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Goddamn that website is ad-cancer wtf

Mammy?

seriously?

any time.

If you have any other questions, gimme a dm. I’m also a licensed plumber so if you ever need an answer, I can probably help out.

Fire your head straight up your own ass cum dracula.

A billionaire afrikaners version of posting through it I guess.

Ketamine wrecks more than bladders. Who knew.

db blockers non-vented silicone.

They were about 200 for a pair and I had to get fitted at an audiologist. But they’re the bees knees. Depending on frequency of sound and where from 33bd to 46db of reduction. They’re really good for high frequency stuff.

I do that on occasion when my mind won’t quit running.

It’s cheap therapy.

Mineral wool. Resilient channels or isolation clips. Double rocked or triple rocked walls w green glue in between layers.

If you’re re rocking your bathroom use greenboard. It’s mold resistant.

I’m in a city now too, just on the outskirts sorta. I’m in a poorer part that actually got redlined back in the 1980s. The street I’m on got split in half. I just happen to be close to the beach. It’s also a beach on the Gulf of Mexico, and it’s nothing picturesque. It’s just a place I can go that happens to not cost anything beyond the yearly parking permit fee of $13.

It’s open 24/7 so even on the nights I wake up stressing out, I go out there and sit. There’s a public fishing pier that goes out about 300’ and sometimes I’ll go sit at the end and just listen to the water and watch the fishermen go about their night.

I came from a small place where the cows outnumber the people. I live in a moderate size city in a coastal area now, the beach is fifteen min away. There’s no hiking there to speak of but I just go and sit as often as I can. Most times it’s a hour, but sometimes less. Kids, work, family, etc.

The beach (people probably picture Key West, or Cali, but the GoM along Texas is anything but) affords me a place to decompress. Sometimes I throw a couple sheets and a pillow in the back of the truck and just find a spot and lay in the back of the truck at look up.

It is, really. I feel a little bit better afterwards usually. Not zen, but my blood pressure drops and things get turned down from an 8 or 9 to a 4 or 5. It makes stuff tolerable.

I think it is, in a way. It’s just never been focused or intentional, it just sorta ended up here somehow.

Thank you! We are about to go out for dinner right now.

No Lorraine Homer, it is not “out of date and inaccurate”.

It’s fuckin evergreen is what it is.

McHire

McKill me.

A real Toxie situation

40’ of tunnels, 35’ of trench, five floor drains, six vents, two bathroom groups, and five faucets.

Apprentice and I will have it knocked out in three days. They’ll be able to reopen the store Monday night. I’m working all weekend, but I’m getting emergency rates all weekend so I’m perfectly fine with the work. I wanted to be off this weekend; I met someone who I’m growing sorta fond of, and would have enjoyed spending my weekend with them instead of in the mud in a tunnel under a gas station, but I could also use the money. My daughter turns 13 this coming week and I’m blowing it all on her. It’s fortuitous I suppose.

That never goes away. I still get like that for a second or two even now.