My worst job ever? Artificially inseminating chickens. Many a hard day at work. The job environment, however, was better than most offices: thousands of chickens, shit everywhere, 110 degrees F, and loud country music.
During the Hormel strike in the mid 1980's in Austin Minnesota (home of that delicious potted meat product), the union sold tee-shirts emblazoned with the words:
The house we live in is about 200 years old. I finally figured out the house. Every room was once a porch. Originally, it was just a fishing shack. Then, the resident said 'this house needs a porch'. Then he/she said 'this house needs another room' so the porch was enclosed. Then the next resident said 'this house needs a porch'.
After living here 5 years, we decided it needed a porch, so we put one on. Two kids later, we need more room...
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Tthe bits needed to store all this will outnumber the atoms on Earth.
The carver must have been using the spell checker in the wood processor
..between drugs and computers. Both are mind-expanding technologies.
My worst job ever? Artificially inseminating chickens. Many a hard day at work. The job environment, however, was better than most offices: thousands of chickens, shit everywhere, 110 degrees F, and loud country music.
During the Hormel strike in the mid 1980's in Austin Minnesota (home of that delicious potted meat product), the union sold tee-shirts emblazoned with the words:
Cram Your Spam.
I wish I still had mine.
The house we live in is about 200 years old. I finally figured out the house. Every room was once a porch. Originally, it was just a fishing shack. Then, the resident said 'this house needs a porch'. Then he/she said 'this house needs another room' so the porch was enclosed. Then the next resident said 'this house needs a porch'. After living here 5 years, we decided it needed a porch, so we put one on. Two kids later, we need more room...