JustBob
Well-known member
You people "aint" right and neither am I...
I have now been accused of having Rustlust and Chromeitus. One causes excitement over rusty things and the other, well who doesnt like shiny tools?
I have a friend staying here for a while, and I thought she was asleep when I got home just before midnight. After a few hot dogs for supper, I headed straight here... perusing the threads of Garage Journal. I had just got to the last page of "Vises of Garage Journal" and was giving that big Columbian some eyeball calisthenics, and well, I am not blind as I can see quite clearly but who here has not leaned in to get a better look at a tool?
So, here I am hunched over, hand on the mouse (and later told my mouth was open, and my chin too moist to be normal
) facing the door when out of knowhere she is standing in the doorway talking to me, but I did not notice her OR here her... so she called my name a little louder!
HOOLLLLY hell in a hand bag!
Have you had the sh** scared out of you for like a nano second, and then recover to normal in the same amount of time? Well, in that split second I dang near crapped myself, slung the mouse off the desk, and I could almost swear one of my eyes briefly popped out of its socket my head shot back so fast. That really is me in my avatar, I will probably look like that all the time now.
This conversation follows my brief recovery, she says "This is the 4th night in the row I got up and found you on the computer, what ARE you doing?" Umm, nuttin, just looking at tools... her "I HEARD what you said a minute ago!" Just before I got to the vises thread I was looking at the thread from Bull about the wood screwdrivers... I guess I had said "dam thats fine" out loud.
she says half laughing, "I dont care how much you look at ****, but dont lie about it" blah blah something something darkside. I try to explain it to her and finally convince her I was telling the truth after showing here what I had been reading.
All I did was convince her that instead of having a **** addiction, I (and the rest of you) have a tool addiction. Now I did not care that she thought I was looking at ****, but the man in me did not want her to think I got scared because of it.
After we talked a couple minutes about my Rustlust as she calls it, she says "WE should both be alseep" instead of me ogling tools. I see this funny smile come on her and she calls me a tool, and I say with a big grin 'I guess that makes you a tool handler!" she asks if Im going to bed and I say, "yea, when I get through catching up on the new posts".
Now her smile is gone, she said her dad liked to spend alot of time in the garage after work, her mom laying there all alone just like she was earlier. I say "exactly! When a persons asleep your just laying there, what difference does it make if your alone?"...
Then IT happened, somehow my inner censor stopped working after she said it dont make sense, and "I dont understand guys fascination with tools, there just LAYING there to! I said as she was walking down the hall, "MAYBE its because THEY dont complain when you want to get one out of its drawers and play with it!"
A few seconds later I see a head pop back in the doorway wearing a grin tighter than a knats nostril stretched over a rainbow! She says "If I was a wrench, what kind would I be?" I say "A tourque wrench!" with a big grin... She turns quickly and snaps her finger while saying "nope, a SnapOff.......and I'll be one the rest of the week!"
Now THATS thinking with your dipstick Jimmy!
I wonder what breakfest will be like...
I have now been accused of having Rustlust and Chromeitus. One causes excitement over rusty things and the other, well who doesnt like shiny tools?
I have a friend staying here for a while, and I thought she was asleep when I got home just before midnight. After a few hot dogs for supper, I headed straight here... perusing the threads of Garage Journal. I had just got to the last page of "Vises of Garage Journal" and was giving that big Columbian some eyeball calisthenics, and well, I am not blind as I can see quite clearly but who here has not leaned in to get a better look at a tool?
So, here I am hunched over, hand on the mouse (and later told my mouth was open, and my chin too moist to be normal
) facing the door when out of knowhere she is standing in the doorway talking to me, but I did not notice her OR here her... so she called my name a little louder!HOOLLLLY hell in a hand bag!
Have you had the sh** scared out of you for like a nano second, and then recover to normal in the same amount of time? Well, in that split second I dang near crapped myself, slung the mouse off the desk, and I could almost swear one of my eyes briefly popped out of its socket my head shot back so fast. That really is me in my avatar, I will probably look like that all the time now.This conversation follows my brief recovery, she says "This is the 4th night in the row I got up and found you on the computer, what ARE you doing?" Umm, nuttin, just looking at tools... her "I HEARD what you said a minute ago!" Just before I got to the vises thread I was looking at the thread from Bull about the wood screwdrivers... I guess I had said "dam thats fine" out loud.
she says half laughing, "I dont care how much you look at ****, but dont lie about it" blah blah something something darkside. I try to explain it to her and finally convince her I was telling the truth after showing here what I had been reading.
All I did was convince her that instead of having a **** addiction, I (and the rest of you) have a tool addiction. Now I did not care that she thought I was looking at ****, but the man in me did not want her to think I got scared because of it.
After we talked a couple minutes about my Rustlust as she calls it, she says "WE should both be alseep" instead of me ogling tools. I see this funny smile come on her and she calls me a tool, and I say with a big grin 'I guess that makes you a tool handler!" she asks if Im going to bed and I say, "yea, when I get through catching up on the new posts".
Now her smile is gone, she said her dad liked to spend alot of time in the garage after work, her mom laying there all alone just like she was earlier. I say "exactly! When a persons asleep your just laying there, what difference does it make if your alone?"...
Then IT happened, somehow my inner censor stopped working after she said it dont make sense, and "I dont understand guys fascination with tools, there just LAYING there to! I said as she was walking down the hall, "MAYBE its because THEY dont complain when you want to get one out of its drawers and play with it!"
A few seconds later I see a head pop back in the doorway wearing a grin tighter than a knats nostril stretched over a rainbow! She says "If I was a wrench, what kind would I be?" I say "A tourque wrench!" with a big grin... She turns quickly and snaps her finger while saying "nope, a SnapOff.......and I'll be one the rest of the week!"
Now THATS thinking with your dipstick Jimmy!
I wonder what breakfest will be like...
it hurt like blazes, mom asked why did you do that?
