But I repeat myself.

I know I drank my fair share of it back in the day.

I keep all my pill bottles in a plastic bag inside my lunchbox.

I take all the bottles out and when I take a pill, I throw the bottle back in the bag to avoid that problem.

I got tasked with changing out an old, beat to death 6 inch vise at work.

I went up front, collected the new one, went back to the shop and gathered up what tools I figured I would need, some bolts and a drill with a couple bits.

I have found it to be rare that you get one with the exact same footprint.

I throw all that in the back of the electric golf cart we use and went across 4 Bays to get going.

I backed up as near as I could, grabbed a couple wrenches and walked over to start unbolting the old one, only to run into this…

And immediately wanted to slap the taste out of someone’s mouth.

Unbelievable.

Back to the shop to get a cordless angle grinder, some cut off wheels and a Flap Disc.

It took me a good half hour to cut all those welds enough to pry the vise off.

I moved it and then used the Flap Disc to smooth out the tiop of the table. Then I took the base off the new vise, got it set on the table so I had room to drill 4 holes and making sure there was room for bolts and washers underneath. I used a paint pen to mark the spots and then center punched in the middle of the paint marks.

Drilled the holes, put the vise back together and bolted it down.

Much Better.

Just a taste of the kind of crap I get to deal with on a daily basis.

My 61 Ford SW Unibody 1/2 ton truck was like that.

It had a 72 351 Windsor mated to an 88 C6 transmission and I don’t even know what year rear end because I swapped it out 3 times.

Necessity is the Mother of Invention. If it works, it works.

How freaking old is she, 12?

Honey 

“9 for me!!! I feel confident nobody Has all 20”

PuhLease!

Hold my beer youngin’.

OK, let’s have it you geezers,

I hit all of them.

Somebody just filmed a freaking TANK going down 82nd Avenue.