms
were Dryads--so Rickie believed or pretended, and the line between the
two is subtler than we admit. At all events they were lady trees, and
had for generations fooled the college statutes by their residence in
the haunts of youth.
But what about the cow? He returned to her with a start, for this would
never do. He also would try to think the matter out. Was she there or
not? The cow. There or not. He strained his eyes into the night.
Either way it was attractive. If she was there, other cows were there
too. The darkness of Europe was dotted with them, and in the far East
their flanks were shining in the rising sun. Great herds of them stood
browsing in pastures where no man came nor need ever come, or plashed
knee-deep by the brink of impassable rivers. And this, moreover, was the view of Ansell. Yet Tilliard's view had a good deal in it. One might do
worse than follow Tilliard, and suppose the cow not to be there unless
oneself was there to see her. A cowless world, then, stretched round
him on every side. Yet he had only to peep into a field, and, click! it
would at once become radiant with bovine life.
Suddenly he realized that this, again, would never do. As usual, he had
missed the whole point, and was overlaying philosophy with gross and
senseless details. For if the cow was not there, the world and the
fields were not there either. And what would Ansell care about sunlit
flanks or impassable streams? Rickie rebuked his own groveling soul, and
turned his eyes away from the night, which had led him to such absurd
conclusions.
The fire was dancing, and the shadow of Ansell, who stood close up to
it, seemed to dominate the little room. He was still talking, or rather
jerking, and he was still lighting matches and dropping their ends upon
the carpet. Now and then he would make a motion with his feet as if he
were running quickly backward upstairs, and would tread on the edge
of the fender, so that the fire-irons went flying and the buttered-bun
dishes crashed against each other in the hearth. The other philosophers
were crouched in odd shapes on the sofa and table and chairs, and one,
who was a little bored, had crawled to the piano and was timidly trying
the Prelude to Rhinegold with his knee upon the soft pedal. The air was
heavy with good tobacco-smoke and the pleasant warmth of tea, and as
Rickie became more sleepy the events of the day seemed to float one by
one before his acquiescent eyes. In the morning he had read Theocritus,
whom he believed to be the greatest of Greek poets; he had lunched with
a merry don and had tasted Zwieback biscuits; then he had walked with
people he liked, and had walked just long enough; and now his room was
full of other people whom he liked, and when they left he would go and
have supper with Ansell, whom he liked and when they left he would go and
have supper with Ansell, whom he liked as well as any one. A year ago
he had known none of these joys. He had crept cold and friendless
and ignorant out of a great public school, preparing for a silent and
solitary journey, and praying as a highest favour that he might be left
alone. Cambridge had not answered his prayer. She had taken and soothed
him, and warmed him, and had laughed at him a little, saying that he
must not be so tragic yet awhile, for his boyhood had been but a dusty
corridor that led to the spacious halls of youth. In one year he had
made many friends and learnt much, and he might learn even more if he
could but concentrate his attention on that cow.
The fire had died down, and in the gloom the man by the piano ventured
to ask what would happen if an objective cow had a subjective calf.
Ansell gave an angry sigh, and at that moment there was a tap on the
door.
"Come in!" said Rickie.
The door opened. A tall young woman stood framed in the light that fell
from the passage.
"Ladies!" whispered every-one in great agitation.
"Yes?" he said nervously, limping towards the door (he was rather lame).
"Yes? Please come in. Can I be any good--"
"Wicked boy!" exclaimed the young lady, advancing a gloved finger into
the room. "Wicked, wicked boy!"
He clasped his head with his hands. Agnes! Oh how perfectly awful!"
"Wicked, intolerable boy!" She turned on the electric light. The
philosophers were revealed with unpleasing suddenness. "My goodness,
a tea-party! Oh really, Rickie, you are too bad! I say again: wicked,
abominable, intolerable boy! I'll have you horsewhipped. If you
please"--she turned to the symposium, which had now risen to its feet
"If you please, he asks me and my brother for the week-end. We
accept. At the station, no Rickie. We drive to where his old lodgings
were--Trumpery Road or some such name--and he's left them. I'm furious,
and before I can stop my brother, he's paid off the cab and there we are
stranded. I've walked--walked for miles. Pray can you tell me what is to
be done with Rickie?"
"He must indeed be horsewhipped," said Tilliard pleasantly. Then he made
a bolt for the door.
"Tilliard--do stop--let me introduce Miss Pembroke--don't all go!" For
his friends were flying from his visitor like mists before the sun.
"Oh, Agnes, I am so sorry; I've nothing to say. I simply forgot you were
coming, and everything about you."
"Thank you, thank you! And how soon will you remember to ask where
Herbert is?"
"Where is he, then?"
"I shall not tell you."
"But didn't he walk with you?"
"I shall not tell, Rickie. It's part of your punishment. You are not
really sorry yet. I shall punish you again later."
She was quite right. Rickie was not as much upset as he ought to have
been. He was sorry that he had forgotten, and that he had caused his
visitors inconvenience. But he did not feel profoundly degraded, as a
young man should who has acted discourteously to a young lady. Had he
acted discourteously to his bedmaker or his gyp, he would have minded
just as much, which was not polite of him.
Bro after the Super Bowl man, they changed our perspective on how to say temu.
That’s cool and all, but when are you doing the thug shake
Put them grippers away💀🙏🥵
i wish that mousepad had a picture of carter doing the thug shake
I got like an okay mouse flat very silent clicking nice material for only 0.0027
We getting tracked with this one
Next time temu said they will give you the best tech in the world if you do the thug shake
OooOoOoOoOohhhh OoOOOooOooOoooOhhhh temuuuu shop like a billlioooonnnarreee
as a 3 month old Temu worker, i can confirm i made that
bro used a huge knife to open a package