I am multitasking. I can see you the monitors, got Bos Scaggs in the air and working some Barge’s glue it’s not like the peyote which al natural, Barges is like a chemical compound. ” want to hear some Christmas music, it may take my mind off that ” G”damn stink, you and those chemicals, one of these days are going to blow yourself up, open the damn door”.
I got your music.
In the back of house door open, she be fine, was doin the edges
I know someone who was working in the cheeseland area, aka wisconsin, the state known for drinking, of course they never mention Yoopers taught them everything about drinking. Anyways he was buying some boots spotted a pile of leather, inquired about it. ” it’s all the scrap we cannot use in making boots, range marks, stretch marks, bullet holes, things like that ” wanna sell?”. SURE! I get all call, you need some leather? always, explains the situation. How much they have and the price per foot. 42 feet, all colors 67cents a foot. Tell’em I’ll buy their junk at 30 cents a foot, they said make it 50 cents. Tell’em, you wanna get rid of your junk or not? it’s 30 cents or nothing. I have 42 feet of leather different grades and shades. I wouldn’t say I gotta away like a bandit, I have to work around the range marks, stretchmarks and bullet holes. What ya see is a test of sorts and a broken rule.
Never ever laser dyed leather, the stink is right right up there with brain rot DIFI
Looks like it’ll work for my purposes. the exhaust fans and dryer hose works just fine.
Gotta stay motivated, evil is on the march
DIY Ice cream in WW2
One squadron commander, J. Hunter Reinburg, figured he could raise morale among his men if he could fix one of his F4U Corsair fighter bombers to become a high-altitude ice cream maker.
His crews cut the ends off a drop tank, created a side access panel, and strung a .50-caliber ammo can in the panel. He put canned milk and cocoa powder into the container.
Reinburg then set off to climb into the freezing sky above 25,000 ft and come back with 5 gallons of ice cream.
Upon his return, the mixture in the tank was more like thick chocolate milk than ice cream. However, the Marines devoured it anyway!
The evil of his time isn’t so different then the evil of our time.
