Ace-Garageguy

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...

Oh my. My mother always fretted about the intellectual and psychological and physiological effects of gloo and paint. Apparently she was on to something...and it may explain why the girls run screaming whenever I smile at them these days.

Yup...I've encountered that too, and sent one argumentative yoo-toob-certified know-it-all on down the road.

Yup, I've been there and seen that. The two main problems with that as I see it is that YT may show them how to do the one job (I won't deny that I've found valuable tricks on YT), but it almost never imparts baseline knowledge or theory as to WHY and HOW the one-time fix works...and the info is often just flat wrong anyway, so you get guys buggering things just like the YT hacker said to, and now you have an even worse mess to clean up. Another real sad note is that almost nobody coming in to apply for entry-level "technician" jobs even has sufficient reading-comprehension skill to go to a printed manual (we have an extensive print library at the old-car shop) to look up a repair procedure or specification...and they have to be HS grads to apply.

Or "hysteria", in the same time zone as "panic" and "irrational fear".

It depends on what state you live in...

Speaking of junk mail...I wish the funeral home people would quit sending me reminders that it's time to go soon. Don't rush me, fellas. I'll go when I'm da---d well ready, and I sure as h--- won't be patronizing anyone who sent me junk mail. Then again...maybe they know something I don't...

I prefer to look at it as free heating fuel. There's no shortage of ways to chop and compress junk mail and other waste products into fire-logs. Just sayin...

OMG !!! OMG !!! OMG !!! I'm going out the door right now, going to set my hair on fire and run in circles screaming from fear !!!

There could certainly be more rationality in the world, along with logic, common-sense, common-knowledge, and a grasp of how cause-and-effect works.