The Pit of Knoxville

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I use spinners, but I mainly fish for trout.
 
Regular citizens don’t have assault rifles. By definition assault rifles are capable of automatic fire. Since the national firearms act of 1934, you’ve need a class III permit to own one.

The Gun Grabber’s lie is to claim military STYLE rifles are military rifles. They are not. Style and capability are two different things. It’d be like saying dropping a Honda engine into the body of a Ferrari makes it the same as a Ferrari. Uhhhh, no.
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Hey, Oxberger... you ever getting an avy? 😂

That young Bammer lady that draws griped at me to get one and I've had the same one for years.

Then she offered to draw me a custom one and had the audacity to ask me if if I would use it if I didn't think it was too bad.

I'd wear it if it looked like I drew it with my broken toes. Somebody bagged a winner.
 
I wonder how many busted thumbs?
True story: Picture North Florida, in August. I'm putting shingles on a shop roof. It's hotter than blue blazes. I got my timing off and accidentally "pinched" two of my fingers to the roof with a roofing nail. Hurt like a bitch, and blood shot out the ends of both fingers. I screamed bloody murder, and threw the hammer. Nobody was home. Neither of my neighbors are home. Did I mention I was basically nailed to the roof without a hammer to remove the nail? I thought I was going to die on that damn roof. Luckily, I dug around in my nail pouch and found a small screwdriver and was able to pry my fingers loose. Not my best day! I expected sympathy from the wife when she got home, instead I got the "just how stupid can you be" speech.
 
That young Bammer lady that draws griped at me to get one and I've had the same one for years.

Then she offered to draw me a custom one and had the audacity to ask me if if I would use it if I didn't think it was too bad.

I'd wear it if it looked like I drew it with my broken toes. Somebody bagged a winner.
You don't know the half of it! Awesome lady!
 
True story: Picture North Florida, in August. I'm putting shingles on a shop roof. It's hotter than blue blazes. I got my timing off and accidentally "pinched" two of my fingers to the roof with a roofing nail. Hurt like a bitch, and blood shot out the ends of both fingers. I screamed bloody murder, and threw the hammer. Nobody was home. Neither of my neighbors are home. Did I mention I was basically nailed to the roof without a hammer to remove the nail? I thought I was going to die on that damn roof. Luckily, I dug around in my nail pouch and found a small screwdriver and was able to pry my fingers loose. Not my best day! I expected sympathy from the wife when she got home, instead I got the "just how stupid can you be" speech.
I remember helping my dad "roof"..... once I was strong enough to carry the bundles up the ladder, I actually started longing for the days of picking up the remnants of the old roofs... I think my worst hammer moment, was putting siding around a fireplace..... I was using a 2x4 piece to hit so I wouldn't damage the siding.... welp, when you do whack a nail, and that sucker is on your finger, it comes off fairly easily....at least I didn't fall off the ladder!
 
True story: Picture North Florida, in August. I'm putting shingles on a shop roof. It's hotter than blue blazes. I got my timing off and accidentally "pinched" two of my fingers to the roof with a roofing nail. Hurt like a bitch, and blood shot out the ends of both fingers. I screamed bloody murder, and threw the hammer. Nobody was home. Neither of my neighbors are home. Did I mention I was basically nailed to the roof without a hammer to remove the nail? I thought I was going to die on that damn roof. Luckily, I dug around in my nail pouch and found a small screwdriver and was able to pry my fingers loose. Not my best day! I expected sympathy from the wife when she got home, instead I got the "just how stupid can you be" speech.
Yhe worst I saw was my brother literally split his thumb in half, length wise from the middle joint up with a hand held post pounder.
 
Yhe worst I saw was my brother literally split his thumb in half, length wise from the middle joint up with a hand held post pounder.
My prowess with a hammer is well known in my family. You know it's bad when you come home from work with a bandaid on your hand, and when you go to pick up your 3 yo daughter she stops, looks at the bandaid on your finger, puts her hands on her hips and says "daddy, did they give you a hammer at work?" Damn near had to give the wife CPR she was laughing so hard. Obviously she has my smart ass mouth and quick wit.
 
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