Posted on 01/12/2010 12:23:04 PM PST by kylemoriens
Hi everyone! I just started blogging here and I thought I'd share my thoughts on the economy. But first about myself, Im 17 years old and live in Pawtucket Rode Island. I make a living as a profesional printer after I quit school and invented a revolutionary way to make money without working. I print it! YES! I can't believe no one ever thought of it before! I thought it up a year ago after I got fired from Wendys. I needed a quick way to make money so I printed it out on my computer using a scanner. I scan a 10 dollar or 20 dollar bill and tada! Free money! I think I will get the noble peace price for inventing this! Free money! With this we can end homelessness, poverty starvation ETC and no one will have to work ever again! I even quit school to get more involved in my job! I just sit in my room printing out wads of money then I go shopping with it! By having the government by big printing presses and printing money we can solve our economic problems! We can keep Social Security, have welfare, even the rich wont have to worry about paying taxes like they do now that Democrats are back in power! I propose printing 1 billion dollars to every one who lost their home in the forclosure scandal under Bush and another few billion for all the homeless and unemployed! Yipee! Our problems are over!
I live, the aches are subsiding.
(Proof of my having been going slower than they thought/claimed.)
Had to pay extortion to get my car and personal things back.
Told my insurance company about said extortion.
They want copies of the receipts, which I am sending now.
“Computers are notoriously perverse and disturbingly unprincipled.”
Ah, you’ve met EVA.
Oh, we haven’t written the SLAVER incident yet.
We brainstormed it awhile back, but never put the whole thing to ‘paper’ so to speak.
It precedes Bradamante by some time, a year or three timeline wise.
Long enough for the Hab to move from Mars orbit to Venus orbit.
I’m glad you are feeling a bit better. Was there any car to get back?
Actually yes.
They totaled the car due to the passenger side nose frame pieces being pucked/peened/pushed over and in.
All the actual impact damage is passenger side nose from center to fender, roughly fortyfive degree angle off from true.
Everything else is scrapage from him continuing to floor it to keep up with his buds as they ran a red turn arrow.
Got it towed home, THEN cried.
Awww. I’m sorry Darks.
*HUGS*
Thanks.
I did like the car despite it giving me problems.
It had character.
It even had a name, “Oxidazing Hazy” due to the oxidized paint.
Not bad for a first run 1996 VW Jetta III GLS 2 liter.
The first half of the 96 model year WITHOUT glovebox I might add.
(So technically it was a 95 and a half. Having been rolled off the assembly line in June/July 1995.)
*sigh*
The next vehicle I get will be an M-8 greyhound.
I wanted to come and join your dinners but you both said ladies weren’t allowed.
That’ll stop the dorks!
Up and almost ready for the trip.
We’re off...
Yes, quite well actually.
Though i think the State of New York might have a small issue with it.
Thanks, everybody!
Whitney came out of surgery last night and is under strict orders to not lift a finger for awhile. She’s still in the hospital for a few more days, then we’ll literally have to do eveything for her and Adriana for a week or so.
Meanwhile, we have developed our own routine with baby Adriana that seems to be working. I’ve discovered that she’s a bed hog... for a tiny baby to nearly shove me out of the bed by slowly wiggling her way toward me is impressive.
I just wish Whit would give us a little credit for not being completely ignorant. The way she cross-examines us when we talk to her you’d think we were letting the baby run with scissors in traffic.
Oy, new mothers.
That’s very good news! And it is amazing how much room a baby can take up, even before it weights 20 lbs. and yells, “I’m a bub, bub, bubba!”
You must be remembering a conversation with two other fellows. Such a prohibition would be against our bylaws.
Ladies weren’t allowed at my father’s steak barbecue and poker game during deer season in Missouri, either. I bitched, but they all ignored me.
Interesting meals at your casa, huh?
Yes.
One never knows when the main course will up and run off screaming.
Aagh. I hate fast food.
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