Bristoe would make an excellent supervisor/CEO. To be most successful one must have the skill of delegating blame. Yes, your inactivity is obviously her fault.
Bristoe would make an excellent supervisor/CEO. To be most successful one must have the skill of delegating blame. Yes, your inactivity is obviously her fault.
Bristoe would make an excellent supervisor/CEO. To be most successful one must have the skill of delegating blame. Yes, your inactivity is obviously her fault.
Spare keys..... I have a new chev pick up It has the electronic key and you can pull out a mechanical key out of the electronic fob that will only unlock the door I asked the dealer if I could get a copy made of just the mechanical key He says sure, for $160. I passed.
You have only ONE key for your truck, and it's up north a bit. You NEED another one in case this one ever goes away and you do not know where it is. I may not be Einstein, but since you need another key, I'm thinking now might be a good time to get one. I'd call the dealer with the VIN#. Problem solved. Plus, you can pick up your tractor tire.
I have two different friends that have keys to everything I got, houses, shop, trucks, boats, etc. Kinda nice not only when I decide to space out my own keys but when I'm outta town they can cover many bases for me if needed.
Of course they'd not only go fetch my tractor tire from a shop if need be but they'd have come over and helped get it off the tractor without buying a bunch of crap to do it alone. Must suck just having virtual buddies.
I have two different friends that have keys to everything I got, houses, shop, trucks, boats, etc. Kinda nice not only when I decide to space out my own keys but when I'm outta town they can cover many bases for me if needed.
Of course they'd not only go fetch my tractor tire from a shop if need be but they'd have come over and helped get it off the tractor without buying a bunch of crap to do it alone. Must suck just having virtual buddies.
You can't just call up a dealership and give them a vend # for a new key. If that were the case, anyone could do it to steal your vehicle. It has to be done by a specific person at the dealership, and you must show proof of ownership.
Stole my wife's Yukon in 2003 by doing this. Perp got the vin off of the truck in front of my house. Got his friend at the dealership to place an order to GM to send a key to the dealership. The friend had a racket going. Stole a bunch of vehicles this way.
I have two different friends that have keys to everything I got, houses, shop, trucks, boats, etc. Kinda nice not only when I decide to space out my own keys but when I'm outta town they can cover many bases for me if needed.
Of course they'd not only go fetch my tractor tire from a shop if need be but they'd have come over and helped get it off the tractor without buying a bunch of crap to do it alone. Must suck just having virtual buddies.
Arky gots friends........
lolol,.......akasparky is one of those people that you delete their phone number.
Cain't do schitt without calling up a whole herd of people assist.
"Hey old buddy, old pal,...what about dropping by to see me? While you're here maybe you can pull this tractor wheel off for me. You'll be driving your pick up, I suppose. The tire place closes in 2 hours. I don't mean to rush you, but,...and by the way. They say they'll have it ready tomorrow. You don't have any plans do you? I'll spring for a Whopper at Burger King. Two for $6. You cain't beat that! Cheese on one costs extra. I never liked cheese on a Whopper. Do you?"
I had kind of forgotten how much fun a man could have when he ain't got a woman scolding his every move. I might have to encourage her to take more trips to Canada.
I'm sittin' here list'nin ta music.
Hank Jr does a good job on this,.....I've been singin' along.
~~~Yeah, and I think I know what my Daddy meant when he sang about the lost highway~~~
Actually, I once brought a couch home in the trunk of an old 70's era Opal Kadet.
It didn't really fit in the trunk. I just opened the trunk and sat it crossways,....tied it in place with the ends of it poking out of each side.
The whole contraption looked like one of them home-made airplanes that somebody built in the backyard of their mud hut in the Congo.
I brought a new 24' extension ladder home with a VW bug, once. Told the wife I rolled down the windows and fed it through left to right....lol. (she never did figure out how I did it.)
I went to see Hank Jr. back in my wild and wooly days. He was playing at Continental Inn in Lexington.
It was a big ballroom with tables and a bar. Waitresses were working their way through a crowd of a few thousand people. I was with this pretty little long haired, *ornery* woman,...I was "urban cowboyed" out,..capped off with a felt Resistol Stagecoach Redding hat. (I've still got it,....one of my few surviving childhood souvenirs)
I got there early and got a table right up front.
Hank Jr put on a hell of a show. He's descended from old southern folks and he knew that the price of a ticket meant something to us old boys and gals who showed up. He played for 3 hours or so,...best concert I ever went to. I was bouncin around to his rhythmic tuens with that little, long haired blond and he'd look at us and grin,...damn good time.
One of his roadies tried to take my girl with him as we were leaving that night. Like I said,...she was ornery. It was apparent that she wanted to go with him. I got in behind her and shuffled her tight little ass towards the door.
It was obvious that she was a bit miffed about the whole thing,...me messin' up her party, and all.
I didn't give a damn,...never saw her again, I don't think.
Didn't matter to me,...hoe is a hoe. That's the only reason she was with me in the first place, truth be told.
You have only ONE key for your truck, and it's up north a bit. You NEED another one in case this one ever goes away and you do not know where it is. I may not be Einstein, but since you need another key, I'm thinking now might be a good time to get one. I'd call the dealer with the VIN#. Problem solved. Plus, you can pick up your tractor tire.
He has a perfectly good reason to say fug it, sit on the porch and sip some hooch. Bristoe has it figured it.
Now if his hooch was locked in the wife's trunk, and she had the keys for that car with her, I'm sure he'd be in contact with the parts department.
It's all about priorities man, Bristoe has it figured out.
It's not all that bad. I have keys for everything except my pick-up. But I had plans for my pick up.
Oh well,....they'll have to wait until the weekend.
I'll shame her into helping me do the chores that got put off when she gets back.
Wow.
Originally Posted by Bristoe
"Wow", what?
Easy there Clydesdale, he's hypersensitive of reality checks.
The real moral to the story is that his wife knows exactly how to keep his drunken azs off the road AND how to get the lawn mowed while shes not there to babysit him.
It's not all that bad. I have keys for everything except my pick-up. But I had plans for my pick up.
Oh well,....they'll have to wait until the weekend.
I'll shame her into helping me do the chores that got put off when she gets back.
Wow.
Originally Posted by Bristoe
"Wow", what?
Hey there Clydesdale, can we be friends? .
The real moral to the story is that my wife hates me, she knows exactly how to keep my drunken azs off the road AND how to get the lawn mowed while shes getting dick from our neighbor. I don't mind he's a nice guy.
You don't keep your keys in your pants pocket? Or do you, and when your wife stuck her hand in your pants pocket, you thought she was trying to be "romantic"?
It's evident that one of them actually wears the pants in the family while the other lays around on the couch all day posting on Internet forum boards at the rate teenagers text .
The show I attended was back in the early 80's. I knew he played good music, but until I attended that show I didn't realize how musically talented he was. I think he played 5 instruments, or so, that night,...and just *belted* music out of his face.
He's also just a regular guy any chance he gets.
I saw him walking the rows at a big gunshow over in Louisville back in the late 80's. I was talking to this vendor that had a lot of Parker Hale sights for sale. Some guy walked up and stood beside me. The vendor immediately ignored me and started talking to the guy.
My first thought was, "That's rude",...and it was, actually.
Then I looked over and Hank Williams Jr was standing next to me wearing Jeans, a flannel shirt,..some Rockport shoes.
I thought he looked like him,..then I saw that big Rolex watch on his wrist,.so I knew it was him.
I asked,....."You Hank Willams Jr?
He says, "Yep",...then took his Parker Hale sights and walked off.
So that was my conversation with Hank Williams Jr.
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