Gut Rumbles

January 11, 2006

the right tool

I'm getting sick and tired of steve H. writing post after post about his goddam work bench. Who gives a shit? Once he gets his Bench of the Wonder-Gods set up, he'll probably cut a finger off with a table saw and blog for a fricking week about that, then put the bench in a corner where it will quietly rot from neglect.

He ought to stick with cooking, making home brew, fucking with Nigerian scammers and poking sharp sticks into Pajama Media's eye. He's good at that.

He needs to get one of these and be done with it. That way he can just smash a finger instead of cutting one off.


No. No. No!

ANYthing to keep him away from the Nigerian spammers!

Posted by: Desert Cat on January 11, 2006 11:03 PM

Jam it, degenerate. I'm going to do a 2,000-word workbench extravaganza tomorrow, complete with photos and a podcast.

Posted by: Steve H. on January 11, 2006 11:27 PM


Posted by: Desert Cat on January 11, 2006 11:36 PM

And he needs to go back to writing about what happens when he tries to date some crazy assed latina. That's the shit that's entertaining.

Posted by: Sticky B on January 12, 2006 02:38 PM

It's finished. BFD but he's proud of it so bless him. I guess I'd feel the same way if I could play the piano.

Posted by: MM on January 16, 2006 05:16 PM
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