Stronger than Sin. Hmmm....
Well, I suppose the first step is which aspect of Sin is being considered. It's a romance, so let's assume it's love. So the love splattered upon the pages of the novel is stronger than the love of sin.
This is still pretty general. How much on average do people love sin? Well Vegas is sin city and a quick check shows that ending fiscal year 2009, the casinos had a net loss of 6.7 billion dollars. That's not very strong love.
Therefore I presume the love in question will be short-lived and will end badly with accusations of not returning CDs.
the casinos had a net loss of 6.7 billion dollars. That's not very strong love.
What about the strip joint revenue? I think the casino net loss might be people being very good at sin.
But doesn't the house always win?
Y'all are setting the bar way too high. If the sin is sloth, all our sultry heroine has to do is get off the couch.
OK, I got good feedback from a non-boss person. And they may have found my replacement -- yikes. At least I'm pretty sure to get a contract for April as well.
What about the strip joint revenue? I think the casino net loss might be people being very good at sin.
I think you're over complicating the issue. I think that overall casino profit is a reasonable estimation of the wages of sin.
I was thinking about going to urgent care today because of this week-old cold but today the glands that were swollen have gone down, I'm breathing easier and my throat is not as sore. I'm not well, but I'm better. That means I don't need to see a doctor, right?
I think that overall casino profit is a reasonable estimation of the wages of sin.
So death equals negative 6.9 billion? IN some board rooms, probably.
So death equals negative 6.9 billion? IN some board rooms, probably.
In terms of revenue, a dead gambler and a gambler who doesn't make the trip are functionally equivalent.
That means I don't need to see a doctor, right?
I'd say you were getting better on your own. But then I've been told I am a bad judge of such things. To those people I remind them that I *did* go to the doctor when I had whooping cough. And a concussion. Eventually.
Okay, that's right up my colour alley. What brand is it?
Zoya.
My fingernails are black and I blame you all. But a) super cheap Walgreens polish (what? it was an impulse buy) and b) likely to fail catastrophically shortly as I am really tough on my nails.
You can touch it up with Sharpie! Not that I do that. Cough. (Much ~ma to the SO, btw.)
Awww. But that makes me feel old - back in my day, if you were gay and in high school, you stayed closeted until college.
In my day you... may have told a friend or two, on the DL, so that those in the life knew the other people in the life, and so on.
Of course, a year or two later, people were all like, open and stuff about it. And I was all, "Where were YOU girls when I needed a prom date? Huh?"
