He Who Masters Hydraulics Rules Fermentation
You haven’t lived until you’ve yelled, “Quittin’ time” at work, and meant it.
The Borderline Sociopathic Boy Knows What Cuban Cigars Taste Like
They taste like a grease fire in a skillet of ambrosia.
Like, A Rock
It’s a Cat dozer pushing a rock. I like watching it. I watch it over and over again. There is no purpose to watching it over and over. For all I know, there’s no purpose to pushing that rock in the first place. When he’s done pushing the rock, that guy might push it back where he got it, and start over, just so he can push it again. I know I would. For the LULZ. For great justice. For farts and giggles. Like, a rock.
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for pushing that our way in the first place)
You Do Not Want A Chainsaw
Chainsaws are for dilettantes. Sledgehammers are for girls in flip-flops. Dynamite is for pikers. Poseurs might take a flutter on an excavator with a demolition thumb, but that’s really a job for old men that need to sit down all day.
No; a real man wants a thermal lance.