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I just arrived home to an email that said the inspector used an excessively high pulse repetition frequency that caused "ghost" indications. Needless to say he is no longer an ultrasonic wizard lvl 3. Imparting sound from a different inspector showed that there are no hidden weevils in our weldment. Talking to our important Government customer tomorrow will however require a Golden Tongue lvl 5 I believe.

On a different note, are you polishing extraterrestrial objects?

 

No but I understand why you asked.

Overheated structures in my metal are martensitic and appear just like what The Count found in the meteorite.

 

All hail Giygas!

 

Whoa...not cool.

 

Um. I take it from your reaction that you got more out of my reply than a reference to an old Sesame Street episode? A meteorite fell on Sesame Street. Then a bee warned Ernie about the danger of Giygas. And, you know, The Count weighed in....

I meant no offense.

 

I actually had no idea what it meant. Just being a smartass.

 

I remembered the term from meteorites. I deal mostly in the welding of steels, although in recent years, well maybe decades, I have dealt primarily in financial doings along with expense account dinners and, unfortunately, people. You may cause me to pull out an old alchemy book for some bedtime reading.

 

Its official: I'm Spraynard now.

 

I wiki'd this: seems interesting.

 

Last night I heard a noise that woke me, walked down stairs looked around, headed back through a second hallway , then It happened, my new socks had stepped in something cold and squishy...it didn't register until the third step. Then the light bulb went off....dam beastcat, the beast had an excursion from the rear outlet. I pulled off the new sock and let the wench deal with it in the am. The beast and I have been exiled to another dimension for lack of consideration for the better good of wench householdism.
I'll return when the steam clears and carpet is cleaned. The sock became a casualty and the foot was de coned. Haven't seen the beastcat but I'm sure it's lurking somewhere.

 

Another casualty of kitty malfeasance.

 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, giygas research has met its terminus.



This is an image grab from Giygas: Most Horriblest Nintendo Game to Come Out of Tokyo battle screen. You are the protagonist "Nitwit" about to wage war upon a crow. Note the complete lack of belt-fed weapons or any semblance of an 88mm FliegerAbwherKannone.

 

All told this thread still has legs and I am well pleased, as are all of yinz.

 

On a side note, which Tundra trim level gives rise to the roll down rear window? I thought all the Tundys had it then I'm seeing some trucks on yon road that just have a porthole in the middle.

 

Crewmax

 

Hark! Thine beastly, yet most importantest OP, whom goes by thee mostest of nobelest names of which be HAGRID hath lain a very perplexing query with’n thine annals of thee mostest awesomest court of history of which thee Library d’ Alexandre thine Great cowers before! TUNDRAS.com be thee name, and asmuch as thine court demands infinitinit knowledge, so shalt thine bestow!
Thine answer, good sir, lies within the fine and awe inspiring chariot that goes by thee name MAX OF CREW, son of SR5, grandson of Platinum, grandson of Limited, and godson of Pro! There may be mention of brother of SR, but mine own mind plays mischief on memory by yon!

Now go, my good beastly nobleman! May God grant you thine own wishes of acquiring thee highest and most revered Window of ROLLDOWN!

Adieu!

 

BLASPHEMY!!

Of what tongue do you speak, villain!
Spit, and revealeth what demons cower behind such human and lowly recesses of thine heart and mind!
SPIT I SAY, OR SUFFER THINE OWN CONSEQUENCES!

 

I'll have what he's having.

 

A couple beers (no lower than 8% apv) and you’ll be in the right mindset

 

That came out just a little too easy for my tastes. Gotta stop reading count of monte Cristo for a few days man!

 

There's a bottle of wine in there, I think its 15%...never been one for wine but I think I'll catch up quick!

 

Good start, sir!

Slaintè!

 

That was fracking awesome!!

 

Redirect: I've taken to calling the crewmax "Crawmerax" on account of Borderlands first person "try to get the bestest weapons in the game but continually get shit upon" game.


Page ocho... feel the weight.

 

I daren’t heed mention, but, alas, mine own nature that haunts e’ry man, woman, and child that may be of thine name - HUMAN, betrays mine own noble proclivities and begrudgingly profess a secret of apocalyptic magnitudes!

Thy secret, which cometh our and may nary be named “secret”, forevermore lay before vast mugs and bottles of glass, that once, I say, overflew of thine nectar of GODS that raise thee minds near’r to VALHALLA, yet mine own mind fall’t short of, coupled with endless pages of thine own Count of Monte Cristo. Therein, thou whilst find of self, speaking in thine mostest nobelest of tongues, rather easily, mine own tongue may profess, sir!