
I do that every day.



Notice he doesn’t mumble or stutter either.
As a life long mechanic, looking at this absolute BEHEMOTH of an antique engine, I wonder how in the hell did they torque the huge bolts down on this thing?
Take the connecting rod cap bolts for example.
Did they take a team of horses, hook up a chain to a giant wrench and then have them pull on it until some guy up top yelled CLICK?!
Now I am going to have to look into that when I get home from work because it’s going to bug me all day because I don’t recall ever seeing a twenty foot, three inch drive torque wrench anywhere in my internet travels over the years….





Being a Dumbass Fucking Redneck is just a bonus in this case.


Send your pet pictures to the email below the blog page.
Robert M., These are my dog kids. Brindle is Mouse. Somebody dumped her down the street. Love looking at other peoples pets. Black is Shautzie a rescue trying to use Shepherd telepathy to get something.


ATFSUX., I just had to share our beloved Daphne with you all. She loves treats, travel and opening Christmas presents with us. She was some sort of mutt we picked up for free in a Walmart parking lot from folks who were giving away puppies. We miss her terribly and she is buried in the yard where the wild flowers grow. I like to think of myself as stoic and emotionally in control, in the John Wayne sort of vein. But when Daphne crossed the Rainbow Bridge, I cried like a little girl. We loved her, despite her selective hearing.


