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"Shimmer," the floor wax that is also a dessert topping, is one of my all-time favorites. Another is "Compulsion."

I like exactly two scented candle varieties. Pier 1 Imports Citrus Cilantro and Ginger Peach.

After skip-reading the various posts I think an answer is emerging. So many young men are so shy about nudity because they do not want to be ogled by old men. Or any men, for that matter. Perhaps that should be respected.

This guy's ass is what I ate today.

One of the banks we serviced was The Evanston Bank. Each night, each teller at that bank would balance their drawer, seal their deposit, and the armored car collected all of the deposits to be transported to our bank. To this day I remember teller #3 at The Evanston Bank. Every single day teller #3's deposit was either over or short. We finally had to count their deposits in dual custody so there would be a witness that the deposit was short. One day, after several calls from the vault manager, their account manager at our bank, and the cashier of our bank there was no bag from teller #3. The next day, the day after, and so forth no bag from teller #3. We finally asked what had happened and were informed that teller #3 was no longer with that bank. From then on their deposits were perfect.

Yes, there were bill counters, but at the time the counters were not sophisticated enough to take a pile of bills and sort as they counted, so the teller would feed in the ones, then the fives and so forth. However, the counters did not work so well on old or soiled bills. Mc Donald's had to be counted by hand, especially the deposits that consisted of breakfast shifts. EDIT: Coin was sorted and counted by machine. Currency was hand-sorted and machine counted. Also, most vault tellers would count by hand and verify by machine. That way, if the deposit was incorrect they would not have to retrieve the bills from the counter so someone could validate the deposit. This was 1984, so technology was not quite what it is today.

Yup, yup, and yup.

I worked for a mid-sized (small by today's standards) institution in Chicago that had a couple of niches, one of which was vault services. We had about half the currency exchanges (check cashing companies), dozens of small banks, several retailers and fast-food places, and assorted other businesses. We also counted coin and tokens for the Chicago Transit Authority. It was actually a fun environment. There were cameras everywhere, of course, and an entry system that looked like the intro to Get Smart. When a client reported a shortage all involved would get polygraphed. In the three years I worked there fewer than five people were fired. We rarely had shortages.

I never had a favorite piece, but was the banker almost every time we played. Next year will be my 35th year working in banking. My first job? Counting currency in the cash vault.

He has updated his age. Apparently he, like a friend and I, celebrates an annual thirtieth birthday.

Humor on display in the Chicago suburbs:

@Rudynate , your post reminded me that back in the 1970's the same Chicago Transit Authority referenced above had in-bus signage (such as "No Smoking" and " Move to the Rear" in several languages. If memory serves they were printed in English, Spanish, Polish, German, and Chinese. To this day the city has both English and Chinese signage in the historic Chinatown area on the Near South Side. I can't recall whether similar signage is present in "New Chinatown" on the North Side around Argyle and Broadway. Or should I say around 阿盖尔 和 百老汇

For many years, the Chicago Transit Authority denoted the way to a station exit using a sign that read "OUT" with an arrow pointing in the direction of the exit. It is a pretty efficient way of getting the message across.

His ad is gone, unfortunately.

http://laoblogger.com/images/peanuts-gang-birthday-clipart-10.jpg

Can't tell whether he eats roast beef, but apparently he does go wee, wee, wee all the way home.

Given the neatly-printed sign with yesterday's date, I'm going to say he is legit. And he prints neatly. I'll clean his fountain pen bits any time.

And then there's the ad text that states his name as "Eric" but the text that displays with his phone number instructs you to ask for StevenHarrison.

The article mentions that BaitBus and others are scripted, but this is not. Well, that's Thailand and this is Florida. However, we could send law enforcement over there research purposes. PURELY research. Completely agree.

That's a result of the new EU privacy regulations.

I does not sound like you are drawing a conclusion about his character or about his worth as a human being based on the presence of cutting scars. Regardless whether you are or aren't, if the scars will detract from the pleasure you derive from spending time with him then don't contact him.

Right. Proper names are capitalized. As you stated, African American is a proper name that refers to an American (proper name derived from a proper noun) who is of African (proper name derived from a proper noun) descent. I'm of German and Polish ancestry (and maybe more - let's see what my DNA test reveals) so I can be classified as a German American, Polish American, and/or European American. We also call people of my skin tone "white." We would call me and others who look like me "white American," i.e. "white" is a common noun (so it is not capitalized) and "American" is a proper noun (so it is capitalized).

What a charmer.

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