I am looking forward to more Oscar the dinosaur.
Waste plastic is far more recyclable than most other manufactured substances, but no one seems to want to go to the “trouble” of financing, establishing plants and hiring people for doing it.
I am tempted to title that, “Are we having fun, yet?”
I would be interested to see the real standards, being upheld, by a Real Miss Universe beauty contest. I picture a contestant with eight beautiful eyes and six beautiful legs.
If, a young guy was determined to “lose it,” he did not need to go through the trouble and numerous risks of traveling to Mexico. I lived in a small town and found out from friends, where to get “it.” Even, the larger cities in my state, if anything, were easier to find “it.” Bottom line: are you, sufficiently willing to compromise your morals to get “experience?” Even, if you keep your morals, would you have a problem getting engaged and married to a girl, that admits to having “experience?”
When, I was dating, I saw women, more as enjoyable company, rather than “numbers.” I saw “numbers,” as something “abstract,” rather than real. And, I am speaking as someone, who minored in mathematics, at the university, I attended.
I still remember the grammar lesson that we were taught in the mid-1950s. It ain’t never right to say “ain’t.”
Then, why hasn’t she bitten off his head and eaten him, yet?
And, keep a constant three-point contact as you climb.
It makes me glad that I don’t see those tests. And, strangely, I do not feel an urge to run out and buy one.