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billy bob and the trooper.

After reading all ou your post, I am sure lots of you to much spare time.
hahahahaha... The joy of retirement Stephane. I also have an online antique sale site in the winter months so am on the laptop a goodly amount of time taking care of customers, so pretty easy to pop back and forth to the forum....
 
When putting together Ikea furniture, I had to phone the store for help. Is it the fella with the hammer in his hand or is it the fella with the pencil in his ear who has the deciding factor during assembly. Does this diagram mean that it cannot be assembled by someone with whiskers and is Ikea recommending clothing to be optional?

So confusing right off the get-go

 
I think it was so frustrating trying to put it together you got out the hammer to fix the problem.
 
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Sign at famous Conoco station seen in Cars movie on one of my Route 66 trips. Flash obscures some of the wording - "I couldn't fix your brakes so I just made your horn louder". Love it! And on the serious side for you guys who did not watch Cars, here's the Conoco service station with some of our Pace Car group..



 
THE 60th HIGH SCHOOL REUNION

He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years, having been high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the past without fail.
This 60th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a foursome with two other singles. They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high, with the widower throwing admiring glances across the table . . . and the widow smiling coyly back at him.
Finally, during one dance, he picked up courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?”
After about 6 seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes... yes I will !"
Needless to say, the evening ended on a happy note for the widower. However, the next morning he was troubled. Did she say “Yes” or did she say ‘No‘? He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over-and-over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him could not recall her response.
With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her. First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would marry me, did you say “Yes” or did you say “No”?
"Why, you silly man” she replied, I said Yes. Yes, I will! And I meant it with all my heart!"
The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat.
Then she continued. "And I'm so glad you called. I couldn't remember who asked me!"
 

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