#rulenumberone

[kairiina]

Just wondering.... does anyone else's workplace have 3 straightforward full A4 sheets of armylike-rules on their wall? Not that had flashbacks from 15 years ago I was there when reading those yesterday.

[3345rpmz]

• Vinyl is the Answer • ⋅ Rule #1 ⋅ @33.45rpmz #vinylistheanswer #rulenumberone #rule #vinyl #vinylrecords #records #music #sound #vintage #retro #culture #highfidelity #gramophone #cratediggers #turntable #recordaddict #vinyllover #turntablism #hifi #phonograph #vinylgram #vinylcollection #vinylcommunity #vinylcollector #ilovevinyl #vinyljunkies #3345rpm #3345rpmz https://www.instagram.com/p/CSu_fxgtKty/?utm_medium=tumblr

[myluxlocator]

#rulenumberone this is where a lot of us lack 😩 (at My Lux Locator) https://www.instagram.com/p/CACeGyUJD34/?igshid=jpniyi6jnnac

[artyvelarde]

#rules #rulenumber1 #rulenumberone #standtall #standstraight #keepyourheaduphigh #standproud https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu_mCdrABIa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lsyo7r1a5hox

[phattazz2-blog]

🗣Approach more used car lots! 🗣Approach more used car salespeople! We’ve signed up maybe 3 today as affiliates! It’s a no-brainer for them because: 🚗 People call them all day with bad credit. 🚗 They almost all pay websites to send them leads when people click on cars they post. They can now have TWO uses for that lead. 🚗 Most used-car salesman only make $150 per car. Our $100 commission is quite relevant. 🚗 An avg lot is getting 30 leads a day during slow (after taxes) season. 10% of that is $300. 🚗 They finally have a use for all those older leads they had to pay for who still ended up choosing a car from a diff lot. 🚗 They can scare the 💩 out the customer by explaining how their current car payments work. I found the below meme by googling “bad credit vs good credit car note” 🚗 If the boss seems like a hater the salesperson can even wait & call back the people who called for cars that day on the way home. Said salesperson can also bribe his coworkers $5 per lead to write down names & numbers etc 🚗 I could keep going but y’all get my point. You can make excuses. Or you can make money. But you won’t do both. “Do Something This Week Your Future Self Will Thank You For!” #TalkYourSelfIntoSomeMoney #SecureTheBag #WorkSmarter #WorkHarderToo #Both #RuleNumberOne #GetTheMoneyFirst #RuleNumberTwo #DontForgetToGetTheMoney (at Oakbrook Terrace, Illinois)

[psycoantisocial]

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂//𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

summary: this is a short story I wrote quite a while ago I recently realized its existence and wanted to share it with you lovely people of Tumblr warning:very gay

Oliver nervously buttoned up his white dress shirt, pulled up his suspenders, and slid into his jacket. Suddenly the doorbell rang, it was Snake. He had bright blue hair, a muscular form, and was a head taller than Olie. “Good Evening babe, you’re looking sharp tonight’’ Snake said as he pushed past Oliver and sat down. Olie said nothing, closed the door and took a seat next to the other man.

“A little nervous for tonight’s kill are we?” Oliver  nodded hoping he wouldn't bring it up again but he did.

“Look sweetheart” he said turning toward Olie “It's ok, I know you are new and this is your first time” (wow everything I write has smutty undertones wtf) “I’m experienced we won't get caught and if we do boss is loaded and will get us out” Snake said soothingly. This calmed Oliver’s nerves and he began to speak, “ok I trust you and have been through training myself, however i'm just a bit nervous.” The pair conversed for awhile going over their plan before heading towards the party their target was at. Oliver was already nervous as hell but when they approached the house he was informed the car would be searched. He was freaking out big time, babbling nervously at snake and sweating buckets. Snake tried to reassure him that they would pass inspection because the weapons were in a secret box in the floor but to no avail. Then the vehicle was stopped by armed guards with large dogs and the men were ordered to get out of the car. The guards first patted the men down and let the dogs circle them a few times. When they found nothing they moved on to searching the car. Olie’s breath became labored as the guards rummaged through their belongings. Snake slowly brought a hand up to rest on Oliver’s back trying desperately to calm him down so the guards didn't become suspicious. Finally they were satisfied with their search and let the men drive up to the house.  “See that wasn't so bad” snake said cheerfully. “Oh no it was terrifying” Snake chuckled “ it gets easier with time and experience, dear” (seriously again with the smut undertones what am I doing wrong) They pulled up to the mansion, concealed their weapons on themselves, and walked up the the doors. The were huge brass double doors held open by two women who greeted them when the entered. Snake headed straight to the bar and ushered Oliver the same way. “ I’ll have a scotch and the same for this fellow” he said to the bartender gesturing towards his partner. They got their drinks and made their way into the crowd. “Drink up dear it will help with your nerves” he said sweetly as he shook hand with a friend. The place was full wealthy people, black market salesmen, and fellow murderers, It was just one huge house of illegal activity and wanted criminals. They walked up to to their target, Hugo. Hugo was told the trio would be working together to steal an expensive painting from the house. There was no painting it was all a ruse to get Hugo killed by request of his ex partner. “Hey, Hugo how are you doing tonight” Oliver said shaking his hand. Snake gave Olie an an approving look for finally speaking up and shook Hugo’s hand as well. The three followed a really dumb waiter that let them go with him to get the bathroom key. They darted up the grand stairs when the guy looked away. Once up the stairs they went down a few hallways and went into one of the many bedrooms in the house. Hugo walked in first frantically looking for the nonexistent painting. Once they were all inside Olie locked the door with an audible click sound . “Hey man what are you doing” hugo said worriedly looking at Oliver. “I'm sorry but it's over for you” Snake hissed (see what I did there) as he pushed him into the wardrobe knocking him out. “You wanna do the honors dear” Snake gestured toward the knife in his hand. “You know, I’ve never done this whole murdering thing before.” Olie yelled. “...” “Is there like…a specific way? I mean-” “Rule number one, shut up.”

a note to the reader

This was from a tumblr prompt Yes I intended for Snake to flirt with Oliver The end Don't die

[darthguerrilla]

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@sleighbells - #RuleNumberOne from #JessicaRabbit #brooklynsteel #twitfromthepit (at Brooklyn Steel)

[little-ugly-truth]

never forget the way he left and never let him return.