Who waits until 9:30 at night the week before he event to look over and say "you wanna go to a ball?" My husband. He does that.
Just repaired a speaker, look on my works ye mighty and despair! So what if I built the speaker in the first place and thus the failure was my fault to begin with. Shut up.
I'll make this simple, get transparent haircutting capes, or whatever you call them. Then, you have no doubt if someone is wackin off beneath it. Ima genius.
Fuck me. Built out my new garage bench and I'm quite happy with it, but went out and picked up a 4'x6' sheet of stainless, a bit thicker than I was kind of expecting. Why is that a problem? Because I don't have a 6' sheet metal brake, nor do I know someone who has one, nor do I have the patience to find someone. Instead, I'm going to bash the fuck out of it to get it to form to the profile of my bench. It'll look a bit "distressed", but that's all the rage in work benches, isn't it?
That looks like Gretzeky. And lets see who notices the error there first, I'm betting its a Canadian.
That movie is fucking horrific. And incredible. Australia has made some downright scary films in the past few years, their film industry in general has some amazing work.
Probably. Maple Leaf fans keep suicide hotlines rolling in the funds. I'm a Sabres fan. Which I guess is worse since they've never won a Cup and that city smells like pee. I only watch the Sabres in Toronto, because the Sabres have a lovely arena that is unfortunately surrounded by Buffalo, aka Open Cesspool With No Cover.
I've seen a Sabres game, it is a great arena. Not sure what employs people in that city, but they have a proud franchise that they support and love.
Is it the wings that prevents the city from dying? I dunno. I call it "The Detroit Of New York." Meanwhile sweet, sweet Albany is the Cleveland of New York. Because they all suck.