“oh you meant boot treads? yeah, get those bad boys up here so I can lick the crud out of them”
“oh you meant boot treads? yeah, get those bad boys up here so I can lick the crud out of them”
the resemblance is uncanny
I was saying “boo-urns”
Klaus will still nail someone’s wife… but it’ll probably be when he forgets to put his forks up to secure a pallet of actual nails
the weenus is a dance
as a mechanic working in a hodgepodge US/EU factory line, I have to suffer through always carrying double the tools to service metric and SAE machines. and after so many years in the industry, I still slip up and say 3/16 when I mean 3/8 sometimes, because fractions are a shit system for wrenches.
oh, and some of our linear encoders readout decimal-feet, because fuck it, why not?
yup, grew up always leaving a light on in the house when we were out. my dad always half-joked about putting “trash removal” signs on work trucks to keep people from sniffing around for tools to sell