You know what really grinds my gears?
#201
OK you know what grinds my gears. The staff at Tractor Supply in Winder, GA. I'm doing Pipeline Right-of-Way and I am walking alot and hanging around creeks and snakes are starting to come out due to the weather heating up. Went something like this....
"Can I help you"?
"Yeah I was looking for Snakeproof Work Boots."
"No, this is a Horse town"...
WTF, a "HORSE TOWN" What does that have to do with anything. And yes that is HER sentence Verbatim.
"OK, how about the Leg Chaps?"
"No, Sorry, Besides what good would those be if it bit you on the arm?"
"Can I help you"?
"Yeah I was looking for Snakeproof Work Boots."
"No, this is a Horse town"...
WTF, a "HORSE TOWN" What does that have to do with anything. And yes that is HER sentence Verbatim.
"OK, how about the Leg Chaps?"
"No, Sorry, Besides what good would those be if it bit you on the arm?"
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Now that it's that time of the year again . . . . . . bugs.
I love to drive at night with the top down but you can't go far at all around here without the SOB's ruining the moment. I hope each and every one suffers greatly after impact. Know what the last thing is that goes through a bug's mind as it smacks your windshield? It's butthole. I hate them so much that joke isn't even funny.
One of the main reason's I have clear bra:
Now that it's that time of the year again . . . . . . bugs.
I love to drive at night with the top down but you can't go far at all around here without the SOB's ruining the moment. I hope each and every one suffers greatly after impact. Know what the last thing is that goes through a bug's mind as it smacks your windshield? It's butthole. I hate them so much that joke isn't even funny.
One of the main reason's I have clear bra:
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Well, Robin. I have news that might cheer you up. Tonight at work I pulled a die for maintenance. Its a large injection molding die. When I got the die to the table I realized there was an ugly greasy spot on a flat part of the top die. Upon closer inspection I could tell it used to be a bug. All that was left was fragments. Pieces of legs and wings etc. He must have flew into the die as the die was closing. He didn't realize he was about to be crushed with 140 tons of preasure when the die clamped. So one down...