Too bad. Another example of how the Left destroys everything it touches. Obviously never intended to be a career type job, but rather the first rung of the ladder acquainting individuals with the work-a-day world. Given how tenuous the grasp of acceptable, normative behavior is with so many of today’s yutes, I much prefer them not having any contact with my food.
Flippy will never work out. For one thing, he can’t spit on your burger.
ghostsniperMarch 9, 2018, 7:21 PM
My first “real job” was in 1970 at the age of 15 at the only McDonalds in town and the hourly wage was a dollar something and I was glad as hell to have it. 15 years and 32 jobs later I was running my own business and never worked for “wages” again. As Richard above said, it was a rung.
And I agree, I wouldn’t let most of them mow my yard. If they want to touch my food they’ll have to come into my kitchen and to get into the kitchen they’ll have to dodge a continuous hail of shrapnel.
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My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
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Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
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Poets wrote down words that did fit
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Can’t leave it alone
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Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
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Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
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Too bad. Another example of how the Left destroys everything it touches. Obviously never intended to be a career type job, but rather the first rung of the ladder acquainting individuals with the work-a-day world. Given how tenuous the grasp of acceptable, normative behavior is with so many of today’s yutes, I much prefer them not having any contact with my food.
Flippy will never work out. For one thing, he can’t spit on your burger.
My first “real job” was in 1970 at the age of 15 at the only McDonalds in town and the hourly wage was a dollar something and I was glad as hell to have it. 15 years and 32 jobs later I was running my own business and never worked for “wages” again. As Richard above said, it was a rung.
And I agree, I wouldn’t let most of them mow my yard. If they want to touch my food they’ll have to come into my kitchen and to get into the kitchen they’ll have to dodge a continuous hail of shrapnel.
Let em fuk theirselves.