Damn, all I did was work at a brewery, talk about hard work drinking all that free beer. 

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I'm pretty sure I worked with her!
The smell is inescapable.
But the pig farm was way better than the cesspit under the Fremont hotel or the leech-covered lift pumps at the sewage treatment plants.
Lunch break? I don’t think so.
It was the Seventies after all.Go on...
Wife and I stopped in Goodland, KS once to fuel up and drain our bladder(s). They had recently used a urea based fertilizer on hundreds of acres upwind. Smelled bad.
Wife: “What is that smell?”
Me: “Money”
Same thing every time we pass a cattle lot.![]()
Let's elaborateIt was the Seventies after all.The powers to be decided to hire a lot more women back then. The union did the hiring and they did their best interviewing at the local bars. So, yeah we worked with more than several Go Go dancers, etc.
Go Go dancers.....
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It would depend if the bar's doors were locked with you and your money on the inside.Let's elaborate! Go, Go and or Stripper
I grew up on a hog farm. None of your stories impress me. At all. You get used to the stench, but you don't get dates in high school when you smell like pig s***.
Some don't remember.Most don’t know what they’re missing.
That’s why I farmYep! Just remember - if it weren't for agriculture, some people would have no culture at all!!!