Than the previous one, ending
in a grand ranking of nice to look at colors, about sixteen options in
all. The claim was that this bugger was over 80% accurate in identifying
jobs you would really enjoy, enjoy, endure and hate--something like
that. My results? Turns out I don like that job. I speak a lot too. I
don dig that either. I guess I big into clerical, acting, teaching and
forestry. Forestry. I have camped three times that I remember. Forestry.
see. My answers? Blue, green, green, brown, blue, black. There is a
blue sky and there are green leaves, brown trunks, blue . .
Skies again and black, um, bears. Yes, there are black bears in the woods. . . The Blues Brothers, Green: The Green Mile, Brown: Brownhog Day (I know, I taking a few liberties here, but the groundhog was brown), Black: Black Hawk Down. I in the wrong field! Take writing. Inside job. Think I ever even SEE the blue sky? No. Green. Am I rolling in green? Uh, no. Brown. Any dirt on these hands? Nope. Only Calluses.
Black. Not to be redundant, but am I in it? No, it red, baby, deep red. Have you ever been in one of those? They death traps, I tell you. I squeezed my 6 frame into one and started down the Rum. There is no way to relax. It suffocating and drowning. We zip along so fast, it hard to tell if my wife is even in the boat with me. I sure can hear her above the roar of the engine. So we hold on tight and pray we don fall out. air jordan 11 bred We not moving fast. It not real loud. I just can seem to find her. She doing her thing, I doing mine. |
