Been wondering where you've been - at first I assumed you must be in a hospital, as suffering through several surprise victories has to be hard on the ol' ticker. This is why I ignore most sports altogether, though I will make an exception for women's beach volleyball.Then I read through the other comments in your last post; had no idea things had become so dicey. Hard to understand, too, as if I recall correctly, a former employer offers free wi-fi and has fairly private quarters near the gas station....Hope you didn't install the ceiling fans - or at least, didn't balance them.
I didn't install the fans. But one of them almost uninstalled itself. It was so out-of-whack that I taped over the switch to (hopefully) keep anybody from turning it on. It got turned on anyway, and it broke the pot-metal bracket that attaches it to the ceiling. Ugh.
I'll take the moron lamp and the muppet-grade work gloves for the win.And tonight I go to my final regular season yankee game. If the yanks win and the Orioles lose the yankees win the AL east.
P.S. sorry about the house hunting situation. You can always move to NYC and beat up some hipsters!
I have about half of those tools, and I'm saving up for the rest.
Look for a Hazard Fraught gift card from me around Christmas time.
That's some COOL stuff! Want, want, want...
Look for a Hazard Fraught gift card from me around Christmas time.(Is there an echo?)
Ok, that's my belly laugh for the day. I used to love walking around the Harbor Freight store watching the 'shoppers' and chuckling. Good stuff!
My old boss bought a Chinese drill press there for $39 and it worked fine for many years. Maybe we got lucky. I remember the box said something like Chunwing Manufacturing Enterprise Group Company Corporation, Incorporated.
Dang! I don't think we have a Hazard Fraught outlet in Tucson... Maybe in Phoenix. Lemme check. I want one of them flashlights. I'll have to drive up there, 120 miles.
So can you also fill me in on the farmer et by his pigs? Is this common in Oregon? What sort of pigs are ya raisin up there?
Couple things to consider...It happened on the south Oregon coast, which is pretty much the "Deliverance" neighborhood of Oregon. Whole lotta tweekers and "People of Walmart" folks around there. Secondly, the Sheriff down there thinks that he may have been dead or near-dead and thrown in the pigpen to disguise some foul play. And lastly, those hogs were already 700 lbs. Seems to me when they get that big it's way past time to off 'em and start makin' bacon.
Whole lotta retired Californians down there, too. But they got nothin' compared to that guy up in Vancouver, who used to go hooker-hunting and fed them to his hogs. I think he was up to around 2 dozen before the cops caught on.But yeah, parts of the south coast are best given a berth, less'n ya like banjo.
The cordless hammer got me.
Kin ah git me one o' them thar moron lamps? It's fer a, uh, friend.
Come on San Fran! You going to let the Reds beat you?
The entire product line sounds perfect for southeast Louisiana. Except for the 30 minute power outage thing -- they're more like 5 days around here. And today we're under a boil water order. Never a dull moment . . .
Family-friendly phrasing heartily encouraged.