Lol, Ibrahim is the super, not the landlord. Ibrahim is my friend. I fixed his computers for a little $
Use It's Lowest Heat Setting, And If The Clothes Still Seem To Be Too Hot, Open The Door For A Few Minutes Then Start Again... Cheers Glen.
I've learned to hang all my clothes out dripping wet and it seems to stretch them a little bit or not shrink them. My mom told me that one day and it's always worked.
Ibrahim is just the super for this building. He's not the landlord. The landlord is some Jewish guy I'll never meet, that's who I pay my rent to.
I know all about paying Jewish people I'll never meet. Hell I didn't get to meet all the ones 70+yrs ago and I'm still payin' for them.
Ooooh snap! Dats anti-Semitic, yo! It's a similar situation in the US, except we're paying for the nigs.
I know. Meh. My grandparents tried to fight a war to stop all that =p When I was a little girl in Sth Germany trying to go to school, a Jewish teacher was teaching us about our culture and history. The somebody asked about "what about our forfathers who died in war?" and the Jewish teacher told us "they aren't apart of German history". My father took me out of school that day, I never went to public school, instead I traveled across Europe with him having a pretty damn fun childhood. I did have to go to high school though when we landed in Australia. The teachers were very different there, their only teachings were what Australians did in the war.
No, no. Very similar to when the Aus government apologised to the Aboriginal on behalf of the nation. At that time I was apart of the nation and I didn't know what I was saying sorry for, I didn't do anything to the aboriginal, my family didn't do a thing at all..