gummibearheadsIt sure would be easier to make a workbench if I had a workbench. Lucky for me, I had a big ass hunk of butcher block counter top.
I screwed some lumber to the wall with masonry screws and attached the counter to it. I added some legs and a 2×6 to the front and voila!
I also added some holes for a pair of holdfasts. It’s solid as shit, too bad it’s attached to the wall.
A reportedlr is interviewing a dairy Farmer about his
Interviewer: How much water do they drink a day?
Farmer: Which one? The Black one or the brown one?
Interviewer: Brown one.
Farmer: A couple of litres per day.
Interviewer: And the black one?
Farmer: A couple of litres per day.
Interviewer: I see. What do you give them to eat?
Farmer: Which one? Black or brown?
Interviewer: Black one.
Farmer: It eats grass.
Interviewer: And the other one?
Farmer: Grass.
Interviewer: Why do you keep asking which one when the answers are the same?
Farmer: Because the black one’s mine.
Interviewer: Oh, and the brown one?
Farmer: It’s also mine.
I’ve always been interested in woodworking, I just never had the equipment and space. I always thought you need table saw, jointer, surface planner, routers and gobs of other expensive machines to do it.
A while back I found the YouTube channel of a guy named Paul Sellers. Paul is an old school furniture maker and does so using primary I’ll hand tools. Now he runs a woodworking school and publishes books and tons of social media content (blogs, and videos). His series of videos on making a joiners mallet inspired me to give it a shot. I borrowed a couple hand planes from my dad, and bought a cheap set of chisels from Harbor Freight and went to town.
I quickly found out if I want to do stuff like this, I need a workbench much better than my little Black and Decker workmate.
I decided to build a Roubo style workbench. I was going to make it out of cheap framing lumber, and I was going to do it with mostly hand tools.
Fast forward to now. I have a pile of lumber in my basement, and cleaned out a corner.
What’s it called when a chameleon can’t change its colors anymore?
A reptile dysfunction.
Don’t you hate it when you’re driving along smoking a cigarette, you flick it out the window and you drive for a couple more miles and smell something funny and you look over onto the back seat and sure enough, grandma is fingering herself again.
I just heard some people at the track got shot with a starter pistol!
Police say it’s race related.
My girlfriend said having a four inch penis is OK.
I still wish she didn’t have one.
What do you call spaghetti that hangs out on a street corner?
Pasta-tute.
A blonde gets pulled over for speeding. The cop is also a blonde.
Cop: “Let me see your driver’s license.”
Driver: “What’s that?”
Cop: “A square thing with your picture on it.”
Blonde fumbles through her purse, finds a mirror, sees herself in it, and hands it to the cop.
Cop looks at it, hands it back and says, “I’m gonna let you go without a ticket. I didn’t know you were a cop.”
Good lord, I need this inside me.
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