Ace-Garageguy

Masses of easily confused people are pretty much the norm everywhere. Just forget it.

As an aside...yup. Scary what passes for "true" or a "definition" these days, eh? And how easily artificial "intelligence" can be manipulated?

Budge is an adult budget. ( EDIT: Googli's AI agrees: A "Budge" essentially refers to an adult budget, meaning a detailed plan for managing your personal finances as an adult, outlining your income and how you will allocate it across necessary expenses like housing, food, transportation, and discretionary spending like entertainment or dining out. )

Dangerous obsolete ideas like 1+1=2 and A is A must be stamped out.

You're either alive or dead. It's one or the other (unless you're Schrödinger's cat).

Band of gold on a ring finger means nothing if both parties to the agreement it symbolizes don't respect and honor it equally.

I don't get them all from the same place. The last several scores have been random finds I just happened to come across. When I find several in a group that are really inexpensive, I usually buy all the HO trains the vendor has, and they don't restock. But sometimes I have to buy the whole lot to get the pieces I want, because the vendor knows that the junk I don't want will never ever sell.

Wolf whistles attached to hot-rod manifolds were popular when I was a kid.

Here's a start...

Ahhh...so the rumors of flying Yugos are true.

Eating those battle-beavers we discussed earlier probably causes indigestion, especially if they're not fully cooked to kill parasites.

"Teethbrush" sounds as odd as some people's pronunciation of "fine-tooth comb" as "fine toothcomb".

Dentist-owned cars should never lose timing belt or gear teeth.

Boots...I don't need no stinkin' boots !!

Iron men iron the wrinkles out of their skin.

The smokin' deals just keep on coming. This time it's a random lot of 10 vintage HO scale car kits, built ups, and RTR cars, and a NOS solenoid (over-centering latch) switch machine. The kits include an old (1950s?) Walthers 60 foot wood and metal ATSF RPO, an equally ancient LaBelle Illinois Traction box trailer, a similarly aged Silver Streak 4-wheel "bobber" caboose (wood with a die-cast frame), and a very old (1939) Comet Texas and Pacific outside-braced 40 foot boxcar kit with embossed cardstock sides, which sold new for 39 cents. Naturally the embossed rib and door details on the real old-timer aren't very deep, and overall the car is kinda primitive, but the printing is very crisp, and I fully intend to build it with contemporary high-quality trucks and couplers, wire grabs, separate ladders and roof walk, brake hoses, underbody details, etc. just because I think it'll be cool to have such an old piece (86 years in 2025) in actual use. But the pick of the litter is the built-up (Ulrich kit) all-metal drop-bottom gondola, with sprung trucks and scale dummy couplers, lettered for Great Northern. These are quite rare and normally go for more than I paid for the whole mess. I'm happy.

Ironing your birthday suit can have unpleasant side effects.

Battle beavers can be formidable foes, chewing up their opponents into kindling.

Related a tragic story of injustice and heartbreak he did, had the audience in tears, then jumped up and shouted "April fools!!!"

And BB-guns and go-karts made from old lawnmowers and flying model airplanes with glowplug engines with finger-removing props and string-line race-cars with CO2 cartridges and sleds on long narrow hills with trees and rocks on both sides and flying Estes rockets and vinegar/baking soda rockets and electric trains and cherry bombs and chemistry sets and walking to elementary school alone... Apparently by contemporary "safety" standards, it's a wonder I'm still here and still have any appendages left at all...but there's a whole generation of us.

Misnomer and monomer sound like they might be sister and brother, but they're not even distant cousins.

There don't seem to be any lemming pie recipes on the interwebs.

"Fenders" and "bumpers" are often confused by non-car-people, and their vehicles often show it. (True story)

Like, man...I'm a moron, having gone off on a rant and not even realizing this was the "sentence" game thread.

Is there a postal saint? Might be time to say a few hail-whoevers. EDIT: Yup. St Gabriel. Whoda thunk...