Larry,
I have to admit, you are a very odd fellow but not wanting to hurt your feelings, I will play along.
My vice will now be known as "Maltog, the Pipe Grasper". Maltog and I have been together for quite some time. I remember the fateful day we met at the True Value Hardware Store. There he was standing (well, not really standing since he has no legs. It was more like lounging around on his anchor bolts but I didn't want to get to technical) on the shelf his serrated teeth glistening in the fluorescent lights of Aisle 27 between the garbage bags and extension cords. It was just like the song said, Well the one day when the vice met this fellow, and they knew that it was much more than a hunch, that this group would somehow come together. Thats the way we all opened bottles on the workbench so we had something to drink at lunch. Or something like that. Well, Maltog and I left the store that day with big plans. I would attempt to fix things and he would hold on for dear life. For the most part it has been a good relationship. Sure there have been some rough spots like when Maltog jumped off the workbench and landed on my foot. The pain of that memory still lingers when the weather gets cold. It did take Trina a long time to warm up to the idea that I spent so much time with Maltog. After all, the two of us are responsible for some of her fine Precious Moments having teeth marks along their little heads. I am still not sure why she is bent out of shape about that. After all, their heads are on straight now.
I have to be honest Larry, until I met you I never would have thought to give a name to any of my tools but after reading this thread, I am headed to the garage to christen all of my implements of domicile destruction. Do you think Thor is a good name for a sledge hammer? Me and Thor have some work to do before Trina comes home and catches us.
Jeff