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I am NOT recommending use of this tool ... I've heard it will ruin seals and cause seeping and/or leakage.

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4 hours ago, Schmidt Meister said:

It was shortly after this that I posted some other stuff and I was permanently banned from Fakebook with notice or explanation.

You know you are on the right track if they ban you.   Truth is a frightening thing to some people.  

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Skipping rocks ... the hard way ...

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21 hours ago, Schmidt Meister said:

When I was young, from around 10 on up to 17 years  old, I worked on a farm with chicken houses, a dairy, tobacco, watermelons, hay and corn. I milked cows 1 or 2 times a day and we had to add iodine to the water that we washed the bag and teats of the cows with. The iodine would dry and crack your hands something awful, especially during the winter when we had to use warm water, if you didn't take precautions. We went through gallons of this stuff. It was a miracle product.

Good stuff worth having around.  Small tin in the kitchen drawer.

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Combat Ghostbuster Squad ... hilarious to me.

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Kilroy Was Here
 
He is engraved in stone in the National War Memorial in Washington, DC, back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it.
For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For you younger folks, it's a bit of trivia that is a part of our American history.
Anyone born in 1913 to about 1950, is familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known, but everybody got into it, I even remember seeing him around public places in the late 60s...
So who was Kilroy?
In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, "Speak to America ," sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article. Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had evidence of his identity.
'Kilroy' was a 46-year old shipyard worker during the war who worked as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy. His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets set (completed). Riveters were on piecework and got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk, so the rivets wouldn't be counted twice. When Kilroy went off duty, the Union riveters would erase the mark.
Later on, an off-shift (non-union) inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the (union) riveters.
One day Kilroy's boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn't lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added 'KILROY WAS HERE' in king-sized letters next to the check, and eventually added the sketch of the chap with the long nose peering over the fence and that became part of the Kilroy message.
Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks. Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With the war on, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn't time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy's inspection "trademark" was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.
His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over Europe and the South Pacific.
Before war's end, "Kilroy" had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo. To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had "been there first." As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.
Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always "already been" wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable (it is said to be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon.
As the war went on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI's there). They took great delight in posting signs with the message to greet the invading troops.
In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill at the Potsdam conference. Its first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), "Who is Kilroy?"
To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car, which he gave to his nine children as a Christmas gift and set it up as a playhouse in the Kilroy yard in Halifax, Massachusetts.

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Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull from the stockyard in a far town so that they can breed their own stock.
They only have $2,000 left. Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home."
The brunette arrives at the stockyard, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $1,999, no less. After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news. She walks into the telegraph office and says, "I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home."
The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, "It's just 99 cents a word." Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette only has $1 left. She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word.
After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, "I want you to send her one word: comfortable."
The operator shakes his head. 'How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word "comfortable?"
The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bull."

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Filmed in Yellowstone National Park. Don't get too close to the bulldozers.

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If I haven't said it before, Calvin and Hobbes is the best cartoon strip ever written. I hated it when he quit.

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The Sunday strips were the best because they were longer and most of them were in color ... especially Spaceman Spiff.

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I hope that was Eric Estrada (sarc.) I couldn't watch Chips because it was put on so damn much and Estrada was a pock-marked, self-centered, arrogant a'hole.

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8 hours ago, Schmidt Meister said:

If I haven't said it before, Calvin and Hobbes is the best cartoon strip ever written. I hated it when he quit.

The snowmen were the best. 

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On 6/20/2022 at 7:47 AM, Schmidt Meister said:

Skipping rocks ... the hard way ...

That looks to be quite painful.  You have to wonder if Darwin’s theory is attempting to work here or simply to much alcohol?   Possibly one in the same. 

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20 hours ago, Schmidt Meister said:

I hope that was Eric Estrada (sarc.) I couldn't watch Chips because it was put on so damn much and Estrada was a pock-marked, self-centered, arrogant a'hole.

I thought it was the gringo?