So what are the blades supposed to do? I would think if you were close enough to be hit by a blade you'd be toast anyways?
Slice-n-dice sheet metal. (and other stuff)So what are the blades supposed to do? I would think if you were close enough to be hit by a blade you'd be toast anyways?
OMG!!!! I need a SAW in my life!!!!So much fun!!!
Hard to believe Al Kaline has died.Today is Brooks Robinson's birthday.
Lol, they are rare now that I have taken a break from Facebook, and am retired....but I do have my moments!Alternating between total apathy and “I’m about to throat punch somebody”. Anyone else ever have days like that?
Didn't Drysdale used to yell at the batter if he was going to kick the batter's box and dig in to "dig it deep enough to bury yourself, cuz I'm aiming at your head!"One of life's great disappointments was seeing Brooks and his Orioles clobber Drysdale and Koufax's Dodgers in the 66 World Series.
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Best regards my friend. Glad I found this thread! My abode is humble because of MY health, and I hate it.Well, the S&W 642 is on hold for a bit. I have been wanting to replace the vinyl siding on my gable ends with Hardie Plank for a while. With business being slow right now, they made me an offer that was hard to say no too. Work starts in 4-6 weeks (I got the boards that have the baked on paint finish), but with the 50% down I paid I locked in the price. I’m pretty excited about it. Due to wife’s health, medical bills, etc, some things have been neglected for a while. It is going to be nice to start being proud of my humble abode again.
I. Just. Wet. Myself.!!!This is the most awesome thing I have ever seen ...
That is one huge Grinner; he easily has a chance against the Racko-Cav.
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Work starts on Monday. Hope you get better.Best regards my friend. Glad I found this thread! My abode is humble because of MY health, and I hate it.
But this too shall pass.
I. Just. Wet. Myself.!!!
First story happened to my buddy, the previous owner of the bike, around the late 80s. He walked out of the bar and saw someone sitting on his bike, hunched over the handlebars. My friend is a pretty big, and tough, guy. He walked up and gave a shove on the shoulders that would send most men flying. Not this time- the guy was a rock. The guy woke up, stood up, dismounted, and started advancing. My buddy is not one to get nervous, but he knew this was going to be a problem. He recognized him right off. A cop had just pulled in a second ago. He comes up to the two and says “Kerry, you’re stoned. Get your butt (another word, actually) home now”. So, he came about a hair’s breadth from having to fight Kerry von Erich.
I'm going to share the bottom one to Fakebook someday, lol!Dave, I agree: possums are hysterically funny, in many ways.
It's like an animal that takes itself seriously and no one else does ...
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I'm going to share the bottom one to Fakebook someday, lol!
I only ate possum once and coon once.
Honestly couldn't tell a lot of difference; they both had so much BBQ sauce!
Lol, the other white meat!I couldn't find the video of that song that I really wanted ...
It was a girl from West Virginia that introduced me to that tune, I'll never forget. She knew a little bit about it! (No insensitive jokes about missing teeth or shoes, please. She had everything, and more.)
Profound lyrics. "If I could only run him over, everything would be all right."
True today. "Hoover Hog" is what they called them during the depression.
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Those WV girls had great legs from running those ridges.I couldn't find the video of that song that I really wanted ...
It was a girl from West Virginia that introduced me to that tune, I'll never forget. She knew a little bit about it! (No insensitive jokes about missing teeth or shoes, please. She had everything, and more.)
Profound lyrics. "If I could only run him over, everything would be all right."
True today. "Hoover Hog" is what they called them during the depression.
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