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Once again, it's time for the FNGT!

If you don't know how this works, click this link (fngt.gq). That link will take you to another site to give you some additional information and tell you about some of our off-site features. That's also the site where we will host the weekly guitar threads, should Poal go down.

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**Once again, it's time for the FNGT!** If you don't know how this works, [click this link](https://fngt.gq/index.php?page=intro). That link will take you to another site to give you some additional information and tell you about some of our off-site features. That's also the site where we will host the weekly guitar threads, should Poal go down. **NOTE:** That site is by invitation only. If you want an invite, and you're a regular participant, then just ask Crazy, or myself. If you do know what's going on, you probably don't need to click that link - but you may want to, to make sure you know of the other features, such as the archive or a separate forum that's invite only. Remember, we are guests here on Poal. Let's act like it. If you're interested in supporting Poal, then [you can donate](https://poal.co/donate).

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[–] • 0 pt

Oh, no... No, they all knew me by then.

I'd come to work in outlandish clothing, get shitfaced on the job, sing over the intercom, etc...

They were well aware of who I was by that point. It wasn't a store, we made shoes there. I made women's high heeled shoes. I was good at it, 'cause I can follow directions. So, I was kinda important. I was a 'utility' worker, that worked in whatever department needed me. I didn't work in stitching, 'cause that takes too long to train properly.

I'd come to work with various hair styles or colors. (I was a performing musician at the time, in a few bands 'cause I really needed the money.)

I'd work on some pretty dangerous equipment, like eat-your-hand dangerous. More than once, I went to work while tripping sack. Yeah...

So, suffice to say, they already knew I was retarded!

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LoL Well having you work there sure broke up the monotony of the day to day life in manufacturing

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I was well-liked and, dare I say, respected.

We're talking the 80s, a rather wild decade for me. Then again, the 70s, 90s, 00s, and even the 10s were fairly wild decades for me.

But, in the 80s I was much more flamboyant - and not in a gay way. I'd hair that went to the small of my back and I'd sometimes spike it, so I had like 18" spikes, sometimes of various colors.

I had more holes in my ears than most women. I had a ring in my nose, my eyebrows pierced, and absolutely wore makeup on stage.

Shit, I can apply makeup (probably) better than your girlfriend... Well, I'm out of practice today.

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I dont like my girlfriend to wear make up, so I am sure you can apply make up better than her.