Jack Black?
Jack Black?
I did an internship at a crime lab for college. College over, I eventually applied to that very lab. I probably didn’t interview well (too much detail in my explanation for the layman juror), and I didn’t get the job. I asked where I could improve and was told the aforementioned along with the fact that other people who were interviewing had masters or were already certified forensic scientists. I had a bachelor’s. It was an entry job that I could’ve done in my sleep.
18650’s? Those are a dime a dozen. Unless you want the actual company that made those specific ones. If that’s the case, I can’t help you.
No I don’t want to go to Starbucks right now. Maybe later.
I get it now. It all makes more sense. Thank you.
A costume party makes sense. But I don’t recognize the other outfit.
Let’s hope the charges are dropped, but at the very minimum, she has caused this individual humiliation, stress, and grief that didn’t need to happen.
Anyone else see Little Mac?
I know. Many of these twitter-like posts omit the dates. Topical things are easy to discern the date of. Others, however, are less obvious. So when the dates are removed, it makes things very annoying.
I can usually make sense of that eventually. What grinds my gears is when people crop out the date. Was this written today? Last week? Last year? Couldn’t tell ya.
There wasn’t even an exploding duck.
My wife was on board until the ending.
You wouldn’t know it with all the “deals” and “meetings” he’s having.
Sad thing is that they probably went up since the election.
“I just walked right out. Didn’t even need to duck”
That little text at the bottom ensures, for me anyway, that I’ve set the alarm properly.
La Chancla is eternal.
Not until their actions actually have consequences for themselves, and even then, they’ll likely deny it longer still.
I would settle for house arrest with no access to social media posting.
I’ve always thought of it as “grEy” is English and “grAy” is American.