Free taters with every examination.
I came home from work yesterday to find my gas bill shoved into a small colorful box that was resting outside my door. It had a good amount of heft to it, and was unlabeled. Unnerved by strange gifts, I bring it in along with all my various crap, confused as to what it could possibly be.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…it’s soap. Dish soap to be precise.
I’ve been given soap by my bank and now my gas company. If anyone can explain this practice to me, I’d right appreciate it!
1. Three shirts, two jackets – Good.
2. Two pants – Need more.
3. Socks – Definitely longer and possibly multiple are needed.
4. Left Ear – Probably on bridge. Should be frozen and still re-attachable. Search for it after school.
Since most of my caloric intake these days goes to preventing me freeze to death, I’ve found myself hungrier as of late. So, not feeling like cooking and wanting a bike ride I decide to head up to the nearby conbini. Alas, it was raining so the bike ride turned into a walk. No big deal. Still getting some exercise. So I finally make it, and it’s hella cold. As I’m closing up my umbrella, I take a look at the sky.
“Rain is coming down awfully slow… And is awfully white… Shit.”
I think that the premise behind these commercials is that when this Japanese woman married a black man her father turned into a dog.
The boss. The big cheese. The head honcho.
I never knew it until just now, but ‘honcho’ comes from the Japanese word 班長「はんちょう」[hanchou].
Basically means group/squad leader.
How about that?
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