... Please do not throw away Nana's crockery. Some of that shit is valuable.
Also, use a wet wipe and turn the net curtains into tights you can wear while he rails he. Nana's generation was frugal, she will approve.
So I've been accused of sabotaging relationships, and maybe this is that, but i feel justified.
I'd been dating a dude for about 3 months when we decided to go for a drive through this really scenic area near where we live. There's a mill, and a pretty stream. About 30 minutes in, he finishes his gatorade, rolls down the passenger window, and hucks the bottle into the stream.
I made him get out and get it. Told him he could get the bottle or walk home. He got the bottle, and there were no more dates after that. I feel like I did the right thing.
Is there somewhere to buy these? I'd love to send them to about 75 relatives.
As a gay man, this is also pretty common. I have a friend who knows if I ever get laid, specifically because he's my emergency "if I'm murdered here's what to tell the people" person.
WTF why did no one mention this to me when I was struggling with math as a kid?
I ended up on a massive Whatsapp group populated primarily by Indian women after I took a content writing class a few years ago. Made several very good friends. I've asked them about the whole Indian scammer thing. One of them said she knows a few, and they do it because they literally don't have other options for employment. Which makes sense. Rampant, unfettered capitalism forces people to make decisions that go against their conscience for the sake of survival. I feel bad for scammers sometimes, other times I feel less charitable when they're scamming my dad...
Whole situation just fucking sucks.
I mean, realistically, if everyone was addicted to crack, literally everyone, it wouldn't be that different. Crack would be way more available, likely with like, crack restaurants and shit. Poor people would basically crack-starve the way they food starve now. Same shit, different day. Except now we know the governmental officials are high as fuck, instead of just suspecting as much.
And I imagine my house would be cleaner. Zip zip zip.
My brother joined up and deeply regretted it. I was 8 at the time. When I got to the age where recruiters started sniffing around I told one that I would join if I could only shoot the people Exxon wanted me wanted to shoot, I didn't want to fight for any other oil company. He called me unamerican and they never came back .
Poor people should just simply try working for their father's company for a year and then taking a VP position at a small fortune 500. I don't understand why they won't try that, and pull themselves up by their bootstraps. Tsk tsk tsk.
Texas does not have a monopoly on y'all. Y'all is collective, both as a noun, and as ownership. Y'all is Southern for Comrade.
Worked security at a factory that made kitchen appliances. It wasn't his first day, but it was his first shift by himself.
There's a gate at the front that you lock when you go on rounds.
Dude chooses to go on a round 5 minutes before shift change for the factory workers. He gets a call on company cell that folks are at the gate. Instead of coming back, he tells them to wait 20 minutes so he can finish his round.
20 minutes where they won't be getting paid.
Second in command big boss of the factory is out there checking IDs and directing traffic when dude gets back from his round. Now this dude is nice. Genuinely one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. Old union rep, shirt off his back type. Tells guard not to worry about it, all's good. Just time his rounds better next time.
Guard starts screaming at him about how he had no right to undo the lock, to get out of here, he'll handle them, and if he wants to make them wait that's his right. Boss man tells him to chill out, he won't get in trouble, just go do his log and then he can take over checking IDs.
Guard pulls out, in one hand, a mag light flashlight he was told not to have, and in the other chemical spray that's illegal for a guard to carry without certs (which he didn't have), and this is an unarmed site. Threatens to ""arrest"" him. When boss pulls out his cell to call the guard company, the guard sprayed him and knocked his cell onto the ground, and kicked it across the parking lot, breaking it.
Needless to say, he was fired. Boss didn't press assault charges, but we nearly lost the contract.
Surely women also love seeing large rocks fall into a lake from great height, right? This has to be just a human love.