My foreman in the quarry is a wheel fanatic. Now we are expected to mine, cut, and load into cart at twice the pace, because the 'haulers' (ain't hauling anything if you ask me) would be sitting on their asses otherwise.
Gods mercy make me foreman for a day and see what I'll do to stupid wheel.
I visited the Louvre recently and saw one of these fertility idols up close. They really should put some kind of warning because I immediately felt the need to unzip my pants and start furiously masturbating. It would have been embarrassing except every other museumgoer in the room was doing it as well.
i had a similar experience at the Greek Vase Painting exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. if it hadn't been for the museum docents equipped with mops and buckets, it would have been a virtual slip n' slide in and out of there.
For real, my nephew is already giving me shit because I don't know how to use the lever they got me for last solstice, now they come out with this shit. I dunno how anyone keeps up with all this gadgetry. Why do we need levers? What's wrong with just getting the whole tribe together to brute force our big rocks into place like we've always done?
Right? I was on board with the whole pressing reeds into clay tablets to calculate taxes thing, but now they're expanding it to all words. How are people going to remember anything anymore?
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