The bottom of her lime green g-string just peeked out with every step. The cheap plastic platform heels she always favored clicked and clacked along t... the tempo of her mincing steps. Half her right arm was taken up by a sleeve she'd had done by one of the best local tattoo parlors. Leaves, vines and all manner of birds wound their way from right elbow to shoulder. A stylish faux diamond Monroe piercing graced the left side of her upper lip.Two barbells pierced her tongue and a navel piercing. I respond with, “From what you tell me this system creates a lot more energy than it uses, right? How much more? If the delta is high enough we can make a fortune by having people pay us to dispose of their toxic waste while we sell electricity to the power grid.”Well, the poor pigeons have real trouble with that cat. It takes us four hours to come to an agreement. All of us who’d contributed will be involved in the operation and we’ll set up in our own areas or areas of our choice that aren’t. I recently been fired and was deperatly looking for a job and this couldn't of happened at a worse timei had recently bought my first house and the 3 month grace period was quickly araving.in desperation i took up the job of a baggy in large super store, the first day was ok, i met most of the till staff and other baggies. the actual job was ok but being surrounded by 18 year olds i wanted to work asa shelf stacker because no one sees you working.a week into the job i was working at till 14 and. He might be depressed." I remember the year when my dog had canine depression," I responded. "She wouldn't eat anything but McDonald's Quarter Pounders with cheese." How did you know it was McDonalds?" he asked."Trial and error." I don't want to feed my dog McDonalds," he typed, adding a frowning smilie."Your dog isn't depressed," I told him. "Canine depression is really rare." They told me at the shelter he might be, coming from his old family." Well he must have eaten at the shelter, right?.