BeakDoc

Thought I’d puff some new life into this thread for three reasons: It’s a really cool thread. It’s Saturday. And, after 2+ years of busting my hump I finally have a “bench” setup again! Cliff’s Notes version of the story goes as follows. Father in law passed away in ‘10. Mother in law moves in with us in the suburbs. We rent their little place out. Mother in law passes in ‘14. Wife and I begin dreaming about and discussing moving into said little place and making it our forever home. FFWD to ‘20…. Covid hits. Atlanta restaurant biz comes to a screeching halt. With my new found free time I begin major overhauls on our suburban home. February ‘21 our renter announces that she will be moving out in June. In earnest, I begin the finishing touches on the suburban home in preparation for listing. By May the bench, stash, et al is boxed up and by June has been moved to our little slice of heaven in the N Georgia mountains for safe keeping, out of sight of perspective home buyers. July ‘21 buyers close on the suburban home and we move in, lock, stock and barrel fully aware that we downsized a bit too far. Now that the renovation (675 freshly added square feet) is 90% complete, and the chickens have a lovely hand built coop and run, and the garden shed is built, and the wood shed is built (and stacked w/ 2 cords of hand split hardwood), and the greenhouse is under way, and the vegetable garden is planted…… I figured, why not set up my workbench. Who knows? I may even get a project on there before Christmas.

LOL I knew as soon as I hit “Submit Reply” that someone was gonna mention Kia.

Soul

Will Wally will Will the well, Will wondered while Wally wallowed unwell.

I’d love to see the wheels/tires and custom bumpers from the Bronco end up in a parts pack some day.

Lifetime achievement awards given posthumously are, to say the least, paradoxical.

Campaigns to add “gullible” to the dictionary will spread like wildfire.

Up yonder would be any point north of where one happens to be located.

Bricks a thick, least ways according to Jethro Tull.

Man, which man-witch ate my Manwich?

Man oh man, that’s gorgeous. Your attention to detail really shines.

Well played, Round2. Well played.

Oftentimes I wonder, ‘why isn’t the definition of “vague” more ambiguous?’

“What we’ve got here is….failure to communicate.”

Pee comes right after elemenoh.

Me and Bobby Mcgee, as released by Janis Joplin was the second song to reach number one that was released posthumously.

We sure have missed you around here, Carl. I sure hate to hear about the broken arm, but I’m glad it isn’t something worse. Take care of that bum wing, buddy. Hoping for a speedy recovery and that you’re back on the pitcher’s mound soon!

Crowd control and tear gas are a match made in heaven.

Ticks become pings become knocks becomes calling Triple A.

Time to pick one and stick with it and I really do not care whether it’s daylight savings or standard even though I lean towards the prior.

Necessity, it’s said, is the mother of invention.

Sentence diagramming was the entirety of my seventh grade English class taught by the much beloved German immigrant, Mr. Umholtz.

Since you put the motor into a Dodge, I think it technically became a Six Pack. Mother Mopar will let you bend the rules a bit. Besides, no one will ever see the VIN on the block ? Great looking Dart, btw!

Opera glasses are just bedazzled binoculars.