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It's TOOLS. Always has been. With enough tools - you can do anything, build anything, be overpaid, set your own schedule, and be the most popular guy anywhere you live.
But never loan tools to anyone...
They become like body parts, and there are some things you can't live without, others will cripple you if you lose them. Tools wrote history, built civilizations, won and lost wars, save and lose critical situations, bring prosperity, or the lack thereof brought heartbreak many many times over.
Santa Claus is a SNAP ON dealer! That's why he has a red and white suit...
Last edited by Greywolf; Dec 17, 2003 at 01:47 AM.
They are NAVISTAR PISTONS - every single one of them!
It's just that most people don't personally name every single part of their truck.
Santa's "SLED" is really an F-450 4X4 with a crew cab so all of his PIT CREW can travel with him (You know - the 'little people' that make everything happen...). It has NOS, PROPANE, Dual Small Spool Turbo's and a four inch chrome plated exhaust stack on each side of the cab. It's been chipped, lifted, and rides on air bags. Does the quarter in 10:45, dragging a Honda car with a length of towing chain (upside down).
And Santa has a collection of fuel cards from all over the world...
Last time I visited relatives in Pennsylvania I collected some coal from alongside the old railway tracks.
Nasty stuff - it had more sulphur in it than PEMEX. I think I completely ruined a smoker with it before I left Norfolk Virginia just seeing what it burnt like - it stunk that bad.
I should have kept on burning it. Even the crack heads would have moved out....
So no thank you - no coal for me this year if I can avoid it.
I may not be able to avoid it though - so I'm wondering what else I can do with the stuff. I suppose it would be rotten of me to put it (discreetly) into a bag of charcoal that belonged to someone I didn't like....
(Other Bower here)
I'm not telling...!
J/K that was him. He's a typical male.
Can't fault his logic though, I'd rather have the women in my truck than men. They won't tell me anything needs fixed when it doesn't, put dead animals in the back, or try to convince me that I really need bigger tires and a 20-foot antenna and a light-up hitch cover.
Plus the value of the truck increases with naked women in it. Put naked men in it, no one will ever touch it again. (scary)
PS I love my guns too.
LOL! I am assuming this isn't "Other Bower!" Or else we've got a problem on our hands! Or maybe not!
I love
Egg Nog latte
long hot baths
music music music
rib eye steaks
good wine
big trucks
art and more art
photoshop
my comfy bed
so many so little time