Exactly that's 50 grit sandpaper pro wet and dry probably went to a budget shop to get it

Growing up on the east coast my Mom would hang out the clothes to dry. The bath towels felt like 800 grit sandpaper.

In what world is sandpaper to a hole good…

That piece has wide edges so it looks to me like a piece of sandpaper not part of the pool the pool itself at the moment is covered in dead algae which they are getting rid of x.com/i/grok/share/e52965bcf… I've seen some that possibly is but this is definitely not the coating

They'd likely die from shock before their bodies even touched the acid. I'd lock them in an empty room where the floor is a giant roll of sandpaper which is constantly rolling. It's less gruesome but I think the long term horror is more acute.

Language is like a low grit sandpaper it's so coarse.

Oh, If I were a cat. We would sit together on our fence and run away from dogs and there would be no pretense. We would share a bowl of Meow Mix and poop it on the lawn and I'd give you sandpaper licks. Yes, if I were a cat. We'd share a lovely evening together watch a movie, maybe Look Who's Talking 2, and catch some birds (I'd get the feathers). Then we'd dance for a while both slow and fast and you'd laugh at my impressions of Kermit and Gomer Pyle. Please, let me be a cat. When your owner throws you from two stories high, I would only laugh a little I'm just that type of guy. And when your seventh life is through I'd be there by your side then I'd chase the dog that killed you. Oh dear, If I were a cat

finger fuck from him prolly feels like a 40 grit sandpaper rubbing inside your walls idk slap some petroleum oil in that shit idk

It's all about the sandpaper, trust me here. 😉

IF YOU SEE THIS FUCKING VOTE imma make a would you rather Would you rather wipe your ass with sandpaper or poison ivy

Never let a person who has done nothing with their own life tell you what to do with yours.” He was sitting on the low brick wall by our driveway, smoothing down a piece of timber with sandpaper while our neighbor man who had spent forty years complaining about the council while his own garden went to seed gave a lengthy, unprompted lecture to the postman. My father didn’t look up. He just waited until the neighbor walked back inside, blew the fine white dust off the wood, and dropped that single line into the afternoon heat. I was nineteen at the time, completely paralyzed by the prospect of dropping out of university to launch a business my family called a pipe dream. I lay awake listening to uncles who had never owned a business and friends who had never left our hometown, all offering a masterclass on how I was about to ruin my future. It took me another ten years to realize that the people who are loudest about your choices are almost always the ones who are most terrified of their own. They stand on the sidelines, wrapping their envy in the language of "concern" and disguising their lack of courage as "realistic advice." They hope that if they can convince you to stay small, they won't have to feel so uncomfortable about having never grown themselves. But you cannot build a life on the blueprints of people who never had the courage to dig their own foundations. The next time someone tells you your plan is too dangerous, look past their words and look at what they’ve actually created. If their own hands are empty, thank them for their time, and keep digging.

I understand that, but we're gradually sliding from a culture of people who self-regulate to a culture of people who have to be forced to act as if we respect each other, and it grates on me, like 12-16 grit sandpaper.

do you wipe with sandpaper?

Hm ^ Sandpaper

Nah, they were quite fun to watch. I'd rather sandpaper my eyeballs than watch this cardboard cut-out of a man.

Thanks To Elgar,Markram And Abd Who Tortured The Cheater Aussies So They Could Pull Out A Sandpaper Imagine Claiming Yourself As Best Red Ball Batter Of Your Era And That Kid Says You But You Are Cheater Caught With Yellow Sandpaper😵‍💫