Joke’s on you, we already know not to stick our dick in crazy.
Almost as smuuth as sharks.
Joke’s on you, we already know not to stick our dick in crazy.
Decimals work for me.
Sigh, imperial measurements. I forgot it was 208x208’, I had calculated it at 200x200’.
Seriously, imperial measurements are just awful.
Comes out to 4350 sq ft, vs 40,000 for an acre. So, a tiny bit more than 0.1 acres, but not quite 0.11.
The disarming route:
You: Can I have a raise? Pest: What? I can’t give you one, I’m not your boss. You: Say that last part again slowly. [insert raise eyebrows here for emphasis]
My favourite pasta dish a footling hot dog weiner:
Long weenie.
Now this is realistic.
I’ve gone back at least 3 times before.
I don’t have the foresight to not throw the bag/box away, and you’re suggesting I take a picture. Man, if that’s not having an optimistic view of humanity, I don’t know what is. Thanks for thinking the best of me, regardless.
Not gay, only FAAAAAAAAAABULOUSSSSSSS.
Weasel to ferret to mink.
In a city with no prominent industry, people will always needs healthcare, childcare, food, and maintenance on their belongings.
Healthcare: doctor, nurse practitioner, nurse, dentist, dental hygienist. Skin and hair care might be stretching the category, but everyone needs haircuts.
Childcare: teacher, ECE, nanny. Big spectrum here from no training required to professionally registered.
Food: production, supply, distribution, and sales. So farmer (but that’s capital intensive), food maker (baker, chef, cook, butcher) or distributor or seller.
Maintenance: vehicles (tires, oil changes, body shop, parts, detailing), homes (carpenter, painter, gas tech, electrician, window installer, roofer, landscaper), appliances (appliance technician), power equipment (mechanic, blade sharpening).
Probably more, but that should be a pretty decent list to start with, and all should be pretty portable no matter where you go, save for certain licenses that may be specific to a state or province.
This isn’t cringe. This is wince.
Not me, direct the output right onto the BBQ.
NO DICKS, ONLY CHICKS
Billionaire was the Imposter.
Want my mother’s maiden name and my favourite pet’s name too?