Reminds me of the Kingston Trio song M.T.A. about a dude stuck on the Boston subway forever because they raised the fare from 5 to 10 cents and he couldn't afford to get off. His wife handed him a sandwich every day through the window so he wouldn't starve to death. As a kid I was like "bitch, why not put a fucking dime in the sandwich?"
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Would you think those guys would know to do something about a dude on a roof with a rifle?
At my last company, they usually gave end-of-the-year bonuses instead of raises. They were pretty generous, usually amounting to about half of our annual salaries, but it of course prevented us from being guaranteed that level of compensation the following year. That's why I always describe bonuses as raises followed by pay cuts.
I once quit my job at a software company I really hated. They were desperate to keep me around for the projects I was leading so they asked if I would work hourly for a while. I quoted them a go-fuck-yourselves hourly rate which they immediately agreed to, which made me even more angry about my prior years of poor compensation. I worked under this agreement for about half a year and further improved my effective hourly rate by not working very hard.
About the same for me. My solution was Accutane.
It's funny how people who get their news exclusively from their Facebook feeds have never heard of Cambridge Analytica. I can't imagine how that could happen.
I'm a school bus driver and I had to ban the singing of Christmas songs on my bus before Thanksgiving. Naturally the little bastards ignore this, just like they ignore my injunction against singing Taylor Swift songs. Thank god T-Swiffer has never done a Christmas album.
Probably for the best - since the accident was probably little bro's fault.
You misspelled "harvest" and "organs".
I used to buy this kind of bread before I started making my own sourdough, but it just doesn't compare to fresh out of the oven. It's more or less equivalent to my own bread after a week when I have to start toasting it.
it’s gonna be soft and rubbery instead of crunchy
I don't think croissants are supposed to be rubbery or crunchy, are they? "Flakey" is probably what you want.
According to google, a sandwich in 1949 (when the original song was written) cost 4 cents. Three days trapped on a subway and you've already made a colossal financial mistake.