Shadow298
UNLEASH THE GUAN
Knowing what's coming and being powerless to do anything constructive about it...
yeah.
that pisses me off too.
Knowing what's coming and being powerless to do anything constructive about it...
being really sick -to the point of almost passing out at work- yet still having to work because no one was available to replace me -despite doctor saying to go home and rest.
lol ive had those too, despite working at woolworths, no1 has a fucking RSA so no one can take my shifts in the liquor department, so althought being so sick i went to work for a whole weekend. I was dazed and out of it, and bosses still have the hide to question me about the work i didnt get done.
Pace yourself and maybe even have a sneaky tug beforehand if you cant go the distance.Anticlimaxes
Pace yourself and maybe even have a sneaky tug beforehand if you cant go the distance.
Speaking from experience I see.......
From AsiaSentinelAsia Sentinel said:"Whap. Whap. Whap."
"That's not it. Let's try another," says the dog handler while lifting a long metal rod to hit another dog's back.
Navigating the rod expertly between the bars of a cage where a dozen dogs are herded together, its only the noise of the stick that breaks the rhythmic sound of the rain. "Whap. Whap. Whap."
"There is a certain sound when there is the right amount of meat," explains the handler, a man in his 40s, his half-closed eyes searching the cage. After intensely listening he finally nods his head in satisfaction and points to a medium-sized dog of light brown color. "That should do it," he says.
A noose attached to a stick is now with the handler, who aims the device inside the cage for the marked dog. The yelping dogs scatter to the corners of the cage, trying to avoid the fishing noose. "They know what's coming," he says. It takes some 10 minutes until the "light brown one" is caught. The man, pulling the struggling dog behind him, goes to a nearby spartan room. A sharp stick is hanging on the wall and there is a steel container in one corner. Next to it is a round, white tumbling box. While pressing the dog's head to the floor with the noose device, the other free hand reaches for the stick. It's electrically tipped. "Tens of thousands of volts in here," says the handler in a matter of fact tone. A slight touch to the head of the dog is all that is needed. Death comes almost instantly. In a few seconds the twitching body stops moving. Legs stop trembling.