We live in the same place. Pickled beets and overly expensive thrift stores.
We live in the same place. Pickled beets and overly expensive thrift stores.
When those little plastic things on the end of your shoelaces fall off.
Sail the high seas and never see an ad again. Make your time your own.
Former Paramedic here. Damn right it does.
And he owned the feed store…not the chickens or the eggs.
Don’t know. Just closed up the chickens for the night. Never thought to ask them.
Need more disks…
I’ve been physically ill lately and my brain is even more fucked than usual. This is happening on the regular now. Like multiple times a day.
Same happened to us. Not as much data. But two 2TB.
Pirate it all or don’t watch it.
Been living by this for decades since I learned from my highschool computer science teacher that it was even possible. I’m 50 now and I have paid only twice for tv and movies in my adult life.
We have a really nice pad of scrap paper held together with a clip that stays on a magnet on the fridge with a pen. Works great. Everyone that comes in our house can read it if they choose however.
Ground news. Not left but ranks articles based on viewers and the Cradle has become a great source.
I had an acquaintance years ago whose father owned a carpet cleaning business. When they couldn’t afford booze they’d steal carpet cleaning solution to drink. Major.alcoholics at 18/19 years old.
Streameast.stream
I’ve been pirating content since floppy disks. I’ve watched all the changes happen in that time. Pirating is more accessible than ever.
Lots of sailors look for crew of varying levels when crossing with personal boats. Lots of work aboard for tall ship experiences as well. We live in a place where there are loads of sail boats on the east coast of North America and folks are looking all the time. Head to a marina and start asking around. Find sailing groups on facecrack or any social media and advertise yourself. Many will require experience but many will train you as well.
Simple french baguette, roasted ham and provolone with home made mayo and Dijon mustard.
Yea well no neighbors is the only way to go.
Gross story incoming…
In my 30’s I worked with people with developmental disabilities. There was a 45 year old man I worked with cooasionally who had brain damage from a fever when he was a baby. He had a strange fetish for dirty diapers and could not control it at all. If he smelled or saw a dirty diaper he was getting in there and there was no stopping it. I got called by his worker one day to help get him out of a dumpster. He found a bag of dirty diapers and was like a dog on a poop pile, rolling around and smearing it everywhere. Gross.