I have a stash. You have a stash.
And then there’s – stash.
Sometimes when working gets to be a drag I go and fondle my stash and remind myself: this is why I work.
I have a stash. You have a stash.
And then there’s – stash.
Sometimes when working gets to be a drag I go and fondle my stash and remind myself: this is why I work.
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I conceive that pleasures are to be avoided if greater pains be the consequence, and pains to be coveted that will terminate in greater pleasures.
Now that is a stash.