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THEY MADE ME GRAY
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Not on Sunday. Sunday is the day of the Lord, and comments of the day are not allowed on Sunday. Or on Sabbath. Religion is the opium of the masses.

In this case, I think that the inmates workers have very few, or no responsibilities. After 35 years in a mechanical goods production factory, I’ve learned that the assembly line workers do what they are trained to do, and what their foreman makes them do. A line worker (and this is valid for the inmates as well)

The responsible managers of the factory, maybe? After 35 years in the Factory, I’ve learned that the workers do what they are trained to do and what their foreman makes them do. A worker (and this is valid for the prison workers too) doesn’t wake up one morning, and decides to make himself an handmade tool. And if he

Jason, if there’s someone in God’s world who sucks a lot, that one is you.

How many Maserati did fail on you, to say so?

Indeed there was no rust at all: just a couple of rats nests, that confirmed how indeed it was always kept in a barn... the rats entered through holes that are now known being an early design flaw, and that can be easily protected.

...naaah!

You’re fantastic.... but who’s Stella, and where is Mike’s story?

It’s more concours and chili, from what I’m hearing...

You don’t have to sign your posts, you dumdum.

No one will hear you here, dude... deal with it.

They will never go to Pebble Beach.

I hope that “lily white community” (in the words of Dicko Hardigree) will welcome you with open arms. But an Aveo birdie tells me that most likely it won’t be so. Oh, what the fuck!... I’ll never know, and I won’t lose my sleep over it. Vaja con Dios!

Sure you’ll be the heat of the party...

What the fuck means “lily white communities”? Is it an offense to them? If so, you’ll be so much popular there... just supposed they let you in, and just supposed you’ll be allowed to continue in your present job, of which I strongly doubt.

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I remember the ugly column gear shifter, that was on my Dad’s Ford Consul 315. I never could stand it and I was not alone, since it disappeared soon.