Howdy Patti
How are you?

I know I feel better after that power nap no I wouldn't sleep at work




Oc the last time I had 350heads rebuit it was $350 for the pair.
When you go to replace the gasket check to make sure the head didn't warp.

{{{jimmy}}}

Merle
How are you and Tom doing?

We are doing good, how are you this afternoon

A lot better after that nap And its my Friday

I'm doing better now that I took my pain pills, Thanks for asking doll

That is awesome

Pattis on pain killers watch out
Now hun why are you druged?

Nay they just make me really tired.

Oh I still have pneumonia and now I have 2 cracked ribs on top of it all

Now how many times have I told you to stop drinking and getting half naked and running around outside in the cold

I'm just trying to entertain you will you are out there looking in my window

Yes, that will be a good thing for you

I hope you start feeling better hun

glad I made you laugh


time for a nap the drugs are kicking in

Merle hun hows the job been going?
I haven't heard you talk much about it.

Not, one of mine, but to help cheer ya up


The Girl In The Tool Room

My job is full of heartaches and no wonder I am blue,
It's terrible the awful things that I'm supposed to do.
And if it wasn't for the fact that I'm a virtuous miss,
I wouldn't have the nerve to even finish this.
I had no way of knowing the way the shopmen talk,
But now a dozen times a day my modesty is shocked.
The fellows crowd around me like a lot of crazy fools,
Until they have me dizzy handing out their gosh darn tools.

I don't mind the decent tools, like wrenches, drills and shears,
But what some fellows ask for makes me red behind the ears.
The man repairing bearings comes and asks to see my balls,
And then he laughs and stares at me until the next man calls.

They ask for c**ks to fit on pipes, for counter bores and t*ts,
And when they ask me for a screw, it scares me into fits,
They come and ask for reamers to enlarge their small holes,
They're driving me plumb crazy; darn their rotten souls.

They ask me for a ratchet bit and for bastard files.
They always make dirty cracks as through the screen they smile.
They ask me for a female gauge, and it's a sad, sad, tale,
Because I can't tell the damn things from a male.

One fellow finds his tool too short, another is too long,
The next one says his tool is weak, another one's too strong.
One fellow asked me for waste to wipe a plumber's c**k,
And when I nearly fainted, all he did was gawk.

A foreman looking 'round one day for tools to cut a slot,
Said "Open up your drawers, girl, and show me what you got."
Another came up to me as I returned from lunch,
And asked me with a grin, if I had seen his big prick punch.

And speaking of embarrassment, never shall I forget,
The day the payman asked, "Have you a monthly yet?"
Now how the hell was I to know he meant my monthly check;
By the time they saved him, I'd darned near broke his neck.

I hate to be a quitter, folks will say I lack the guts,
But if I stay another, day this place will drive me nuts.
I really want to do my bit, and that's no doggon bull
But you can have this tool room job; I've got my belly full.

Take care hun




Ok I need to "poof" out of here for a bit

Later {{jimmy}}

It is okay, only had one call, I am only part time