Did he ever get back so yous could figure out that last bit?
(yous: you(plural). dialect common in certain sections Philadelphia ) and occassionally borrowed by outsiders like myself.
No, we text every now and then to see how we are doing...
Did he ever get back so yous could figure out that last bit?
(yous: you(plural). dialect common in certain sections Philadelphia ) and occassionally borrowed by outsiders like myself.
Maybe 6 inches... Yes... 6 Inches ...Karl....
Nicely done! I trust you have tons of pictures and complete play-by-play for us rookies to learn from....
You can just swing by Ben Ricky's and give him hand.Yeah........about that. Sorry my friend I’m obviously not very trustworthy.
Will be wet all week......Hey Karl, I said WET!!!
Ready for a leak check?
Had a pretty nasty day in shop, dog ripped toe nail off so we did at home surgery and repaired. Wife gave doggie meds to Hemi who promptly gorked out in chair. I went under the dash to sort out foot pedals. Keep in mind I am not a small guy, picture a lifelong weight lifter at 6-2ish 250 pounds. Wearing welding hat but failed to spin it, spark down ear, then smelled smoke but figured it was dash junk on fire. Nope... it was me. Put myself out, shut off the music and walked away. Picture is remains of my favorite Canucks sweatshirt. Curled up with hound and adult beverage to watch football. Tomorrow will be a better day.
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You Blew ?????I took a nap, blew some snow off mine and two neighbor's driveways, and now have the dishes soaking in the sink so I can clean them....
We are but I am eying her (hounds) meds! Wife gave her a pain pill and she has been gorked for hours. Not sure what they taste like but one more drink and I will likely find out!!!I hope you and the pup are ok...
Yep, kinda comes with the turf!Ya, i been on fire before too.
Worst one, i wasnt on fire, but my buddy lit up my jacket. Worst thing was my oakleys were in the pocket and totally melted.
You Blew ?????
Yep, kinda comes with the turf!
Had I been able to find a small dwarf that knew yoga I would have sent him under the dash. Biscuit sized boys like me need not apply. There was just nowhere to go for the sparks! I am simply to old, to fat, and to stiff for that under the dash mess.
Ok, off to do the dishes and put some ribs in the oven....
Greetings Mopar brothers. Just recuperatin' here. Its ok. Sister is having oysters and whatever she wants at my workplace right now. She deserves a medal. Will at least walk outside tomorrow and start the Fury.