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Automotive tools

September 7th, 2008 by Admin

HAMMER:
Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used as a kind of divining rod to locate expensive car parts not far from the object we are trying to hit.

MECHANIC’S KNIFE:
Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons delivered to your front door; works particularly well on boxes containing convertible tops or tonneau covers.

ELECTRIC HAND DRILL:
Normally used for spinning steel Pop rivets in their holes until you die of old age, but it also works great for drilling rollbar mounting holes in the floor of a sports car just above the brake line that goes to the rear axle.

PLIERS:
Used to round off bolt heads.

HACKSAW:
One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.

VISE-GRIPS:
Used to round off bolt heads. If nothing else is available, they can also be used to transfer intense welding heat to the palm of your hand.

OXYACETELENE TORCH:
Used almost entirely for lighting those stale garage cigarettes you keep hidden in the back of the Whitworth socket drawer (What wife would think to look in _there_?) because you can never remember to buy lighter fluid for the Zippo lighter you got from the PX at Fort Campbell.

ZIPPO LIGHTER:
See oxyacetelene torch.

WHITWORTH SOCKETS:
Once used for working on older British cars and motorcycles, they are now used mainly for hiding six-month old Salems from the sort of person who would throw them away for no good reason.

DRILL PRESS:
A tall upright machine useful for suddenly snatching flat metal bar stock out of your hands so that it smacks you in the chest and flings your beer across the room, splattering it against the Rolling Stones poster over the bench grinder.

WIRE WHEEL:
Cleans rust off old bolts and then throws them somewhere under the workbench with the speed of light. Also removes fingerprint whorls and hard-earned guitar callouses in about the time it takes you to say, “Django Reinhardt”.

HYDRAULIC FLOOR JACK:
Used for lowering a Mustang to the ground after you have installed a set of Ford Motorsports lowered road springs, trappng the jack handle firmly under the front air dam.

EIGHT-FOOT LONG DOUGLAS FIR 2X4:
Used for levering a car upward off a hydraulic jack.

TWEEZERS:
A tool for removing wood splinters.

PHONE:
Tool for calling your neighbor Chris to see if he has another hydraulic floor jack.

SNAP-ON GASKET SCRAPER:
Theoretically useful as a sandwich tool for spreading mayonnaise; used mainly for getting dog-doo off your boot.

E-Z OUT BOLT AND STUD EXTRACTOR:
A tool that snaps off in bolt holes and is ten times harder than any known drill bit.

TIMING LIGHT:
A stroboscopic instrument for illuminating grease buildup on crankshaft pulleys.

TWO-TON HYDRAULIC ENGINE HOIST:
A handy tool for testing the tensile strength of ground straps and hydraulic clutch lines you may have forgotten to disconnect.

CRAFTSMAN 1/2 x 16-INCH SCREWDRIVER:
A large motor mount prying tool that inexplicably has an accurately machined screwdriver tip on the end without the handle.

BATTERY ELECTROLYTE TESTER:
A handy tool for transferring sulfuric acid from a car battery to the inside of your toolbox after determining that your battery is dead as a doornail, just as you thought.

AVIATION METAL SNIPS:
See hacksaw.

TROUBLE LIGHT:
The mechanic’s own tanning booth. Sometimes called a drop light, it is a good source of vitamin D, “the sunshine vitamin”, which is not otherwise found under cars at night. Health benefits aside, its main purpose is to consume 40-watt light bulbs at about the same rate that 105-mm howitzer shells might be used during, say, the first few hours of the Battle of the Bulge. More often dark than light, its name is somewhat misleading.

PHILLIPS SCREWDRIVER:
Normally used to stab the lids of old-style paper-and-tin oil cans and splash oil on your shirt; can also be used, as the name implies, to round off Phillips screw heads.

AIR COMPRESSOR:
A machine that takes energy produced in a coal-burning power plant 200 miles away and transforms it into compressed air that travels by hose to a Chicago Pneumatic impact wrench that grips rusty suspension bolts last tightened 40 years ago by someone in Abingdon, Oxfordshire, and rounds them off.

How many women with PMS does it take to change a light bulb?

September 7th, 2008 by Admin

Q: How many women with PMS does it take to change a light bulb?

A: One. Only ONE! And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don’t even know the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out they wouldn’t be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that they’ve been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past SEVENTEEN YEARS. But if they did, by some miracle, actually find the light bulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the chair that they dragged from two rooms over to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THE STUPID @*!#$% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN! WHY?! BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!! IT’S A WONDER WE HAVEN’T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12 FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS … I’m sorry … What did you ask me?

Atheists changing a light bulb

September 7th, 2008 by Admin

Q: How many Atheists does it take to change a light bulb?

A: One. But they are still in darkness.

For All Those Dirty Minds …

September 7th, 2008 by Admin

These may sound bad but the moral at the end is a good one…

I was scared at first.

It was very wide, and very long,

and it angled straight up.

I decided I had to try it once.

I slowly and carefully eased myself onto it.

It felt weird at first.

Then I got used to it.

I went up and down, and up and down on it.

I was really loving it.

Now I ride on escalators all the time.

I took my fingers and slowly,

and gently stretched it apart.

It was so pure and white.

I licked it once, twice … I found I couldn’t stop.

I licked it faster and faster, and harder.

I began to scrape my teeth against it.

There it was, in my mouth!

All sweet and creamy.

I was done.

And I threw away the outsides of my Oreo cookies.

I squeezed it gently at first,

then a little bit harder.

There seemed to be more and more of it

I moved it towards my lips.

It was a strange and new sensation for me.

I put it in my mouth

and moved it around and around with my tongue.

The time soon came when I knew I had to spit it out.

It was quite an experience.

The 1st time I tasted toothpaste.

They were both round and firm.

There was only the slightest difference between the two.

I took one in my hand and twisted it hard.

I used my other hand to grab the other one

and twist it hard the other way.

Now there’s a brighter light bulb in the living room.

It was very long, kind of thin.

I slid it between my fingers

until I got to the end of it.

I was turning it on.

It became firm in my hands,

and the end was wet.

Then it got very hard and began gushing out of the tip.

Then I took the garden hose and watered the bushes.

I knew it could be done.

I wanted to try but I didn’t know if I could do it.

I called my friend.

He said he knew how to do it and would teach me.

He put his arms around me and started.

I watched nervously in the mirror.

He finally finished and pulled back slowly.

I felt relieved that it was over.

I hate neckties.

It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting.

I wasn’t sure just what I wanted to do with it.

I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to look into it better.

I knew how great it would be if I just started eating it.

But I decided to put ketchup on my burger.

MORAL???

It is not the word that corrupts the mind, but the mind that corrupts the word.

Ivy League Lightbulb Jokes

September 7th, 2008 by Admin

How many Princeton students does it take to change a lightbulb?

Two - one to mix the martinis and one to call the electrician.

How many Brown students does it take to change a lightbulb?

Eleven - one to change the lightbulb and ten to share the experience.

How many Dartmouth students does it take to change a lightbulb?

None - Hanover doesn’t have electricity.

How many Cornell students does it take to change a lightbulb?

Two - One to change the lightbulb and one to crack under the pressure.

How many Penn students does it take to change a lightbulb?

Only one, but he gets six credits for it.

How many Columbia students does it take to change a lightbulb?

Seventy-six - one to change the lightbulb, fifty to protest the lightbulb’s right to not change, and twenty-five to hold a counter-protest.

How many Yale students does it take to change a lightbulb?

None - New Haven looks better in the dark.

How many Harvard students does it take to change a lightbulb?

One - he holds the bulb and the world revolves around him.

How many women with PMS it takes to change a light bulb?

September 7th, 2008 by Admin

Q: How many women with PMS does it take to change a light bulb?

A: One. Only ONE!! And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don’t even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out.

And, once they figured it out, they wouldn’t be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that they’ve been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle, actually find them 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!

AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE STUPID !#$% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN! WHY? BECAUSE NO-ONE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!! IT’S A WONDER WE HAVEN’T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12′ DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS HOUSE!

. . . I’m sorry … what did you ask me?

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