this actually is sorta like borat with what to me might be a british accent... hmmm... i'm gonna have to check this stuff out.I didnt get Ali G at all until I lived in London and had some random conversations with the local wildlife
Hell yeah haha, yeah those nail magnets haha,MY HAMMER is a 20 east wing.
I guard it like a pit bull
There is something about that bgrip material over time. Truly does become “your” hammer.
It’s the shaft design really. It just kills the vibration and keeps my mitts from cramping up.
HAMMER TIME.
I swing a Bosch framing hammer that has a dope magnet loader, don’t have to hold a nail to start it. Once you get used to it 2 swings if you have a sack
plumbing is good fam, fully tested
Yells to wife :Off to the gym to get ripped dear!
building houses from start to finish, well, being able to do the many things that are required to do such is cool as hell....Hell yeah haha, yeah those nail magnets haha,
Brother came to work for me and the old man once, doin a roofing job was 4 of us, next thing I know there’s 3 of us on the roof so of course I jump up and look around, don’t see him, look out front his car is gone, sent him a text, he hit his thumb, that was the last time he ever did physical labor, he became a bartender and now is a supervisor for USPS
No honestly it’s really fun work, I enjoyed it, built houses start to finish from an open field to the last piece of trim, nothing as rewarding at the end of a job as handing the customer the keys to their brand new house (that I’ve only taken 87 shits in the toilet of already)
not familiar with bruno. between the other two i prefer the borat. to me that persona is the funniest. much thanks for the heads up...
Depends on the breeder way more than a strain name.
That's the only way to knowWell, Im trying it nowMore fun like that
report back with progress 
Couldn't say how many times I hit my thumb or better, took some meat off. You're brother is a very smart manHell yeah haha, yeah those nail magnets haha,
Brother came to work for me and the old man once, doin a roofing job was 4 of us, next thing I know there’s 3 of us on the roof so of course I jump up and look around, don’t see him, look out front his car is gone, sent him a text, he hit his thumb, that was the last time he ever did physical labor, he became a bartender and now is a supervisor for USPS
No honestly it’s really fun work, I enjoyed it, built houses start to finish from an open field to the last piece of trim, nothing as rewarding at the end of a job as handing the customer the keys to their brand new house (that I’ve only taken 87 shits in the toilet of already)
I built all the custom cabinets shelving, trim, 2x10 walnut shoe molding, chair rails and banisters working for a badass cabinet making nut, he had a contract with the spurs benefactor foundation that raised money for good causes by building these fucking crazy huge mansions and then use 70% of the purchase price for what ever shit they were giving money too. Was a great gig honestly. So unfortunately one night after a job in San Antonio, ol Marc and I and a couple hand me that’s, getting drunk on a Saturday, cutting up some spruce and poplar, just some square cuts to toss them in the plainer, we go to set up double blade ghetto fab dado blade for the table saw, I walk outside to have a cig, that place was combustible as fuck. Anywho, I come walking back in and the beers have nailed my boss Marc to the wall a little more than he thought, I did put the blade in, he says he will set the depth ect, so he flips it on why he yelling at this kid fucking off at the mitre box lost on degrees or some shit, I hear a ZIIIIIIPbuilding houses from start to finish, well, being able to do the many things that are required to do such is cool as hell....
a very useful skill, and so rewarding.
We laugh at that shit now but... worked for a contractor who started as a cabinet maker and the shit he could build without plans was amazing. He lost half a finger in a saw when younger and was very particular about anyone touching his table saws. I'd do the plumbing on the remodels and help out with any tile work and some carpentry. We made some huge Butcher block tables for a dog food company once. One was 20' long and weighed over 1000lbs. I miss those days sometimes.I built all the custom cabinets shelving, trim, 2x10 walnut shoe molding, chair rails and banisters working for a badass cabinet making nut, he had a contract with the spurs benefactor foundation that raised money for good causes by building these fucking crazy huge mansions and then use 70% of the purchase price for what ever shit they were giving money too. Was a great gig honestly. So unfortunately one night after a job in San Antonio, ol Marc and I and a couple hand me that’s, getting drunk on a Saturday, cutting up some spruce and poplar, just some square cuts to toss them in the plainer, we go to set up double blade ghetto fab dado blade for the table saw, I walk outside to have a cig, that place was combustible as fuck. Anywho, I come walking back in and the beers have nailed my boss Marc to the wall a little more than he thought, I did put the blade in, he says he will set the depth ect, so he flips it on why he yelling at this kid fucking off at the mitre box lost on degrees or some shit, I hear a ZIIIIIIP
POW, (old school real deal table saw, now human contact was NOT stopping that thing) a rooster tail of blood whips up and across the ceiling, and I duck away from hunks of 3 fingers from his right hand. he turns blue, hits the floor, I tell the asshats to call an ambulance, one of you see to Marc, and the other has to find what’s left of his fingers, dude instantly had a penguin flipper instead of a fist, I run behind the shop to his moms house, best lady ever, 6 days a week that women woke up to feed us assholes with out fail, I snatch a cooler off the mud room floor, fill it with as much ice as possible, and head back to scrounge for fingers. well, they where fucked what was leftover of his digits, he thought his career was over, he adapted with his crab claw pretty fast. Kept us eating. Tough sob all told.
I also used a pass load and had a ring shank framing nail blast through a stud, that went through two of my fingers giving me a permanent peace sign gesture hahaha. That fucking sucked haaaaard, ring shank nails have a tendency to seal up the wound really well, and you know damn well this asshat ain’t abiding that shit, Jack Daniel’s to the chin, my buddy cut a wedge of wood to stick in between my fingers so I could let him extract the nail, (typing this is taking me back there, fuck it was brutal.) well he got it out no problem, on the 6th attempt. The nail brought boars heads new captspaulding meat with it.
So, never take a co2 pass load to use without yourself adjusting the nail depth gauge, or you too can win a Darwin Award.
As long as the flying bloody fingers miss, I suppose I can look fondly on them days and miss them in my own way. Marc was the same way, dudes eye was incredible, could build the box’s in wall for any recess without measuring sometimes. His house was basically a giant custom entertainment center that started at the door, and stopped at his bar. And yeah, I laugh now, I laughed at myself then as well though. I’ve always been touched in the head
you know who wasn’t touching shit? My boss Marc .
I’ve only ever gotten the brown flimsy pots at the 1/2g size down to 8oz starter,
