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You can also use trisodium phosphate (TSP) mixed with water to remove mold release agent from resin parts. It's a better degreaser/cleaner than most currently available products. A mixture of one tablespoon of household bleach (Clorox, for example) per one cup of water will also clean and degrease resin without any damage to the parts. TSP can be safely added to the bleach solution to increase its effectiveness. You also won't need to soak the parts for hours or days either. A 30-60 minute soak, followed by scrubbing with a nylon brush and a thorough rinsing with clean water,is all that is required.

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Maybe Don Rickles and Rodney Dangerfield could be coaxed out of retirement if the money was right.

I'm 57, pretty beat up and look a hell of a lot better than that.

He's either too busy schmoozing with that bloated has-been, Alec Baldwin; or, he's attempting to break the sound barrier on I-95 heading toward Greenwich to bother.

Look at it this way, Ron. Less stuff to move and possibly break while cleaning.

He used to be funny. Now, he's just funny looking.

Sure do. That line was parodied countless times on SNL.

We all know Kojak's not a real cop, right? And, we also know that Jim Rockford's not a real P.I. When we watched these shows, it never occurred to any of us to contact them to help us because we knew they were just characters in TV shows. Stupid has finally been legitimized. Read the disclaimer at the bottom of this METV ad:

You suddenly developed a short attention span and forgot what you started?

At least I'm not contributing to her salary. My (legal) income isn't taxable.

You forgot to mention using the possessive form of a noun as a plural, "troglodyte's" , "kit's" and other's.

I'm referring to degrees in English Lit, Fine Arts and such. Parents piss away upwards of 150 Grand for their kids to attend Ivy League schools and get sheepskins in these dead end fields. The number of openings for well paying positions in the literary world and at museums are exceeded in the number of degree holders in these fields by a ratio of 2000+:1. What ends up happening is that these momos work as latte foam sculptors in some coffee shop, restock books at Barnes & Noble, selling clay ashtrays at the weekly Saturday Arts & Craft Market or fold skinny jeans at The Gap or Urban Outfitters. Degrees in technical field requires taking and attending real courses that require serious studying. That would interfere with their extracurricular activities.

Sell it on ebay for $378.39. Somebody'll take the bait.

Want to know how not to commit a crime? Watch Perry Mason, The Lineup. Felony Squad, M Squad, Racket Squad, The F.B.I., Dragnet and Columbo. You can toss in Highway Patrol and Peter Gunn for the cars, though.

Really funny. Art imitates life. Around the BushPointBurg (that's Bushwick, Greenpoint and Williamsburg) neckbeardplex, hipster rush hour starts at 11:45 A.M. That's when they roll out of their apartments with their deliberately arranged pillow hair stylishly covered with a bed bug-infested ski cap, 40 foot long scarf wrapped around their No. 2 pencil sized necks (during the summer, no less) with a copy of a book written by some obscure 15th Century French poet (they don't read it. It's only a prop) strategically placed in their jacket pocket so as to impress onlookers, heading to the newest artisanal organic hummus palace where they will first check through all of their social media accounts to see how many times they were mentioned. While nursing a $9.00 cup doublehalflatfrappespressochino (made from fair trade, cruelty-free coffee beans imported from somewhere in Tanzania and shipped by three masted schooner to Billbug, each bean individually delivered by a lice-infested bearded Mast Bros.clone dressed like Sikesey, the lovable, homicidal 19th Century newsboy riding his penny farthing ), they will blog about their experience buying loosies (loose cigarettes) at the corner bodega.They'll do this until 4 P.M. That is when the the local trendy lounges open and they could start buying $10 bottles of some pisswater handcrafted microbrew even more obscure than that poetry book in their pocket. This is a regular 7 day a week routine. They're not encumbered by annoyances like this "work" thing, of which they are dimly aware through rumors. Yup, I'm critical of Millennials (not all) because I see this stuff every day. For all you know, some of them might be the kids of your friends. You might get a laugh from this:

Unfortunately, stupid has become the new normal. How does one slide through, at a minimum, 12 years of primary and secondary education, five or more in under and post-grad studies, obtain a useless degree and their heads still whistle every time they encounter a stiff breeze? In a negative way, that, in itself, is a monumental accomplishment.

There was an anthology series on TV in the early '50s called "Racket Squad" . Taken from actual case files, it dramatized the methods used by con men and bunco artists. At the end of each show, the host would give viewers advice on how to avoid becoming a victim.

When I was a kid, we played what was then called the "retard' game. We would ask questions which required common sense to answer. Some of the questions were: 1. Why was George Washington buried on a hill? 2. A plane carrying 100 people crashes and everybody died. Where did they bury the survivors? 3. Which weighs more, a ton of feathers or a ton of lead? I asked some Millennials these same questions. I wasn't surprised that they failed miserably. They can't even tell you who we fought in the Revolutionary War. Carpe diem, Roscoe.

This Barrett-Jackson listing says the color is Burgundy I think Tamiya TS-33 Hull Red is more of a match. Spray a gloss coat over it and it'll be a dead match

Never mind.

Awards are handed out to "second" winners and so on. Second is nothing more than being first in a long line of losers.

Loads of yuks for the thinking man. Excellent, witty and well scripted series.

Most definitely. Jay Ward was another animation genius, right there with Avery and Bob Clampett.