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Re: RESTAURANTS
Just wear a shirt that says "WILL WORK FOR FOOD". A year's supply of food.
Re: 1950-60’s Norge gas stove
Larry we have a similar place here in Rhode Island. They have stuff tucked away in there upstairs storage room that goes back to Columbus.
Re: Ban gas-fired cooking equipment?
I agree. It is ironic that fart fans exhausting outdoors are code, and outside venting range hoods are mostly not.
Re: Best nicknames on HH, all time?
Frank from Philly was good handle. He had a great sense of humor and a way with words. Maybe a bit too edgy and opinionated for some.
Frank from Philly
once volunteered:
"I weigh 205 totally nude. I stand 5'10" totally nude. I am no longer in
demand, totally nude...
I yewsta be 2 inches taller, but I wore it off walkin' back and forth to the
truck, fergettin' stuff...
I am into bodybuilding, but only between my pelvis and my nipples... This
has caused me to become a roll model. An Italian roll model. Totally nude,
my body looks like an Italian roll. Plump in the middle, tapering to blunted
points on the ends...
Ellen Rose now requires that the lights be turned out before I enter the room
for "relations". 'Cause once she starts that laiffin', she can't stop, and I haffta
leave the room...
Hey. Why you wanna make me out to be a big Palooka? I ain't a Pollock!
Ah'm an Irish-Kraut-Dago. Mostly Dago. A true American mongrel that
looks Italian... Wit' a musstash... Though my last name is Hierholtzer, I look
like a pepperoni salesman. People think Ah'm lyin' when I tell 'em my name.
So I tell 'em that's the name the FBI gimme after the trial...
And yeah, Deniro looks like me. I ain't got a mole tho... He's got a mole
don't 'e?...
Ah'm gonna get one'a them fancy highender camriz pretty soon. Then Ah'll
take some shots 'a myself and put 'em up on the wall... Hey, if ya like me,
then good fer you. And if ya don't, then maybe you gotta turn the lights out...
Either way, I AM Frank from Philadel-phi-ay.
What a sin, oh Tin, to ever lose our grin, from fretting about what might have
bin...
That has nuttin' to do wit' what we bin tawkin' about. Does it? It just popped
into my head...
Well, I gotta go. Gotta get a shower. Rough day. And I don't want Ellen
Rose to see me totally nude at this computer. I hate when she starts that
fallin' down laiffin' an' all. It really ain't necessary...
"
Frank from Philly
once volunteered:
"I weigh 205 totally nude. I stand 5'10" totally nude. I am no longer in
demand, totally nude...
I yewsta be 2 inches taller, but I wore it off walkin' back and forth to the
truck, fergettin' stuff...
I am into bodybuilding, but only between my pelvis and my nipples... This
has caused me to become a roll model. An Italian roll model. Totally nude,
my body looks like an Italian roll. Plump in the middle, tapering to blunted
points on the ends...
Ellen Rose now requires that the lights be turned out before I enter the room
for "relations". 'Cause once she starts that laiffin', she can't stop, and I haffta
leave the room...
Hey. Why you wanna make me out to be a big Palooka? I ain't a Pollock!
Ah'm an Irish-Kraut-Dago. Mostly Dago. A true American mongrel that
looks Italian... Wit' a musstash... Though my last name is Hierholtzer, I look
like a pepperoni salesman. People think Ah'm lyin' when I tell 'em my name.
So I tell 'em that's the name the FBI gimme after the trial...
And yeah, Deniro looks like me. I ain't got a mole tho... He's got a mole
don't 'e?...
Ah'm gonna get one'a them fancy highender camriz pretty soon. Then Ah'll
take some shots 'a myself and put 'em up on the wall... Hey, if ya like me,
then good fer you. And if ya don't, then maybe you gotta turn the lights out...
Either way, I AM Frank from Philadel-phi-ay.
What a sin, oh Tin, to ever lose our grin, from fretting about what might have
bin...
That has nuttin' to do wit' what we bin tawkin' about. Does it? It just popped
into my head...
Well, I gotta go. Gotta get a shower. Rough day. And I don't want Ellen
Rose to see me totally nude at this computer. I hate when she starts that
fallin' down laiffin' an' all. It really ain't necessary...
"
Re: Ban gas-fired cooking equipment?
I guess when you grow up in a house with knob, and tube wiring. No ground wires to outlets. No GFCI outlets. No arc fault protection. With out any incidents of electrocution.
Rode bikes both motor, and bicycle with out helmets.
Rode in a car with no airbags, no seatbelt requirements, infant car seats were no where near today’s standards.
Burned leaves in the city limits at the curb in the fall , and few complained.
Lead paint, and leaded gasoline(god I miss that smell) premium mmmm,
Rode bikes both motor, and bicycle with out helmets.
Rode in a car with no airbags, no seatbelt requirements, infant car seats were no where near today’s standards.
Burned leaves in the city limits at the curb in the fall , and few complained.
Lead paint, and leaded gasoline(god I miss that smell) premium mmmm,
Re: Ban gas-fired cooking equipment?
I guess when you grow up in a house with knob, and tube wiring. No ground wires to outlets. No GFCI outlets. No arc fault protection. With out any incidents of electrocution.Well.
Rode bikes both motor, and bicycle with out helmets.
Rode in a car with no airbags, no seatbelt requirements, infant car seats were no where near today’s standards.
Burned leaves in the city limits at the curb in the fall , and few complained.
Lead paint, and leaded gasoline(god I miss that smell) premium mmmm,
That explains a lot.
Re: Ban gas-fired cooking equipment?
Bring it up in Kalifornia. Sure to pass.
I would have said it's because the teapot has a whistle.
Re: NO WAY TO TREAT A PORSCHE
The OP likes to type. Some editing and paragraph indents and I just might read it.
