Can You Lay A Fridge On Its Side

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  • (On It) "On It" is a single by the New York electro-punk band Mindless Self Indulgence, released in the U.S. on July 8, 2008. The single reached number 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 Singles Sales chart.
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  • (On It) Means "I am about to start the task you just told me to do, boss" or "I'm already doing it".
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  • Fridge is a 2006 television and print advertising campaign launched by Diageo to promote canned Guinness-brand stout in the United Kingdom. The campaign was handled by advertising agency Abbott Mead Vickers BBDO. The television piece was directed by J J Keith, and shot in the Czech Republic.
  • A refrigerator is a cooling apparatus. The common household appliance (often called a "fridge" for short) comprises a thermally insulated compartment and a heat pump—chemical or mechanical means—to transfer heat from it to the external environment (i.e.
  • A refrigerator
  • take sides for or against; "Who are you widing with?"; "I"m siding against the current candidate"
  • Provide with a side or sides; form the side of
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  • Support or oppose in a conflict, dispute, or debate
  • Put down and set in position for use
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  • Prevent (something) from rising off the ground
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can you lay a fridge on its side - Side Post
Side Post Battery Master Disconnect Switch
Side Post Battery Master Disconnect Switch
Our patented Side Post Battery Disconnect switch is designed to be used with General Motors style batteries with the connections on the side. A simple twist of a knob provides a convenient way to quickly disconnect and reconnect power from an automotive battery. This switch provides a clean, solid, low profile connection to GM side post batteries. The switch makes it simple to disconnect your battery to work on your vehicle or the knob can be removed to prevent theft. It also works great to eliminate battery drain if you're storing a vehicle for an extended period of time. Tested to exceed a continuous 200 amp load. This switch can be used as an in-line device on the negative side of the battery to break the ground connection. This works well on motorcycles and vehicles that do not use conventional car batteries. Easy to Install Instructions: 1. Disconnect ground (-) cable from battery and attach it to mounting flange side of the threaded hole on the switch. 2. Using the supplied bolt, attach switch to (-) battery post. The mounting flange on the thru-hole must contact the battery post. 3. Turn black knob fully clockwise to connect battery power. To disconnect power, turn knob 1/4 turn counter clockwise. Knob can be removed for anti-theft. 4. Keep connections clean and tight to assure optimum performance. For batteries with two connection posts on the top, our Top Post Switch is the best selection.

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The family's all here (Part II)
The family's all here (Part II)
*continued* Char Sharktooth: i played the new batman game demo today, im so fucking buying that shit)) Kitam Nightfire: rofl )) Kitam Nightfire: I want that game too but I promised myself I wouldnt play another super hero game until super man grew a pair XD )) Kimani Silvercloud thinks for a second then begins her question still thinking as she goes "who do you like?" she was gonna be nice and ask who he liked the most.. but that'd be no fun Lily Lowtide: Ohh me! PICK ME! *waves her arms around* )) Lily Lowtide: Kidding.. )) Kimani Silvercloud: lmao)) Kit closed his eyes and slammed the back of his head into the stone, damn still awake, sighing he'd move up a hand to tap his chin thinking, dammit he hated hos honesty policey, "Well...." he finally decided to just say one person, pointing over to unconciouse Jaz he'd smile softly, "Jaz there" Lily Lowtide chokes and holds back a laugh. Why did she find that funny? Who knows. Kitam Nightfire punts Lily so hard his foot goes up her ass o.o;;;; )) Lily Lowtide: But whyyyeee?! I luff yew! D: )) Kimani Silvercloud smiles then rolls the bottle to him and hops up looking over at char offering him a second blanket "can I sit with you?" she asks Kitam Nightfire hugs )) Lily Lowtide: YES I LOVE THIS SONG! )) Lily Lowtide screams and dances. )) Kimani Silvercloud: hahah)) Tobias Reyes scoffs softly at Kit's answer, his gaze moving toward the unconscious Jaz as he takes another drag off his durry. "You and no-tails?" He asks plainly. "You -do- know he's missing his tail, right?" He asks, snickering softly. Lily Lowtide: Don't mind me.. I really have to dance. )) Char Sharktooth smiles up at her "ofcourse Lily Lowtide: AW NO!)) Lily Lowtide starts to dance... again Kit stops the bottle with his foot before tapping it with his toe so he could spin it without haveing to sit up, waiting for the glass to stop ringing he'd groan and sit up seeing the bottle land on Tobias he'd lay back again yawnign out, "I don't care.... Truth or Dare Toby" Kitam Nightfire: Im so lazy XD )) :: Amara Parmelee OOC :: Kimani, just click the chair to change poses. Kitam Nightfire is too lazy to even stare at Lily's ass )) Lily Lowtide: Would you lie with me and just forget the world? )) Kimani Silvercloud: ahh thanks)) Tobias Reyes pulls the durry from his lips, flicking it casually between his fingers, allowing the ash from the end to flutter to the floor. "Truth me mate." He says before returning the cancer-stick to his lips. Kimani Silvercloud: well this is the bes out of them)) Lily Lowtide rubs her butt all up on Kit. )) Kit cracked his back before letting another loud yawn pass through his lips, stupid vaccine makeing him sleepy, "Hmm.... Alright... If it'd save your life... Would you make out with Lily?" Kitam Nightfire sets Lily's ass on fire )) Kimani Silvercloud sits next to char wrapping him up in her exta blanket "you still cold?" she asks softly looking at her newest friend half listening to the game. she wasnt to wet anymore just the tip of her tail and hair left to dry Lily Lowtide continues to dance and turns her head to look at Toby for his answer, making kissy faces at him to be a butt. Amara choked on her sandwich, holding her throat as she coughs. "I wanna see this..." Kitam Nightfire: lol )) Tobias Reyes' gaze moves from Kit to Lily... then back to Kit again. "Well, first you'd have to -actually- save my life; then I'd have to think about it." He'd turn to look at Lily before continuing; frowning at the faces she continued to make at him. "No offense mate, but I think of you more as a sister than a steamy make-out session." Kimani Silvercloud: LILY JUST DANCE!!)) Kit snickered evily just kicking the bottle gently over to Toby without even sitting up, luckily the bottle didn't land in the fire, instead just continueing to roll until it hit Toby's feet :: Amara Parmelee OOC :: Nice save, Tobes Kitam Nightfire: el fucking oh fucking el XD )) Lily Lowtide makes a pouty face as she dances. "Aww man..." she says as she hangs her head for a second, then looks back up and smirks. "I wouldn't kiss you either, so it's cool." she says with a grin. "Love you Tobs!" she says as she does as the song says.. and just dances. Kitam Nightfire watches Lily's ass whistle as she dances )) Kitam Nightfire: rofl )) :: Amara Parmelee OOC :: ...he's spinning... (OOC)Tobias Reyes: Ha ! (OOC)Tobias Reyes: thought you'd all enjoy that. xP Kitam Nightfire throws the two kids at Tobias like bullets )) Char Sharktooth: nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu)) Lily Lowtide: XD )) Kitam Nightfire: I am the only person who carrys around a kid gun... its a giant revolver that you load children into XD )) Kitam Nightfire: lol )) Kitam Nightfire: the bigger they are the higehr caliber they are XD )) Kimani Silvercloud:
The Devil Wears Prada [Seytan Marka Giyer]
The Devil Wears Prada [Seytan Marka Giyer]
The mail was the usual, ninety-nine percent garbage that Miranda would never see. Everything that was just labeled “Editor in Chief” went directly to the people who edited the Letters pages, but many of the readers had gotten more savvy and now addressed their correspondence directly to Miranda. It took me about four seconds to skim one and see that it was a letter to the editor and not a charity ball invitation or a quick note from a long-lost friend, and those I just threw aside. Today there were tons. Breathless notes from teenage girls and housewives and even a few gay men (or, in all fairness, maybe straight and just very fashion-conscious): “Miranda Priestly, you’re not only the darling of the fashion world, you’re the Queen of my world!” one gushed. “I couldn’t agree more with your choice to run the article about red being the new black in the April issue—it was ballsy, but genius!” another exclaimed. A few letters ranted about a Gucci ad being too sexual since it depicted two women in stilettos and garters who lay together on a rumpled bed and pressed their bodies together, and a few more decried the sunken-eyed, starvation-wracked, heroine-chic models that Runway had used in its “Health First: How to Feel Better” article. One was a standard-issue post office postcard that was addressed in flowery script to Miranda Priestly on one side and read, quite simply, on the other: “Why? Why do you print such a boring, stupid magazine?” I laughed out loud and tucked that one in my bag for later—my collection of critical letters and postcards was growing, and soon there wasn’t going to be any fridge space left. Lily thought it was bad karma to bring home other people’s negative thoughts and hostility, and she shook her head when I insisted that any bad karma originally intended toward Miranda could only make me happy. The last letter of the massive pile before I’d begin tackling the two dozen invitations Miranda received each day was addressed in the loopy, girly writing of a teenager, complete with i’s dotted with hearts and smiley faces next to happy thoughts. I planned to only skim it, but it wouldn’t allow itself to be skimmed: it was too immediately sad and honest—it was bleeding and pleading and begging all over the page. The initial four-second period came and went and I was still reading. Dear Miranda, My name is Anita and I am seventeen years old and I am a senior at Barringer H.S. in Newark, NJ. I am so ashamed of my body even though everyone tells me I’m not fat. I want to look like the models you have in your magazine. Every month I wait for Runway to come in the mail even though my mama says it’s stupid to pay all my allowance for a fashion magazine. But she doesn’t understand that I have a dream, but you do, dontcha? It has been my dream since I was a little girl, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Why, you ask? My boobs are very flat and my behind is bigger than the ones your models have and this makes me very embarased. I ask myself if this is the way I wanna live my life and I answer NO!!! because I wanna change and I wanna look and feel better and so I’m asking for your help. I wanna make a positive change and look in the mirror and love my breasts and my behind because they look just like the ones in the best magazine on earth!!! Miranda, I know you’re a wonderful person and fashion editor and you could transform me into a new person, and trust me, I would be forever grateful. But if you can’t make me a new person, maybe you can get me a really, really, really nice dress for special occasions? I don’t ever have dates, but my mama says it’s OK for girls to go out alone so I will. I have one old dress but its not a designer dress or anything you would show in Runway. My favorite designers are Prada (#1), Versace (#2), John Paul Gotier (#3). I have many faves, but those are my first three I love. I do not own any of their clothes and I haven’t even seen them in a store (I’m not sure if anywhere in Newark sells these designers, but if you know of one, please tell me so I can go look at them and see what they look like up close), but I’ve seen there clothes in Runway and I have to say that I really, really love them. I’m gonna stop bothering you now, but I want you to know that even if you throw this letter in the garbage, I will still be a big fan of your magazine because I love the models and the clothes and everything, and of course I love you too. Sincerely, Anita Alvarez P.S. My phone number is 973-555-3948. You can write or call but please do so before the week of July 4 because I really need a nice dress before then. I LOVE YOU!! Thank you!!!!! The letter smelled like Jean Nate, that acrid-smelling toilet water– spray preferred by preteen girls the country over. But that wasn’t what was causing the tightness in my chest, the constriction in my throat. How many Anitas were there out there? Young girls with so little else in their lives that they measured their worth, their confid

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