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kbithecrowing wrote:Im considering crematory technician as my next form of employment. Anyone got any first/second hand experience in the matter?

I don't know if it counts but I've cut open a lot of dead people and it was pretty fun?
Formaldehyde is even sort of pleasant smelling in a weird kind of way. EDIT: Oh crematory, dunno much about that but apparently burning dead people smell pretty tasty.

Working on my lead guitar chops. It's been years since I bothered, I could've been way better if I actually stuck with it. I guess that i'm just a slow learner with a persistent interest in guitars.

That being said, learning all these Maiden songs brings me back.

i hate my job. ive only been here for 4 months.

What's the point of Animal Crossing? Seriously, why do people play it? Why?

I played animal crossing for a couple weeks last year. I played it because it was peaceful and nostalgic. it has the same appeal to me that minecraft does. it's definitely not exciting enough though, after a point the errands become tedious and annoying.

my little sister LOVES minecraft and animal crossing. there is literally no point to those games it trips me out and i always ask her but she loves them cause 'i don't know'

And animal crossing is the exciting one. Give harvest moon a go for an even more uneventful experience.

ChetMagongalo wrote:I played animal crossing for a couple weeks last year. I played it because it was peaceful and nostalgic. it has the same appeal to me that minecraft does. it's definitely not exciting enough though, after a point the errands become tedious and annoying.

Yo' sig.

It's the little things that make me happy

Too hot, pants off, don't care.

The girls I wanna be with always have small pharmacies in their purses.

Chuck Tingle is a genius.

http://www.deathandtaxesmag.com/247527/ ... -week-two/

Achtane wrote:The girls I wanna be with always have small pharmacies in their purses.

Double win, brah.

D.o.S. wrote:

Achtane wrote:The girls I wanna be with always have small pharmacies in their purses.

Double win, brah.

Word.
She makes her drinks just as unreasonably strong as I do. Nobody else will touch them.
We cuddled and talked about serial killers and the humbling enormity of space and when strong winds carry bounce houses away with kids still inside.
Pretty sure I could get her to kick the fuck out of me, too.
I'm happy with the way things are going.