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Get another kit. Nah, just kidding, man. I had the same problem painting an AMT '70 Super Bee. I also used Rustoleum primer and Gloss Black and wanted to repaint. I ended up using Liquid Plumber and scrubbed the stuff off with steel wool. Took a while; but, it finally came off.

There's no such thing as a non-conformist. In order to be accepted by your supposedly like-minded peers within your social circle, you have to follow certain standards in behavior which are specific to that particular group. In short, you are required to conform.

That's not mine. It's reference photo from a Japanese site. The P38 I had was purchased in Germany in 1982 in a department store in Wurzburg. I paid 15 bucks for it. The plastic on mine was a satin blue-black color. I sold it about a week later to our unit's XO, for $75 and his month's Class VI liquor and cigarette rations, which went toward the purchase of a used 1981 BMW 520i. The guy I was buying the car from wanted $2300 USD cash, 15 bottles of Jim Beam and 20 Cartons of Marlboros. The real "Art of the Deal".

ABS is also extremely impact resistant, which is why it is used in manufacturing replica weapons which function like their real life counterparts when firing specially designed blank ammo. What I meant when I wrote that they weren't intended to be painted after assembly was that the parts were molded in colors replicating the different materials and finishes found on the actual firearms they were modeled after. The P38 and M1911A1 I had looked like they had blued finishes. .

I blame it on the sledzie.

Editing a quoted comment/post has no effect on the original. It ain't hard to grasp the following: The auto-censor thresholds for this forum are set pretty low. You can't post whatever the hell "BLAH_BLAH_BLAH" was in its original form because it crossed that threshold setting. No human intervention was involved. EOS.

That's what I'm talkin' about!

My wife gets grossed out watching Junior and me chow down on Limberger sandwiches. Fmeep the Cat likes Limberger mixed in with his Meow Mix red snapper. Ball & Chain accuses us of animal cruelty, though. Fmeep ignores her, as only cats could. I told the counter guy at the gourmet supermarket downstairs to make me a Limberger and Nova Lox on an everything bagel with red onion. He thought I was nuts. I gave him half of the sandwich and told him to try it. He liked it. This guy makes custom ordered heroes for me. Piled high with multiple meats and all the trimmings. He's the Michelangelo of Sammiches. Once in a while, I'll make an Ed Norton hero. Black Forest ham, Genoa salami, roast beef, pepperoni, prosciutto, gabagool (that's capicola in Brooklynese guidotalian ), provolone separating each layer of meat, shredded lettuce, tomato, onion, cucumber, capers, hot peppers, oil and vinegar, basil, oregano, salt, ground black pepper and spicy brown mustard loaded on a big loaf of Italian bread. And some kosher garlic dills with cole slaw on the side. Gotta eat healthy, right?

Can't say that their fridges and ranges do. Black, white, stainless and black stainless.

Limberger on buttered black rye bread with sliced onions goes great with an ice cold Kautzen Pils

If it's anything like the 1:1 replicas formerly made by LS, it's probably made from ABS. They weren't intended to be painted after assembly.

Those are Micro-Mark's version. They've been known to sell knockoffs of other companies' products.

Back in the mid '70s, Miller Brewing Company was the original importer of Lowenbrau. By pure coincidence , there was a Miller distributor across the Newtown Creek in Long Island City. We used to "find" cases of Lowenbrau which we would take to our favorite grocery store and either exchange the cases for cold ones or sell them to the guy for six bucks/case. Unfortunately, our luck finally ran out. During one of our expeditions, We opened the sliding door at the rear of one of the delivery trucks in expectation of liberating some more suds. There wasn't any beer. There was, however, a very pissed off Doberman Pinscher attached with enough chain to go around both sides of the truck. From that time, we had to settle for the half gallons of Mountain Rhine we got out of the Gallo Brothers warehouse near our hangout in the park. Ah, the folly of yoots!

There used to be many local foundries in NYC that made sewer and manhole covers, the sewer gratings which were located on corner intersections, manhole covers for utility companies and coal chute covers which were found in front of older (100+ years) brownstones. They all went out of business because of cheaper stuff from places like India. The coal chute covers are historically interesting because they contain the names and addresses of the old foundries. My son and I like to see how many different companies we can find when we walk around and find coal chute covers. Believe it or not, these col chute covers can command big bucks at antique shops.

That's classy. Even has a water fountain.

My ex-girlfriend's bathroom. I tiled the master bathroom with Italian Rose and Negro Marquina granite after her family bought a new house in 1989.

This is a result of zombie urbanism. People's aesthetics are conditioned by what government and corporations wish to project as safe, non-threatening, friendly and, at the same time, bland. This is seen in everything from building design, the branding of neighborhoods and other locations to the products we buy, including cars. It's a subliminal way of socially engineering people to conform without being overt about it. Take a look around wherever you happen to live. It's there; you just don't notice it. Look it up if you don't believe it.

I was thinking about Shelly Silver while reading Andy's comment, Mark.

State and local laws here (NYS) prohibit cops from accepting any kind of gifts, gratuities or any discounts from individuals, businesses or organizations. It ain't like the old days when a cop on the beat could get a free meal at the local greasy spoon, get break at the neighborhood furniture store or get a couple of bucks from the owner of the jewelry store in his patrol area for "keeping an eye on things". All that is considered soft graft, which could lead to shaking down or robbing local shylocks, bookies, drug dealers and such under the guise of undocumented and unauthorized search and seizure raids. Look up Michael Dowd, the dirtiest cop in New York, the "Dirty 30", the "Buddy Boys" of the 77th Pct. There's also an excellent, and disturbing, film called "The Seven Five" which documents police corruption in NYC during the 1980s and early 1990s. I have family who are MOS and it pains me to see these dirty cops who tarnish the reputation of the greatest police department in the world.

Ask Buggsy, the granddaddy of what Vegas was to become, about what happens when you skim off the top.

Can't do that here in NYC. The Knapp and Mollen Commissions made sure that not even "grass-eaters" (small graft) would be tolerated. Small "gratuities", like free meals, can lead to some cops turning into "meat-eaters" (big graft). One dirty cop is all it takes to make the whole force look bad.

To quote Leonard " Yumpin' Yimminy" Bergstrom, who was a former boss of mine: "I went to the doctor about my head. They made the scans and gave me good news. The didn't find anything inside."

Do they know where "Blue Jaw" Magoon is buried? Seems that the boys misplaced him somewhere in the desert. You know how that goes.

I remember the organized gangs of kids in Nurnberg, Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg and Munich. They'd distract a mark (usually a tourist or a dumb GI ) and the others would snatch his/her stuff before the mark knew what happened. Best place for scoring some loot is at restaurants with outdoor seating that have a table high barrier fence. Most tourists pile their bags on an empty seat or on the table. The little m***********s stroll by, grab whatever they can and disappear into the street crowd. Most people won't hop over that short barrier to tackle them. Don't want to dirty their duds, I guess.

If you constantly buy and stash large numbers of kits of any type, with no realistic expectation of building any of them within your lifetime, that's indicative of a compulsive personality. You're a hoarder. It could also describe women who buy and own so many shoes or handbags that they'll never wear/use most of them.