Hotel maid at the beach. Every bed smells like shrimp farts, ocean water, walmart sunscreen, and jhizz.
LOL
you ever hear that deal about always locking your toothbrushes up with your other valuables.
Supposedly these people came back from a trip, (film camera era)
Got their film developed and there was a pic of their toothbrushes in some hairy ass crack. Consuela hooked em up.
Toothbrushes get zipped up in a shaving kit in the luggage. That way I figure Consuela and Diabeto will be too busy digging through dirty laundry pockets for stray 20s to bother jamming our toothbrushes in their asscracks.
The job I disliked the most was my first (a summer job as a kid), working in a facility dedicated to rebuilding carburetors. We stripped them down, sand blasted the parts that were going to be reused, and rebuilt them for sale. I didn't stay long there. Just about a month.
Sewer and septic aint as bad as you might think. I did inverts depths, z elevations, mapping flows of sewer for several years
My little sister did a stint as an electrician in a sewage treatment plant for a town of about 300K. She invited me for the tour. I should have thought a bit longer before saying "cool." It wasn't as bad as I could imagine but it was worse than I did imagine.
Anyone who thinks there's two sides to everything hasn't met a M�bius strip.
I spent the summer loading hay bales in Washington state. 95 pound bales of alfalfa. My helper and I put a thousand of them in the barn in a day, working 12 hours. Each bale is lifted 3 times. Hard to imagine a worse job than that.
I spent the summer loading hay bales in Washington state. 95 pound bales of alfalfa. My helper and I put a thousand of them in the barn in a day, working 12 hours. Each bale is lifted 3 times. Hard to imagine a worse job than that.
If you live, you end up looking like Arnold the rest of the year.
When I first began work at Wilson's pack, I spent one day running hogs up the chute on the kill floor. That was bad enough, but right next to us was the beef kill. A critter would be led into a stall, it would be dropped with a whack on the head with a hammer whose head was driven by a .22 blank. A leg would then be shackled, the floor of the stall would drop away at the same time that the shackle hoisted the stunned beast into the air, where its jugular would be cut to bleed it out. As it swung away the process would repeat itself. The floor drain would need to be kept clear of the coagulating blood. This job fell to a small fellow with a cart and scoop, who spent his day going about his task as the blood draining from the fast-becoming-carcasses on the line above rained down on him.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
