Where the grass is green and the rates are shitty?
Oh won’t you please sell my home?
Where the grass is green and the rates are shitty?
Oh won’t you please sell my home?
Because New Jersey has always been right there.
Nothing like spending your retirement hanging around the local gas station.
Oktoberfest it is, then.
I have a surprise day off coming up.
You think I don’t already have some sprouted mung beans in my pocket?
Lived in the middle of nowhere and the nearest grocery store was 25 miles away. Once every 4-6 weeks we’d go to town and get maybe 10-12 gallons of milk, a shit load of bread, and all the other stuff.
We kept milk in the freezer.
It’s not really something I look for or pay attention to when I see it. It’s something fun to keep an eye out for from now on though.
I’ve started using that recently and it is very handy.
It’s probably a tie between wikipedia and flashlight.
Should be a cool breeze, relatively speaking.
Once maybe.
You’re teaching me all kinds of shit today.
I knew they mined a bunch of lignite but I was under the impression they exported most of it.
I live 2 towns over and I’m staying 2 towns over from that nutter.
There’s a lady that pops up on mine because she replies to anyone’s post within 20 miles with unhelpful and unsolicited advice. I call her Peggy Hill.
Thermal mass would be secondary for the sand. I’m more concerned with it helping the structure of the tank underground and avoiding slump from what the tank would be buried in. Probably feeding it heat from a thermal solar set-up.
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