Timmah!

The loan was designed to be forgiven. For a Sole Proprietorship, the calculation for the loan is Gross Yearly Revenue divided by 12, multiplied by 2.5. Guess what's the formula in the Forgiveness Application? GR/12 X 2.5. https://www.sba.gov/sites/default/files/2021-02/PPP -- Forgiveness Application and Instructions -- 3508S (1.19.2021)-508.pdf "Owner Compensation: Any amounts the Borrower paid to owners (owner-employees (with an ownership stake of 5% or more), a self-employed individual, or general partners). For each individual owner in total across all businesses, this amount is capped at (a) $20,833 (the 2.5-month equivalent of $100,000 per year), or (b) the 2.5-month equivalent of the individual’s applicable compensation in the year that was used to calculate the loan amount (2019 or 2020), whichever is lower.

Also, I capitalize the 'C' in Canada, please reciprocate.

This particular bank is named after the city in which it was founded. But I don't care what they call the bank when they're helping me get free m0ney!! =D Seriously though, it's named after its founding location in Cecilia, Ky. Great institution with a still small-town familiar feel when you enter through its doors. https://www.thececilianbank.com/about/

https://youtu.be/idx3GSL2KWs?t=85

Yeah, you know me! Get 'em while they're h0t!

Yeah well, Gates isn't gonna invent it; he buys his operating systems.

So you & @Sourtap dating in the same circles? https://youtu.be/NLI_Q24RM_Q

Well in that case: *...licenses...

Insight, too.

***others'

Actually, it stands for ArmaLite Rifle.

This is too funny:

You ever freeze some in portions to eat by itself or add to chili, burritos or whatever. You can throw some good shit together pretty quickly if you have your protein ready, as it's the one food group that takes the longest to prepare of the 4. Looks great & what comes to my mind when I see those pics.

Always thought nurse Ratched was kinda h0t. Like the girl next d00r's evil doppleganger.

Good chance; U.S. government actually spent milli0ns to study the flow rate of different commercial ketchups.

Reminds me of some pr0n I watched years ago where they guy steps on the porch in the morning & all the animals in the yard scatter; because if it's a f00t long, the only action you're getting is barnyard. Or was it a joke.

We could start a Gofundme to send them to India so they can test the validity of their assertions at a nice E.R.

I'm talking about the Postmaster, the person that runs the post office; they're full-time. And yes, even though you missed the context, the snide fucktard behind the counter is full time also, he's been there for several years.

I'm not mad at you in the game or here. Talking shit is a fun thing for me to do. If you were on TS while I'm talking shit, you'd actually REALLY like it! These other people I honestly can't name, because I didn't pay attention to the names popping-up as it does. As for myself, I willingly venture into enemy territory to catch some hidin' li'l bitches unawares & get me a nice package; with that comes the risk of losing it. Sometimes I almost feel badly talking trash to you because I'm worried you might stroke out. Also, it's really buggin' me trying to figure out what tv-show character Yaccster sounds like; might be a cartoon; someone help me out here. Stay thirsty, my friends.

All I can add is when one person mentioned it yesterday, no less than 4 other people commented that they had the same experience of you leaving just as they were stealing your package. Quite a coincidence of timing, if not purposefully.

The p0int to more so consider would be how it unfairly impacts the player (& their team) who might have stolen it; changing a zer0-Sum to a Non-Zero-Sum game. Good to know it's cool when I start doing this, as there's more than a few packages liberated from me during a gaming session.

The attitude I'm sensing when I visit the local post office is one of misanthropic fuck you; You can calmly begin to explain an issue, prefacing it with complete equanimity, & you can immediately see- even before you have yet to finish your first statement- a comportment of increasingly resentful agitation which quickly leads to them interrupting you in a defensive tone. So I stand there silently until they make eye contact & then ask if it's ok for me to finish saying what I had begun before they interrupted me. Ended up being my asking to speak with the post master/manger. 'They're not here right now.' When are they gonna be back? 'Don't know, they come & go; we don't keep track of them.' I didn't ask you to keep track of them, do they not have a set schedule of hours during which they're here? 'Yeah, but they come & go, & we don't know when they will return.' Can you contact them? 'No.' So, someone's scheduled to be here, but they're not here, nobody knows where they went, when they're gonna return & nobody has a way to contact them; but they're supposed to be running this place? Then some dude in his early 60s rounds the corner & asks why the packages aren't being left in the package locker newly-bolted to the lobby floor? Well, if I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't be here, would I? I think some of these passive-aggressive c0cksuckers are just waaay too complacent with their what I consider relatively cake job. I've stacked bourbon barrels at a Jim Beam facility, done landscaping, to include climbing trees, laying sod, clearing brush. I've done roofing on sweltering summer days where the prospect of falling off the roof & going to an air-conditioned ER didn't seem like an entirely bad idea at that moment. I've worked in nursing & have had every bodily fluid a human can produce splashed upon my corporeal being. I've wiped asses, cleaned trach tubes, given showers, sponge baths (the answer's 'no', Rob), been cursed & struck by demented patients, worked at a White Castle flipping endless burgers, worked at a pizza joint slapping-out an endless procession of pies & worked a stacked oven in a cramped hot-ass kitchen in the middle of summer; enclosed & climbed 3-story distillation towers to remove asbestos on frigid winter days & these fools have a fuck you attitude doing an easy job that pays & has benefits. Some of these motherfuckers need a good country ass whoopin', need to get tuned-up.

I live in an apartment building.. It's all indoors, including the hallways. A few of our residents like delivering the packages to our doors because they're nice people & it gives some of them something to do. When the building manager decided that the package delivery companies needed to deliver the packages to the residents' doors themselves, the USPS carrier refused & would leave them in the mailroom & mark them as delivered. Mail 'delivered' on a Saturday would sit in the mailroom until Monday, when the manager returned. A solution was reached by a package locker being bolted to the floor by the mailboxes in the lobby. So what happens the very next Saturday? Fuckbag leaves them in the mailroom anyway, marking them delivered. I went down to the post office & complained, stating that I don't live in the fucking mail room & it'd be really great if the carrier would do their job & deliver them to the recipients' doors, where they live. They started dissembling, throwing out bullshit excuses of how they don't have time to do that. I reiterated that it's their fucking job; they get paid for it, the hallways are all inside a climate-contolled building, that if they were all separate houses on a street, they would have to drive to each, get out of their mail cart & walk it to the front door, taking much longer than how they are currently all conveniently housed in one building. Time to talk to the postmaster again, so these shitbags do the job for which they're paid.