You know, not everyone living in Florida has a beachfront vacation home, right?
Not everyone living there chose to live there either.
Did you know people can be born places? With family? That aren't rich?
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Eh, I'll say it.
National currencies are a scam. No pyramid needes
Oh ho ho!
Well, are we talking stuff scored at the bar, or on the drunken stumble back?
Because I have a penchant for grabbing city property that's been wiped out by some drunk driver already.
Bike racks. Innumerable signs and posts. A fire hydrant, a big fucking fatty, too. Car parts EVERYWHERE That yellow grippy stuff at the crosswalk. Many, many signs and posts. A whole assed traffic light (fucking finally)-not the post. Jesus, not the post. Yes, I tried. A wooden telephone pole (I had help, and we sang chanties while we did it) The lightbox with the little man and hand. It works! So does the traffic light :)
For the record, drinking and driving IS nevada's state pasttime, and a friend of mine once scored two actual streetlights, posts and all. Bastard tried to sell them to me :/
Why don't you save All the money you've earned?
If I didn't eat, I'd have money to burn!
Don't let a couple kooks spook you.
If you're rough on your body, they can be an absolute godsend.
I'm at the point where I can't always get my skeleton to go back to where it ought to be, and a good chiro can find exactly which bones aren't.
Last one I went to was during a bicycle tour. The campsite wasn't ideal, and I awoke not being able to look left. Like at all. Turn to the right, ow that hurts, try to turn left, head stops straight forward, sharp spike of pain and no further movement.
Well whatever. Break camp, mount up, ride a couple miles. Now I'm warm and loose, right? Do some stretches. Go through as much of the routine as I can, get some pops and creaks, but still can't turn my fucking head. Slightly better.
Pedaling like this is a fucking bastard, because it's not just my neck, I'm all fucked up, but the road lies ahead and we go.
Get into town some hours later, have some lunch, a couple beers, still can't move for shit, see a sign for a chiro. Guy does walk-ins, thank god. Gets what we're doing, says 'well, I'm never gonna see you again, so I'll do the best I can in one go'
I think that motherfucker popped every goddamn vertebrae in the whole spine, and some of em twice.
Felt like a new man. Finally felt those beers. Rest of the tour went fine
I bet you like nuclear.
Cool, when those heating elements are shipped over here via bunker fuel. I'll bet a boatload of those coming over is more emissions than running a NG burner for a decade
I'll quit using gas the day shipping vessels go back to being fucking wind powered
I think you completely misunderstood their response.
Swapping a heating element is easy.
Running some pipe is also easy.
Whether the OP has gas running to the house is a whole other question
Acetylene does, gas lines are standard pipe.
Suppose it's cause natural gas runs at like, 1-3 psi, while a fresh tank of acetylene is 5,000?
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Oh the hell it will.
We could have a functional colony on the moon and mars if NASA got a quarter of the military budget.
Maybe, just maybe, we stop spending billions to kill brown people for no good reason, and spend a tiny fucking fraction of that to make our own part of the world Less of a shithole, instead of more