feet, fingers, backs, noses, forheads,
Man can this guy lay a load each and every time and YOU ALL fall for it.
Not me. Nope!
Good try.
You can do better.
WOW! My character is being called into question. Do you think I always like looking like a total fool? Or having to have the ER on speed dial? Trust me, it will be two weeks tomorrow, and there is still a "dent" in the tip of my finger that shouldn't be there. Even Smidgy was a bit grossed out.
Geesh! By the way, you will be getting something in the mail soon.
MY FINGER!!! MBWAHAHAHA!
Do you know somebody else from Kentucky? Or was that sweet comment really meant for me?
Thanks, Bubba.
RE: the coffee maker....they SAY it's a 4 cup coffee maker but I find it to be a 2 cup coffee maker. Last trip I brought my own coffee filters and coffee. I set it up at night before I went to bed and just flipped the switch when I woke up in the morning. I bet you could buy one of those at Wal*Mart or maybe even on Ebay.
ETA:
Try Walgreen's.
Yes, I agree they don't hold four cups of coffee, and yes, I did buy one from the local Wallmart. But those packets you get at all the mods and deluxes are just so handy, you don't even need to mess with a filter.
Besides, Diane will never remember to set it up the night before, she doesn't even drink coffee, so THEN how will it get done?
SO? Nobody has the answer? ONLY Disney has those packets huh?
Gotcha there, neebs! Get cracking! I leave in 2 weeks, you know!
Oh yeah, Jaime quoting McDisney about his friend who lost both hands and an arm and can still type.
Fine. I will explain all.
On October seventh, I went to my gas station a block away for the paper and a coffee like normal. While I was at the counter, a teenage girl came in and asked if anybody knew anything about tires. There was only the woman behind the counter and another guy in there at the time, and he immediately went into "deaf" mode, so I said I'll be out in a second.
THey were over by the air pressure pump and a young guy was trying to change a tire, but didn't know how.
He had a huge pickup truck with a rail running along the bottom side acting as a running board. But all he had for a spare was this little, hard, donut tire. After I did most of the work, explaining it as I went, I told him to let the truck down off the jack before he tightened the lug nuts. As I was still squatting down there in front of the right rear tire, his girlfriend started talking to me.
Suddenly I heard him yell, "Crap", and the truck lurched forward off the jack.
He had tried to tighten the lug nuts when it was still up in the air. Only it wasn't up in the air anymore, it came down and the running board thing caught me just above the knee, and that rock hard stupid little donut tire came down on my foot, and bounced forward. Almost exactly the same spot that I had crushed before at work, followed by five operations to try to make it all better.
Then, two weeks ago, I stopped by my old boss's place of business, a two man machine shop to say hi, I'm available if you need me. While I was there, the guy that comes to pick up the steel chips came and he had to rush around gathering up the barrels. So, again, I offered to help him clean out this one machine of chips. These things are like razor blades, yes, I should have had gloves on.
But I didn't.
One caught on my finger, which I didn't know, but the problem was that the other end was still caught on a part of the lathe. When I get hurt,, I don't say a word, not a swear word, not a peep. I usually just stand there for a while.
And bleed.
I got even by bleeding all over his nice clean tiled floor. So, there you have it.
And yes Jaime, I know your leaving again, don't forget to get your picture taken in the rocking chair by the smoking section near BTMR.
come true.
