This tale has been retold many a time, and I am finally putting it to pen for your enjoyment. This story is the tale of my first car and the misadventures that followed.
So, you've been single for a while, the last relationship you had lasted seven years, and you haven't dated since that one began. You're starting to think that, perhaps, it is time to look for someone to fill that vacancy left in your life.
Having taught for a number of years in a professional capacity, first as a coach and then as an ESL teacher, I have often been confounded by the seemingly random nature of classroom atmosphere.
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I was pondering the meaning of life one day (don?t ask) and suddenly it hit me (have you ever been hit by a truck?
Next to K.O.C.N. and the photomat, this was the best fucking job I ever had--I mean DAMN, I couldn't have asked for better, really. See: at the time I was living with a friend of mine, sleeping in his living room for $100 per month and the job paid $100 dollars per week, for one shift of about 8 hours per week!