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Water is heavier than butane because butane is a lighter fluid.
 
RatLabGuy said:
Water is heavier than butane because butane is a lighter fluid.
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mbalbritton said:
If you need to put tiger balm on a sore muscle, make sure you go pee FIRST!!!
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Allegedly Roger Clemens rubbed his sack down with Tiger Balm before every start because it made him mad and he threw harder.
 
I went to a farm equipment auction today just to look around. That’s it. Just to “see what they had.” You know how that goes.

Five minutes in, I realized I had stepped straight into a redneck version of the stock market. The auctioneer’s talking faster than my brain can process, and every guy in a Carhartt jacket looks like he’s training for the Indy 500 of bidding.

There’s this one old boy in bibs yelling numbers before the auctioneer even asks for them. Another guy’s got a notepad out like he’s keeping track of his investments, but I swear he doesn’t even know what’s being sold — he’s just nodding and bidding like a man possessed.

One fella next to me leans over and says, “Don’t scratch your face or you’ll buy a hay rake.” I laughed. Then a guy across the way sneezed, and the auctioneer yelled, “SOLD!” So now I’m not so sure he was kidding.

Then comes a line of equipment that looks like it’s survived four generations, two tornadoes, and one really bad marriage. Rusty, squeaky, but every piece has “a good story behind it,” according to the guy selling it. He says that about everything — “Good old piece right here!” like he’s auctioning off history itself.

A skid steer rolls by with more hydraulic leaks than my grandpa’s knees. Someone yells, “RUNS GOOD!” like that fixes everything. It sold for way too much. The crowd cheered like they’d just watched a touchdown.

There was also this fella with a beard so long he could’ve used it as a chinstrap, telling anyone who’d listen, “If you’re gonna buy, buy early before the smart ones sober up.”
That’s actual financial advice at a farm auction.

Meanwhile, a woman in camo boots is arguing with her husband because he bid on a log splitter they already own. His defense? “This one’s newer.” It wasn’t.

By the end of the day, nobody’s walking out rich, but everyone’s grinning like they just won something. The auctioneer’s voice is shot, people are shaking hands over rusty metal, and someone’s kid is still running in circles pretending to drive a tractor.

I left with empty hands but a full brain, because watching those folks go at it was like attending church for the mechanically inclined — passion, commitment, and absolutely no logic.

Moral of the story?
A farm auction is where common sense goes to die and good stories are born. And I’ll probably go again next weekend.
 
R Q said:
I went to a farm equipment auction today just to look around. That’s it. Just to “see what they had.” You know how that goes.

Five minutes in, I realized I had stepped straight into a redneck version of the stock market. The auctioneer’s talking faster than my brain can process, and every guy in a Carhartt jacket looks like he’s training for the Indy 500 of bidding.

There’s this one old boy in bibs yelling numbers before the auctioneer even asks for them. Another guy’s got a notepad out like he’s keeping track of his investments, but I swear he doesn’t even know what’s being sold — he’s just nodding and bidding like a man possessed.

One fella next to me leans over and says, “Don’t scratch your face or you’ll buy a hay rake.” I laughed. Then a guy across the way sneezed, and the auctioneer yelled, “SOLD!” So now I’m not so sure he was kidding.

Then comes a line of equipment that looks like it’s survived four generations, two tornadoes, and one really bad marriage. Rusty, squeaky, but every piece has “a good story behind it,” according to the guy selling it. He says that about everything — “Good old piece right here!” like he’s auctioning off history itself.

A skid steer rolls by with more hydraulic leaks than my grandpa’s knees. Someone yells, “RUNS GOOD!” like that fixes everything. It sold for way too much. The crowd cheered like they’d just watched a touchdown.

There was also this fella with a beard so long he could’ve used it as a chinstrap, telling anyone who’d listen, “If you’re gonna buy, buy early before the smart ones sober up.”
That’s actual financial advice at a farm auction.

Meanwhile, a woman in camo boots is arguing with her husband because he bid on a log splitter they already own. His defense? “This one’s newer.” It wasn’t.

By the end of the day, nobody’s walking out rich, but everyone’s grinning like they just won something. The auctioneer’s voice is shot, people are shaking hands over rusty metal, and someone’s kid is still running in circles pretending to drive a tractor.

I left with empty hands but a full brain, because watching those folks go at it was like attending church for the mechanically inclined — passion, commitment, and absolutely no logic.

Moral of the story?
A farm auction is where common sense goes to die and good stories are born. And I’ll probably go again next weekend.
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Must be an old story. These days half of it is cheap chinese shit implements and mini-excavators fresh off the boat.
 
I'm not a fan of people putting effort into creating 'patina' or trying to preserve it. I can understand just leaving the body alone when reviving an old car or truck because it has character, but actually putting effort into it seems dumb to me. If you are going to put effort into the body, go ahead and give it a cheap paint job. I feel like I am in the minority with that opinion though based on youtube videos I watch. Some people will sand down the old paint job to give it the 'old' look and clear coat it. That just doesn't make sense to me.
 
drkelly said:
I'm not a fan of people putting effort into creating 'patina' or trying to preserve it. I can understand just leaving the body alone when reviving an old car or truck because it has character, but actually putting effort into it seems dumb to me. If you are going to put effort into the body, go ahead and give it a cheap paint job. I feel like I am in the minority with that opinion though based on youtube videos I watch. Some people will sand down the old paint job to give it the 'old' look and clear coat it. That just doesn't make sense to me.
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Im not a fan of fake patina. But I do like when something has some patina and it gets preserved via clear coat or an oil rub.
 
R Q said:
I went to a farm equipment auction today just to look around. That’s it. Just to “see what they had.” You know how that goes.

Five minutes in, I realized I had stepped straight into a redneck version of the stock market. The auctioneer’s talking faster than my brain can process, and every guy in a Carhartt jacket looks like he’s training for the Indy 500 of bidding.

There’s this one old boy in bibs yelling numbers before the auctioneer even asks for them. Another guy’s got a notepad out like he’s keeping track of his investments, but I swear he doesn’t even know what’s being sold — he’s just nodding and bidding like a man possessed.

One fella next to me leans over and says, “Don’t scratch your face or you’ll buy a hay rake.” I laughed. Then a guy across the way sneezed, and the auctioneer yelled, “SOLD!” So now I’m not so sure he was kidding.

Then comes a line of equipment that looks like it’s survived four generations, two tornadoes, and one really bad marriage. Rusty, squeaky, but every piece has “a good story behind it,” according to the guy selling it. He says that about everything — “Good old piece right here!” like he’s auctioning off history itself.

A skid steer rolls by with more hydraulic leaks than my grandpa’s knees. Someone yells, “RUNS GOOD!” like that fixes everything. It sold for way too much. The crowd cheered like they’d just watched a touchdown.

There was also this fella with a beard so long he could’ve used it as a chinstrap, telling anyone who’d listen, “If you’re gonna buy, buy early before the smart ones sober up.”
That’s actual financial advice at a farm auction.

Meanwhile, a woman in camo boots is arguing with her husband because he bid on a log splitter they already own. His defense? “This one’s newer.” It wasn’t.

By the end of the day, nobody’s walking out rich, but everyone’s grinning like they just won something. The auctioneer’s voice is shot, people are shaking hands over rusty metal, and someone’s kid is still running in circles pretending to drive a tractor.

I left with empty hands but a full brain, because watching those folks go at it was like attending church for the mechanically inclined — passion, commitment, and absolutely no logic.

Moral of the story?
A farm auction is where common sense goes to die and good stories are born. And I’ll probably go again next weekend.
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Best auction I've ever seen was the Racers auction they used to have in downtown Charlotte.
Ain't no money like racing money ...
Watched a 5 gallon bucket of various nuts, bolts, and washers go for 175 bucks ... then the next lot was a full blown, race ready Cup car that only brought 5 grand.
 
Just the other day one of the homeless people that hang around our area was hollering in pain all morning. Always a show at Woodlawn and Old Pineville RD near the light rail. We know him and help him with food every now and again even with shelter. Over the past year he has had been in and out of the hospital about every 2-3 months. He's got a heart condition and he also has cellulitis on his legs bad!!! The cellulitis is why he typically goes to the hospital. About six months ago he was on our property, no pants on because his legs were so swollen and the pain was unbearable to him. In fact he was so swollen he told the first couple people that arrived at work his dick was inside of him and two co-workers confirmed that his balls were the size of cantaloupes. Fortunately that morning I had to be on a job first thing as I am usually one of the first in. Image that would have been burned into my brain forever, avoided!

Anyways back to early this week, the girls up front called an ambulance due to his pain and knowing the heart condition combined with the cellulitis he was due to sponge off the government again. Being homeless he hasn't showered in God knows how long, wearing the same clothes that have probably never been washed, unless he found a hose he could "clean up" with. IF you have a conversation with him in one of his moments of clarity you make sure he is upwind and 20 feet away so you don't smell the stench, of piss and BO. Ambulance shows up, they reluctantly help him into the gurney and put him in the back. Once he is secured the two EMTs come around the other side between the building and the ambulance, all of a sudden do rock paper scissors three times. Losing EMT hangs his head and is visibly unhappy. Winner goes to the front seat and the loser rides in the back with the patient. LMAO

Thanks to first responders who have to do a sometimes thankless job.
 
Loganwayne said:
I may be an asshole but I got a canoe on a deal. Because of it. Made an offer guy wouldn't take it so had to buddies send even lower low ball offers messaged me to come get it today
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That does work about half the time. Or so im told...
 
drkelly said:
Why are we sending aid to Columbia anyway?


Why are we sending aid to ANY country when our national debt is skyrocketing?

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This!!! If they can’t figure it out with everyone buying their stuff. Why are any country’s sending any other country’s money to help out?? Figure your pricing out to make your gdp G2G and then do business.
 
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Money laundering, buy influence, tweak certain things 'our' way, prop up this or that candidate, and /or just growing the government cause everyone knows once a 'program' is in place, it's almost impossible to remove it cause millions of kids would die or something like that.

All presidents have done it, and it seems the masses don't care cause no one does anything about it
 
A shark can swim faster than me, but I'm prett ysure I can outrun a shark.
So in a triathalon it really comes down to who is the better cyclist.
 
If you have a few minutes and you’re bored, go on ChatGPT and ask about the outcome of a fictional battle. Napoleon vs George Washington, Bugs Bunny vs Bad Bunny, whatever. Pretty entertaining.
 
I'm almost 52 yrs old and had to replace my first windshield wiper motor recently. I've never had a motor go bad before. The vehicle is a 2014 Honda Pilot. The wipers started moving slower and slower, and then stopped moving at all. Replacement was easy, and not very expensive.
 
Andy J. said:
If you have a few minutes and you’re bored, go on ChatGPT and ask about the outcome of a fictional battle. Napoleon vs George Washington, Bugs Bunny vs Bad Bunny, whatever. Pretty entertaining.
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this is totally worth 100 acres of farm land / forest being decimated for a server farm
 
benXJ said:
wonder how many of these 60+ year old 'no kings' and 'no ICE' mo-rons would be OK being hit and killed by an drunk illegal alien?
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Well if they are any good at math they should be onboard.
The incidence rate of DUIs among illegal aliens is lower than the native population.
The per-capita DUI rate is actually going to go UP, along with other crime rates.

Statistics are a bitch sometimes.
 
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