Not So Pros v3.0

at least half y'all might really be gay.
Might?
You should try
"Free range" "Organic" "Halal" "Kosher" "Free Run" "Gluten Free" "Vegan" "Plant based" or "Vagina Approved"

Any of these labels on your eggs should quadruple your egg profits .
There's one of them 'organic farms' not far from here on the back road. I believe they get 8 a dozen for eggs, city folks buy them as fast as the chickens ass slams shut.
 
Over the last two Winters, I have spent a great deal time wandering the dusty, debris littered halls of my memories, a lot of it got typed out.
First I looked at something as I thought I remembered it, then how it should have gone and actually WTF it was.
There were some surprises. I went through my first 20 years and discovered a trait had developed early on, if I couldn't or wouldn't deal with something, I buried that motherfucker deep.
The mind can do some funny stuff, it generally spends its time fucking with you, in some form or another.
Fast forward into this century, the PTSD bullshit, my mind refused to take anymore and released the squirrels. Classic behavior for me, I couldn't or wouldn't deal with it, so I buried it as I went along.
We know how well that worked. CB?
I had a miracle cure that took care of a few things, I am pretty much at peace with myself, as I am now and who I was.
I have said that there are things that don't bare scrutiny, I went and dug some of those motherfuckers up.
 
I wish I could reply on his page......

I just drove past a McDonald’s yesterday. The sign said direct hire $21 a hour.......

Anyone looking for money right now gets zero sympathy from me.
Heck, most companies around here are no longer requiring drug tests. Their only stipulation is that you can breath and get to work for at least a day.

Anyone needing money right now has 1 of 2 problems or both.
1: They are to lazy to work
2: They are living beyond their means.

They can all get fucked
I agree completely with Ross. That kind of worries me.
 
Over the last two Winters, I have spent a great deal time wandering the dusty, debris littered halls of my memories, a lot of it got typed out.
First I looked at something as I thought I remembered it, then how it should have gone and actually WTF it was.
There were some surprises. I went through my first 20 years and discovered a trait had developed early on, if I couldn't or wouldn't deal with something, I buried that motherfucker deep.
The mind can do some funny stuff, it generally spends its time fucking with you, in some form or another.
Fast forward into this century, the PTSD bullshit, my mind refused to take anymore and released the squirrels. Classic behavior for me, I couldn't or wouldn't deal with it, so I buried it as I went along.
We know how well that worked. CB?
I had a miracle cure that took care of a few things, I am pretty much at peace with myself, as I am now and who I was.
I have said that there are things that don't bare scrutiny, I went and dug some of those motherfuckers up.
Randy, the mere fact that you thought about all that makes you ok. hell, your likely more ok than most of us.