With the Cure-all, I’m good to go!

Scotty came to mind tackling a job… looks around no one else here, fine I’ll do myself G’damnit. No, never had a drinking problem, see Scotty’s expression, that was me before the cure-all.

My uncivilized side discussing stuff with my civilized side

See Spock’s face, deep in thought, 83 years ago, World War II, we all know of it, seen pictures and film. Was a time, we could outwork, outproduce anyone on the planet, now, not so much.

A nation of sheep, ruled by wolves, run by pigs

Knowing what I know, I really wasn’t surprised that it worked after 83 years

purring like a kitten 1941 Kelvinator fridge

Hearing that old fridge fire-up, Yamamoto came to mind, a saying attributed to him, did he really say it, don’t matter, sounds like something he’d say. ” You cannot invade the United States for there is rifle behind every blade of grass”. Paraphrasing of course.

Screwed in the lightbulb laying in the ice compartment, again, not surprised

Looks around again, no one

with a dolly and a come along, I got it up the stairs from the bowels of the basement

What’s it like?, it’s like being inside a time capsule of history where everything is dusty, with some elbow grease, everything works as it should.

They even make elbow grease anymore?

I pour out a little so you could see what Mica flakes are

Hearing that fridge catch her 2nd wind, she was just a-chooglin

what the hell is just a-chooglin some may ask…. it’s bayou language