[quote=“rocky raccoon”]This reminds me of my dad’s setup. He had a tool and die shop behind the house. In addition to his full-time job he’d also do machine work for local farmers and other projects. With 2 Bridgeports, a surface grinder, a full-size lathe and monster stereo system to drown out the noise phone…you’d think he’d get a lot of work done but most of the time it was a clubhouse for the guys.
His hunting buddies would just come over with a case of Labatt’s Blue and smoke their dirty brown and complain about their wives, jobs, broken trucks and lawnmowers, etc. [/quote]
I think we’re cousins.
Except the beer would be Lethbridge Pil.
As opposed to, you know, homing back to the headland…
Hey, something I don’t get on this thread, all you guys talk about a room where you can fart in peace, what the fuck is THAT happy horseshit?
Numero Uno, I’m the fuckin MAN, the paycheque-getting, furniture-fixing, loose tooth-helping-pulling DAD…I get up mighty early and spend all GD day staring at the ass-end of a (digital) mule so them wimminz can buy shit off the Shopping Channel, I get home, I want to fart, guess what, Jethro, I’m fuckin FARTING, I don’t give a monkey’s if it’s in the same room as you, I don’t give a monkey’s if it’s on top of your fucking grass jelly sodapop, gangway!
Numero B, I spend time in “the Study” to exscape THEIR farts, which tend much more toward the newkyoolar variety anyways.