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Thank you.

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the store is quiet

It is one of those stores I visit on a regular basis. Every time I enter I am overwhelmed by a feeling of relaxation, peace and serenity. It's the kind of store that makes me feel like I am a child again.

There's only one thing that I don't like about this store. It is that everything is so, well, everything. I hate that the shelves, the walls, the display cases all take up so much space. But if you are a part of the organization you could understand it because the store is a charity and a community hub. But it is very difficult to find anything in the store.

The store has a special section which is for the "little kids" on Saturdays. There are games and toys which are made for children. But if you are more than three years old then you can't play with them. The reason why they have a special section is that the section is more geared towards teaching the children about community spirit and charity. They have a display where you can donate toys, clothes, and money. They also have a donation room for those who want to donate old clothes and toys which the children can use.

What happens if I step out for a snack, or a bathroom break, and I miss my bus? Should I get up at the wheel when the bus goes by and start the engine so I don't get lost? I ask the question and the answers come back: you'll fall out of the bus; you'll get home late; it's late anyway.

I step out for the bathroom, and I remember I don't have any tampons. I'm at the airport. I have a suitcase full of tampons. I step back in and ask about the best store to buy tampons. I'm told to go into the restrooms and ask someone. It takes a little longer for someone to come to me than it should have. I wait.

After a while I ask the person that person says a question for a job interview. I go to the restroom and get some tampons. I go back to the person with the question. I'm told the answer. I get a job. I work in the back and I don't answer the phone.

I get up. I go to my desk. I get to the desk and there's the phone. I look in my purse and find a tampon. I take it out. I'm supposed to be going to the grocery store. I leave the house.

I go to the grocery store. I check the shelves. There's no tampons.

"There's no tampons," I say. "The store is out."

"What?" the grocery store clerk says.

"There's no tampons," I say. "The store is out."

"It's the middle of the night," the clerk says. "There are people in here. There's customers. There's a line."

"I don't know," I say. "Maybe."

"You have to check again," he says. "Sometimes people switch their orders."

I go to the back and find a person wearing a uniform.

"There's no tampons," I say.

"There are tampons in the back," the woman wearing the uniform says. "I'll go get you some."

The clerk says I have to talk to the grocery store's manager. The manager says I have to go ask in the restroom. The manager says there's no tampons.

The store is quiet.

I go into the restroom and I ask the woman. She says there are tampons. I come out. I tell the store clerk. He says he'll have to make a note about it. I go back to the bathroom and ask the woman again. She says there aren't any tampons.

I come out and tell the store clerk.

"There's no tampons," the store clerk says.

"There are," I say.

What happens if I forget a towel? What happens if I step out for a snack, or a bathroom break, and I miss my bus? Should I get up at the wheel when the bus goes by and start the engine so I don't get lost? I ask the question and the answers come back: you'll fall out of the bus; you'll get home late; it's late anyway.

I step out for the bathroom, and I remember I don't have any tampons. I'm at the airport. I have a suitcase full of tampons. I step back in and ask about the best store to buy tampons. I'm told to go into the restrooms and ask someone. It takes a little longer for someone to come to me than it should have. I wait.

After a while I ask the person that person says a question for a job interview. I go to the restroom and get some tampons. I go back to the person with the question. I'm told the answer. I get a job. I work in the back and I don't answer the phone.

I get up. I go to my desk. I get to the desk and there's the phone. I look in my purse and find a tampon. I take it out. I'm supposed to be going to the grocery store. I leave the house.

I go to the grocery store. I check the shelves. There's no tampons.

"There's no tampons," I say. "The store is out."

"What?" the grocery store clerk says.

"There's no tampons," I say. "The store is out."

"It's the middle of the night," the clerk says. "There are people in here. There's customers. There's a line."

"I don't know," I say. "Maybe."

"You have to check again," he says. "Sometimes people switch their orders."

I go to the back and find a person wearing a uniform.

"There's no tampons," I say.

"There are tampons in the back," the woman wearing the uniform says. "I'll go get you some."

The clerk says I have to talk to the grocery store's manager. The manager says I have to go ask in the restroom. The manager says there's no tampons.

The store is quiet.

I go into the restroom and I ask the woman. She says there are tampons. I come out. I tell the store clerk. He says he'll have to make a note about it. I go back to the bathroom and ask the woman again. She says there aren't any tampons.

I come out and tell the store clerk.

"There's no tampons," the store clerk says.

"There are," I say.

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Towels were in every corner of the hotel. It was a very simple room with wooden furniture and a white colored tiled floor. All you saw were the wooden furniture and the white tiles. This hotel gave a simple accommodation. But you felt at home and at peace.

There were some places in Italy where you would get the same feeling and it would not be a simple hotel but in a way a home away from home. There were some hotels in Italy where even the staff and the management was like a family. All the family was there to take care of you and to make you feel at home. And even the other travelers were like family members and they helped you and they even guided you.

Thats one of the reasons I chose this hotel. Because all of the staffs were friendly and cooperative. I would even come across other travelers there that would tell me that this is a good hotel, I will not go anywhere else. I will always stay here

Can't wait to play around with my plant based fossil fuels.

It was great fun, if a little hard work. It's hard to see how it can be played around with, though, because it's like trying to play with coal or oil. I'd feel uncomfortable trying to go outside to plant new seeds or gather fuel, and the more so because it seems unlikely that it'll work, and the effort needed to extract more fuel from the remains of those plants may just put them out of bounds for all but the most desperate circumstances.

A bit more info: I have a friend that used to be a nuclear physicist and he has a theory that the first photosynthetic organisms were in the bottom of the ocean and when the oceans cooled in the Devonian they came to the surface to start photosynthesis. If true, this might explain why there's no evidence of early photosynthesis on land. His theory is that once the first plants moved from the ocean into the forest, the oceans gradually warmed and the seas receded. This allowed marine life to colonise the continents again and start photosynthesis.

I'm not sure I buy that, but I'm happy to entertain the idea for a while.

"I don't know much about plants, but it looks like a potato." You can't just grow a nuclear reactor out of a potato. You can grow one out of algae, though. Algae is kind of a big deal these days, but if you think about it, it's probably the best reactor material we've got. It's simple, cheap, and it's the kind of stuff you can grow in a lab. Also, it grows by photosynthesis, so it's going to emit exactly the same kind of waste as a plant. If you have the potato, or you have the potato's waste, then you just have the material for a nuclear reactor.

Do not forget about Arkansas buddy, they are really good. I had a blast playing poker this weekend at their club, and I won more than I have in years. The room is really cool too. I'm looking forward to it. They have some really fun cards. And there are lots of girls that play too.

I don't think I'm going to be able to get back to LASV for a while. That was the highlight of my trip so far. But I'm getting sick of my ass, so I'm heading north tomorrow to have fun with the family, and see if my dad and his bro can beat my brothers and me at blackjack.

The FryingpanArkansas Project, or "Fry-Ark," is a water diversion, storage and delivery project serving southeastern Colorado. The multi-purpose project was authorized in 1962 by President Kennedy to serve municipal, industrial, and hydroelectric power generation, and to enhance recreation, fish and wildlife interests. Construction began in 1964 and was completed in 1981. The project includes five dams and reservoirs, one federal hydroelectric power plant (two private, FERC regulated plants), and 22 tunnels and conduits totaling 87 miles (140 km) in length. The Bureau of Reclamation, under the Department of the Interior built and manages the project.[1]

Like its sisterproject, the ColoradoBig Thompson Project, the Fry-Ark brings available water from Colorado's West Slope to the more arid, and more heavily populated, East Slope, providing supplemental water to over 720,000 people and 280,600 acres (113,600 ha) of irrigable land in Colorado Springs, Pueblo, La Junta, Lamar, and other southeastern Colorado municipalities each year.

Being stuck outside is terrifying to most people. At least, I would imagine so. Im a social butterfly and when I get stuck at a restaurant or bar, I love to try to make the most of the situation and try to meet new people. I know its clich to say that you have to try to make the best out of it, but its true.

At least that was the plan. After spending some time out in Utahs cold, blizzard-like weather, I was feeling super bored and ready to get back to my warm home in Hawaii. I had to wait for the bus to finally come.

As I was watching the bus slowly drive down the street, I realized it was me sitting inside. It was as if my feet were stuck in concrete. Time was flying by. Soon it would be the time to get on and go home.

This was it. I was trapped.

No, I am not talking about the movie where all those people are trapped in a tunnel and they have to go and pass through time to get home. Im not talking about The Road. I am talking about the reality where you are waiting for a bus for so long that you actually want to get out of your house. Its like the bus is your only option. You cant get out of it, and its running late.

This was me.

That is not Greg.

Why?

I really don't know why. I guess I have a deep seated need to be called Greg. Or maybe it's that I'm half-Irish. When I was a kid I always wanted to be Irish. My Mom is Irish, so I guess it runs in the family.

I could have had any other name, but it was part of my parents' plan to have me get the name Greg in honor of my Dad. He's originally from Iowa and was named Robert Gregory. Of course, my Mom decided to give me the last name of the man she loved, but they were both married to other people when they got married. Well, one of them remarried, but I still have the problem of being named Robert Gregory.

In the beginning I did have an Irish name and had thought about changing it. A friend of mine in the Army had gotten the name Greg and I had thought about changing it, too. In the end, though, I couldn't. I just couldn't.

What about the name?

What name are you thinking about? It's easy to figure out the name when I was a kid. I was fascinated with sports and it seemed that everything had a Greg in it. I could always count on that. Since then, things have changed, and my name has changed with them. I'm not all that great at sports anymore and haven't had as much experience with my name. Sometimes I wish that I had never chosen the name Greg.

What are you having trouble with?

You know, I always have trouble spelling my name. My friends have no trouble with it. They always call me Greg. It's the letters that give me trouble. When I call myself Greg it is always a struggle.

That's really it. I just can't spell my name. How hard is it to spell? It's just the letter Q, the letter C, and the letter M. That's about it.

That's the only trouble? Now, I know that sounds strange, but it's the truth. What I really want to say is you've got a good name. You know that, don't you? If you had chosen another name, or even just a different name, it would have been a much bigger problem.

You wouldn't have been any different and wouldn't have gotten any more trouble. My advice is to stick with the name you already have. It's a good name. You already have a problem spelling it. Now you won't have any more.

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I have a very small apartment and live alone and I can't have a pet on my own. Plus, I work from home most of the time. I was talking to my dad today and he has a cat. Well, I'm an only child, my dad has a family, but my dad has two cats. So you see, that's the first thing. The second thing is, I don't like dogs. I don't like the way they act.

I don't know. I guess I could have two. But one would be okay. One would be perfect. But that's all I could have is one. That's the only thing. That would be perfect. I don't know. I guess that's it.

So what is the big deal if I don't like cats and dogs? I guess if I did like dogs. If I did like cats. I can't live alone with one. One is okay. But not too many.

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Ritz can be a but much sometimes, but when paired with a cheese they are my go to. Premium's saltines are a little salty so it works great.

As a former Ritz, I can attest to the taste of their cheese and salty crackers. Unfortunately they have closed but I remember the taste of the cheese really well. I didn't care for the crust and have also heard they tend to have a "dry" cracker which is an off taste if you don't like that flavor.

What is your name? And most importantly what the fuck is this thing I just swallowed?!

It's like my Rattata is in the top percentage of attack and defense for all my pokemon. I wonder what would happen if I raised it's defense to 100%... Maybe it should evolve? I'm at the beginning of the game, so I'm sure my Rattata is a young adult, which means it's only a few steps away from evolving. If it evolves, I'm going to name it "Rattata-Fantastic" so I can just name my Rattata's evolution my Rattata-Fantastic whenever I want to, and I'll be able to tell how much damage it could take by just looking at it.

You are not protected. Even though you are the child, if they see a gun you carry they can do whatever they want. They can take you, they can hurt you, they can kill you. All they need is a good excuse, which is what happened with my dad. The excuse was that he was taking them to a funeral. This is what they did to him. They took him at the dinner hour to McDonalds and they shot him in the head with a shotgun. And they threw him in a Dumpster.

There is no excuse for such evil. But if you are reading this, you have probably seen worse and if not, its time to do so. And, of course, to protect your family.

In the future, you should be prepared to confront the issue by not buying a gun you know your child will not understand. If you want to buy one, consider buying one with no clips and safety. And remember, no matter what you do or what they do, do not let them take your gun. Do not do it. Do not.

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A deep dive on the history of the chicken nugget.

Whats the difference between chicken and chicken nuggets? We wondered that, too. And so we decided to do some research.

First, heres a quick history of the chicken nugget, according to the Washington Post:

The idea of nuggets appeared in the 1950s as a snack designed to be easy to eat. They took off in the 1960s with McDonalds marketing them. According to the company, Chicken McNuggets were developed to address the problem of having chicken that was a little too dry and tough for many McDonalds customers. With the creation of Chicken McNuggets in 1963, McDonalds took one of the finest products of its day ground chicken breast and packaged it in a convenient bite-size, easy to eat, pre-cooked snack.

Today, according to Wikipedia, there are an estimated 12,000 to 20,000 fast-food and stand-alone restaurants in the US that sell nuggets. Theyre a big business in the US McDonalds alone sold $4.7bn of nuggets last year but the food is becoming less popular in other countries. And now the American fast food chain is getting into making gluten-free nuggets.

According to Wikipedia, nugget is a general term, but nugget specifically refers to a small cut of chicken meat. In nugget form, its usually breaded and fried.

Back in 1962, McDonalds was in its second year of selling fast food. The company began selling chicken at its restaurants in San Diego, California, the day the chain began. That day, it said on Twitter, a woman came up to the counter and asked for a McDonalds cheeseburger and a pint of your famous fries. But when she saw the cheeseburger, she asked for only a small cheeseburger, and asked for only French fries. McDonalds, surprised, agreed.

The restaurant sold the small cheeseburger with fries for $1.29, a McDonalds spokesman told the Los Angeles Times in 1989. It became one of the companys signature items. But while the chicken nugget was a successful new product, it was not popular with everyone. Some complained that they were too dry and could be greasy.

In those days, we didnt have the equipment to cook the chicken so it could be properly fried, Bill Parson, a marketing manager for McDonalds from 1969-77 told the Washington Post in 1991.

The fast food chain found a way to solve the problem. McDonalds cooks the chicken to a certain internal temperature and then quickly chill it so it doesnt get soggy and greasy, the Post reported in 1991.

The fried chicken nugget was officially launched in 1968. The recipe is secret, and McDonalds isnt sharing it with anyone else, according to the Post.

At some point between the early 1960s and 1968, McDonalds started selling the dish outside of its restaurants. According to the McDonalds website, the company had 4,500 stores in the US in 1968, and by the mid-1970s the number had increased to 7,500.

A lot of people wouldve just said, Thats awesome. Its great. We love that. But then it got to the point where all the executives were like, OK, we got to get this in by Monday,' said an insider, who claims the only way to get this to work in the near future is to cut the wings from the nuggets, but leave the skin on, and then serve it as wings.

The problem with this plan is that the executives at McDonalds apparently want the nuggets to taste like chicken nuggets, not fake chicken wing nuggets that actually look and feel like real chicken wing nuggets. Its like, What are we going to do? We got this deadline, and I cant ask the public for nothing. How can we make it look like chicken, but taste like fake chicken wing?

When reached for comment, an anonymous McDonalds spokesperson did not confirm or deny the existence of the alleged, unsolicited fake chicken wing nugget, but provided the following statement: Let me be clear, we have never said that our Nuggets are not made of chicken. In fact, we have long been committed to making our Nuggets, which have become the best-selling item on our menu, and we will continue to sell these tasty nuggets for generations to come.

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I believe this happened on my very first day at school. I dont really remember but I cant be the first child to feel like this. I had no idea why I didnt like that child, but I did. I felt really, really, bad for her. I would often just walk by her and smile at her.

As the year went on, I noticed her more. I noticed how smart she was. She was so smart. It was like she was in a completely different world than everyone else. I was the only child that knew where everyones books were and what they had to do before break and lunch. Everyone else had to find the school bus stop, wait for the bus to stop, get on the bus, get on the sidewalk and stop at the bus stop. It drove me crazy.

I think I started to get jealous of her because she always seemed to be laughing at other kids. I didnt think other kids were stupid at all, but she did and she made fun of them in a smart way. She was so, so smart. She made it so hard for me to stand out, but she was also my only friend. I loved her. She was so nice. I hated that kid.

One day, at lunchtime, she came up to me and told me she wanted to be my friend. I immediately thought that she was crazy and she wasnt very smart and she shouldnt be my friend. But she was so nice. I kind of accepted her as a friend.

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I should be allowed to flame anyone I personally dislike and it's a violation of my human rights if I am not allowed to express my opinions or have a discussion with anyone.

I can't believe anyone else would think that we are not allowed to flame others, just because we do not know the person personally.

I personally did not feel the need to make my opinion known on the matter of the thread and therefore was only interested in the opinions of those who posted.

Personally I feel that the only people who will say any different than my opinions are people like you who have a personal vendetta against me.

You say that you don't know how I feel or what I think, yet that is precisely what you have said in the past. I suggest that you take your own advice and go and read my posts, I've been talking to people like you for a very long time. I've been saying exactly the same things over and over and I've been called a liar many times.

Your comments are like a sore that never seems to heal.