I think children are “that button” in marriage and the bedroom.
Strongest man, meet Strong GOD. Strong God, meet strongest man.
Somewhere there is a woman who can turn both of them to putty.
OK, you have a BAD Ass.
Or he is going to wear those cheap K-Mart T-shirts to school.
The same kind Clark Kent used to wear to school. That’s why everybody in Smallville knew Clark was superboy.
Why Lana Lang and all the other girls would flirt with him. Also why all the guys hated his guts.
Yes, they knew well before he kicked Mr. Thomas’ Outhouse across state lines (with Mr. Thomas in it, of course)
It is a safer way to clean and sanitize potable water tanks. When I was specifying how to do that on Aircraft after the EPA shut down most Airlines for their water – I specified white vinegar because it was extremely safe. I had approval from FAA, EASA, EPA and ECHA for it, but Airlines didn’t like that method. Took more time. You had to dump the water and flush to get rid of the vinegar.
The Airlines and Air Framers decided to use Bleach. Bleach is a good sanitizer, but free chlorine is very corrosive. They also didn’t flush the tanks, they just left it in the Potable water. (Yummy)
They don’t replace the water in steamers. It boils off, they just add more.
They work that way, until the Calcium deposits crust up the water circulation, and they have to dump white vinegar into it to dissolve that sludge.
For most people the mild acrid vinegar taste is faint. but it does spice up the mustard taste a bit. (same Acetic Acid)
I hate rude people.
My gym used to be open 24-7. I used to love to go in at 2:00 or 3:00 AM and work out alone. I would usually vacate if anybody showed up.
Now, it seems that the hours are 6:30 AM to 10:00 PM and it is always crowded. I never make it out of the parking lot to go in.
I stopped going there because of that. I use my Home stuff, or just run or bike these days.
For me, some of it was just circumstance. I started Kindergarden at 4, because in Berlin, at that Army Base, that is when you could start. When my father transferred to Ft. Bragg, NC – I was 5 and had already attended Kindergarden. So they tested me, because they didn’t want to put me in the first grade, and then due to the test ended up putting me in the second grade.
Every few years we would move, and every new school balked at putting a kid younger than the class into that class, so I was tested again and again. Each time, they decided to skip a grade and put me ahead.
I ended up skipping 4 grades that way, passing my older sister up, and being in the same grade as my older brother – I was 12/13 in High School as a senior, and he was 17.
My dad used to joke that as we moved across the US (east to west) that the schools got dumber because they kept pushing me forward.
Was that on Oprah’s Reading List?
Kidding, of course.
Hmm; guess I should have said at least a little bad.