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The Pornhub Ruler
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Ha! Genius idea #3, 417, 214.
A 12 inch ruler available in Small or Medium - specifically targeting those less endowed men who need a dick-pick in a hurry and a plausible point of reference!
Why, it's Penis-Enlargement done in a matter of seconds, not months or years! Non-invasive, no surgery, heavy lifting or pills, just select the ruler that's right for you!
Usually I'd pitch this to Pornhub, but - believe it or not, they still haven't gotten back to me. Bastards!!
Roman Bust found in Texas Thrift Shop
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All day - yesterday, today, opening, pricing endless amounts of crockery, china, plates, boring-assed fucking kitsch. Not a single thing worth looking at...
And the sheer number number of people that can't be bothered to even wash their dishes before donating! Or think a tea kettle without a lid is still worth something, or a single dirty sock, or a ...
You get the idea.
Unless you count that painting I saw of a Unicorn nursing kittens (and a raccoon!!), which was pretty special...
Obviously not an original, but special nonetheless. And the butterflies frolicking...
Otherwise I feel I need to rinse my eyes every hour or so, the quality - even when not bad, is so devalued by the sheer unending quantity of it that I want to start smashing every thing I unbox.
Anyways, glad to read of people having better luck in thrift shops - A 1st Century Roman Bust for $35.00 US.
Link: https://www.bnd.com/news/nation-world/national/article261085032.html
A hot day, deliveries
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A hot day, largely bunged up. Blowing my nose is now filled with copious neon yellow (???) mucus. I wear the mask.
Deliveries, today, we drive to Trail, picking up furniture, dropping off electronics recycle.
A lot of driving, made up for by the impossibility of narrow halls, small elevators, large, heavy furniture. It's a lot of old-folks going into extended-care, getting their last remaining possessions donated by family.
Hot, hot day. This will be a long summer.
When finally, 2:30, we're back at the store, we unload, then fill the truck with trash, cardboard, glass for recycling/dump.
Finally - 6:00, home. A long fucking day and I'm dead, dead, dead. By 8:30 I'm in bed, wake up throughout the night, eyes, nose glued together, mouth dry, blow your nose, wipe your eyes, fever & chills, fever dreams, all night long. Today, in the shop all day, don't know if I can survive it - but I'll try, hoping that in 2-3 weeks we can clear the backlog and once again I can be free.
Not the Covid
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Still feeling like shit, this morning before I go to work I do the test.
It's not Covid.
My head is clotted, filled with green lumps that come up every time I blow my nose or expectorate. My thinking - appropriately cloudy, as if I were trying to join thoughts through a dense cloud of frog spawn. Which lightly throbs and occasionally is blown out my nose or coughed into a Kleenex. These are not things to be trifled with.
Go to Volunteer, wear a mask.
Today is Volunteering, apparently now I'm on the "schedule" for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. They tell me the salary. Lol.
I have been a long time away from the retail end of things. This will financially help me out only in proving my destitution, which - really, I was trying to get away from.
Anyways, it's a short term gig, "contract", until they clear up the backlog, the Volunteers alone aren't cutting it, so - head down for the next few weeks, try and get it done so I can be off to do other things...
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