P.O. Box 98199
Washington, DC 20090-8199
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Where the christ is my 9/16″ wrench?
Forget your bull-balls. I got a guy in sandals on front of my SUV.
I’m sure the reason why my tires keep going flat is under here somewhere…
Great. I own a Ford and even my freakin plunger is metric!
Area resident Aaron Schwartz, 35, was struck and killed by a passing motorist today while attempting to get into the Guinness Book of World Records for balancing the most spanners on his face. The previous record of 251 still stands.
Man seeks shelter from plague of tools under truck.
Nom, nom, nom…
Nom, nom, nom. (spit) (clank) Nom, nom, nom. (spit) (clank) Feed Me More! Nom, nom, nom! (spit) (clank)
You can never have to many tools.
Geoff was showing his friends the famous headstand on the toolbox on the road trick when tragedy struck…
Damn. I knew it. Racoons.
I love the fact that among the tools there is a level, a hard hat, and a roll of duct tape.
Why did I buy the 199 piece toolkit from sears when all I needed was a screwdriver? And a plunger?
To Maryland Why Tools indeed.
Epic bench press.
There’s gotta be some way to get that $!#* rusty nut loose.
Finally, a chance to nap in peace. She’ll never bother me here.
I could fix this…if only I had some tools!
“No go. You have to install Linux.”
HP wrote: “Area resident Aaron Schwartz, 35, was struck and killed by a passing motorist today while attempting to get into the Guinness Book of World Records for balancing the most spanners on his face. The previous record of 251 still stands.”
The worst part of it was all he was trying to do was to change that dumb license plate.
Having failed to hurt her unfaithful husband with any of a large number of tools she had thrown at him, Cindy decided it would be more effective to drop an SUV on his head.
… Nope, not that one … Nope, not that one … Nope, not that one …
After having been up five days on meth, Rick thought it was a good time to change his oil.
After a tense confrontation, Rick discovered that he could relieve Christine’s homicidal rage by giving her a tune-up.
“Honey, would you hand me the wrench? No, not that one. No, not that one. No, not that one…. Honey?? Honey?? Honey???”
Can someone hand me a metric crescent wrench???
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