I build and repair above ground bulk petroleum tanks all across the country. aka a Tanky.
You know all them baled up cardboard boxes behind WalMart and other stores. They're all shipped to me and I turn about 1400 tons/day of them into fiber for the paper machines.
Well, actually I do have a little help.
Work in a power plant in the controls and instrumentation dept.
oh yea.... he died from AIDS.... you gots that??
Work in a power plant in the controls and instrumentation dept.
I grew up at the egg farm south of Papa New Deli. After building a log cabin with my bare hands that I was later concieved, and born in, my feet hit the ground in a world mired in politico's and televangelist. After a brief stint in the foreign legion I took up 6 string picolo bass and made my way across the country side eventually ending up in a commune of mildly depressed nun's, a few migrant laborers and a newt. After honing my numb chuking ability and escaping to the far reaches of Oklahoma I decided to settle in for the long haul and become a professor of logical thinking an oft forgotten art in my current traverse. Oh yeah I had a hand in building the first chair leg and perfecting the art of the one hand double hucklebuck takedown manuever not to be confused with the Greenfield surrender position.
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