but she did migrate to California in 1849.
So now we're celebrating her new career as an industrial miner.
He found it irrigating.
She was just in it for the Monet
It was a chain reaction
But she did move to California in 1847!
What do you call a monster truck during Christmas dinner?
It's not a beautiful poem, but it's very deep.
Now it's not a very beautiful poem... But it's quite deep
At first the curse just brought him bad luck, causing vital equipment to break and provoking frequent but small injuries to him and his crew. Soon, however, the curse darkened and diggers the man had hired to help work his claim began to die in bizarre ways.
One was killed by an African scorpion that should never have made it to Alaska, let alone have survived the cold. A second drank a gallon of the mercury used to separate the gold from the ore. A third was found with a tree growing up through his body.
The man himself who owned the claim became more and more pale. His eyes became all white. His skin began to give off an overpowering smell of sulfur. He slept all day and at night he wandered the mountain above his claim, coming back each day looking more like a beast than a man.
The curse became so bad the last worker alive ran away to the nearest town to tell the authorities what was happening at the claim.
In an attempt to save the claim owner's life and lift the cur... keep reading on reddit ➡
My father says as he hands me the post hole digger while we’re building a fence.
She was a gold digger.
She was super into metal.
We got stoned together.
I'm thinking about coaling her, but you're supposed to wait 3 days.
But then I found out she was a gold digger and my life is in ruins!
His wife was a ghoul-digger who was just after his mummy
Sepp was a successful business man, who had married a known "gold digger" -- After Sepp's death, his eldest made claim to the estate, but his evil step mother told the lawyers "well that claim is just per Sepp's son"
I'm okay with that though, I'm not a gold digger.
I was being my usual dad witty self today when my wife and I were talking about how much food we had grilled this weekend for meals for the week. I told my wife that she was just using me for my grill.
Without skipping a beat, my son said, "she's a grill digger."
So to clarify, a mole is a unit of measurement in chemistry. My chemistry class does this extra credit project every year where you make a diorama of a mole (animal), with some sort of pun. Examples: Mole-sama Bin Laden, Mole Digger, Deadmol3. Help me find a good idea?