Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2022 1:42 pm
Doublet (Terry)
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On the funny side of the street
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Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2022 3:06 pm
When life is not going your way!
Or a little on drastic side.
Doublet (Terry)
Doublet (Terry)
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 7:22 am
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 8:30 am
Actually I think that was me trying to find the short in the communication bus lines in a Ford Excursion a number of years back. Bus line were down causing a No start .Turn out to be the last thing I unplugged . The power rear tail gate module
. Everything is behind the interior panels or carpet , and none of it comes off with out pulling the seats . 2 days to find it and a day to put it back together . 
Customer did not like that bill . Dave
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 9:07 am
I can imagine the frustration Dave. Electrical gremlins on cars are the worst! After I was in the army I spent a year as electrician in a large bearing factory. I loved working on the machinery there, but it was much simpler, contactors, relays, switches, lots of room. What bothers me most about working on cars today is the lack of room. It's a pleasure to work on our tractors though!
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2022 11:36 am
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2022 12:14 pm
And here's the solution.
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2022 12:21 pm
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2022 4:39 pm
Never happened to me
Re: On the funny side of the street
Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2022 12:17 am
Campfire Humor - "FRIED CHICKEN"
The old farmer was on his deathbed. He had only hours to live when suddenly he smelled the scent of fried chicken wafting into his room. Aaahhhh…He loved fried chicken more than anything else in the world.
With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of bed…Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went. There was his beloved wife, Clair, standing at the stove frying up a second pan of chicken. As he reached towards the platter next to the stove for what might possibly be his last drum stick, he got smacked across the back of the hand with the wooden spoon his wife was holding.
“Leave them alone” she scolded. “They’re for the funeral!” 
Doublet (Terry)
The old farmer was on his deathbed. He had only hours to live when suddenly he smelled the scent of fried chicken wafting into his room. Aaahhhh…He loved fried chicken more than anything else in the world.
With his last bit of energy, he pulled himself out of bed…Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went. There was his beloved wife, Clair, standing at the stove frying up a second pan of chicken. As he reached towards the platter next to the stove for what might possibly be his last drum stick, he got smacked across the back of the hand with the wooden spoon his wife was holding.
“Leave them alone” she scolded. “They’re for the funeral!”
Doublet (Terry)