My brother used to sell bags of chips to the potheads in art class. When he walked into the classroom the art teacher would slap him in the chest trying to crush the chips as they were stashed in his jacket.
Yes MM, strangely. And I crashed the dump truck about a year after I had crashed a pickup truck. Turns out when you’re too young to see over the dashboard you’re not such a good driver.
” Do you not think you have a responsibility to take care of the basic needs of the humans that you decided to create?”
Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret
My first job (unpaid however) was as a candy striper at Montefiore. The following summer I was a paid nurses aid.
We twins ur speshul
My brother used to sell bags of chips to the potheads in art class. When he walked into the classroom the art teacher would slap him in the chest trying to crush the chips as they were stashed in his jacket.
“They let you drive the skidder after crashing the dump truck?”
Why not? Growing up in Canada, they let me drive the dog sled after crashing the zamboni!
You should never encourage your daughters to do things for money.
bxgrl, what else would you do in Atlantic City? What else would you do in NYC?
“but I drove the skidder.”
That sounds raunchy for some reason.
Yes MM, strangely. And I crashed the dump truck about a year after I had crashed a pickup truck. Turns out when you’re too young to see over the dashboard you’re not such a good driver.
Who is the third, unless it’s too personal?