16 thoughts on “Thousands Of Times

  1. To be completely genuine, the sandwich has to be dropped at least once on a dirty floor and then completely consumed. Yeah, I’ve had it happen. Brushed off the worst of the dirt and ate it. I was hungry and I’m still alive and healthy years and years later.

  2. Oh, I got you all beat, you clean up after an advanced Colon Cancer patient with coffee ground bowel movement that you swear to lucifer where did you store gallons of that, the smell will gag a rabid trash panda that is off a three week hunger strike and then when finished you go back to eating your lunch with a pastrami on rye and hard boiled eggs and a chocolate shake and hasn’t changed their scrubs with the lingering scent of smell of death and finish it off with a raspberry tart… You do that and then get back to me about eating your sammich that has a little bit of oil or ATF fluid and dropped on a dirty floor.

    • Only reason you can’t smell it after a half hour of cleaning the mess and the patient is your olfactory endings in your sinuses have become desensitized to the odor, but everyone around you hasn’t, you get the strongest, screeching looks of death at you…

  3. Back in the 1980s I used to know a mechanic that would give his coffee a spritz of gasoline. He’s still alive as far as I know.

  4. I’s amazing that we’ve all lived as long as we have… it turns out everything we ate, drank, or even touched as kids turned out to cause cancer or worse.

  5. AFAIK, ALL of us here at Bustednuckles have BTDT, and we’re still pushing down daises.

    Buncha wusses at EPA.

    • And I forgot to mention the laser fights we had when I built and repaired military laster target designators.
      Those fuckers hurt.
      Then there’s decades of sniffing lead solder from thru-hole and surface mount soldering.
      No wonder I grew so fuckin’ mean…

  6. The difference between a parts man and a mechanic is that the mechanic washes his hands before he goes to the bathroom.

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