BigChris

I spent 150k to start a pressure washing business. I only make 200-500 a week and can no longer get any business loans.

My issue is no one is willing to work. 10 dollars an hour I should have high school and college kids beating down my door for a job.

I tried to get a loan for 3,500 to get my truck wrapped again with better graphics. (crazy price for a 2020 RAM 3550 tradesman imo).

My nephew worked for me one summer and was great worker. Then he used all he saved up to buy a damn E-car and then did not want to work during the semester. How can owner operator who gets used to a 40-50 hour week worker keep up when the worker just leaves.

My pronouns are now....

I am now dumber for having read that. Not because the article was dumb. It is actually very well written and very informative. I am dumber because my brain cells started committing suicide from how dumb it made me feel.

Sooooo close....

Anasazi, cool till the whole cannibalism thing.

My ex girlfriends older sister apply nicknamed "koo-koo" stole her identity. You would think it would be harder to do it. She just stole all the needed items from their mom. By the time she got caught she had gotten an apartment along with multiple credit cards in my ex's name.

I was with my ex when she tried to get a credit card at Sunglass Hut and her sister already had gotten one in her name. That started the chain reaction of "koo-koo's" downfall. She claimed her boyfriend "Dontrell" forced her to buy all the stuff. koo-koo did a few months in jail and then rehab. Ex had her credit ruined

A few funny things koo-koo bought:
A whole apartments worth of furniture from Aarons Rent A Center.
A rental car AND rent a rims.
Every gas station you could imagine, she would fill peoples tanks for like 75 cents on the dollar in cash.
A credit card with a max of 250 dollars that was maxed out on EA NBA2k14 in game purchases.

it was almost 5 grand worth of stuff total over 6 months

I hope she gets the help she needs! Oppositional Defiant Disorder is real and she most likely suffers from it. She should be sent to psychiatric hospital to recover from this trauma for a few months. I am pretty sure ODD qualifies her for SSI/Disability benefits for when she gets out and will continue her therapy on an outpatient basis.

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Anacin > Tylenol

We had an end of the year pee wee football party at one. I remember a guy named Darcy's dad drank to much and decided to ride the metal fry guy attached to coil spring thingy. When he fell off face first it was bad, then when it recoiled and back and hit him again it was worse.

He tried to hurry up and get up like nothing happened. He staggered around like a boxer with spaghetti legs with a huge astro turf burn on his face. Good times!

We had a sub PE teacher for a while. She put out a box of PE equipment and told us to make up a game. We invented bean bags vs tennis balls. Every kid got one or the other the object was if you had a tennis ball you tried to take the bean bag from be bean bag kids and vice versa. The team that had the most of the others balls or bags was the winner.

First day it was kind of fun. The second day it got serious. I didn't know 5th graders could have a blood thirst until then. I remember the teacher blew the whistle and this kid David tore off towards our team and threw a vicious flying fore arm shiver to a poor girls throat and snatching up her ball. Half the kids dropped there balls and bags and ran. The few of us left behind grabbed them up and then it happened. A pile of 5th grade catholic school boys in a fight to the death for bag or ball.

I remember at one point having torn the entire collar off a kids uniform shirt while holding him so my ball teammates could rip the bag from his hands. The sounds of the whistle being blown by the PE teacher made it even more intense. Who knew that you could tell by the tone of a whistle that the person blowing it was in fear.

The battle was fast but furious the ball team was berserking through the bag team. At one point a bag teamer in a last ditch kamikaze attack threw a bean bag at me. He must have learned to crow hop the previous night at little league practice. The bag smacked me right in the eye but even though dazed and partially blinded I had the wherewithal to grab his bag. Tucking it in with others i had while I curled up into a ball. Looking up I saw the whole bagger team had chose to throw their bags in defeat. I stood up and saw the looks on the faces of my classmates and the PE teacher.

The looks of fear and confusion were on most of the kids. But on the girl David had maul dragged was a look of thanks. The combatants had to kneel on the side walk for the rest of PE. My eye ended up swelling up and giving me an impressive black eye for school pictures.