Forged from a shaft from a piece of mining equipment. Custom made for one of Walhalla’s bootmakers or for a do it yourself shoe repairer.Found during construction of the Print shop.
Ok. Just to refresh the game -
Who can guess what this is? Limit 500 entries per person.(Here’s a clue: There may be some fogergy involved!)
Chats: Mingle! (... respectable manner guys.. Incoherency is accepted, and expected...long as its repktbull. LOL).
Bring the red, your jokes. I'll provide the munchies, and the floor space to sprawl out or the crawl space to lay out. The YouTube is playing in the corner..feel free to make a selection and PUMP UP THE MUSIC!
A tourist visiting old Tucson strolled to a blacksmith's shop just after the smithy had placed a red-hot horseshoe on a metal bench. Before he could be warned, the oblivious visitor picked up the shoe, then instantly dropped it. "Are you badly burned?" the concerned blacksmith asked. "Nah," the embarrassed tourist replied. "It just doesn't take me very long to look at a horseshoe."
Sorry AJ.. no blacksmiths......
Though your thoughts of 'hot, sweaty, black, men'.....was a good one. I'm still there..... mmmm
LOL
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LOL...Sorry though.. nothing 'picky' about this one, but I 'dug' your answer. Very good very good.
Maybe 'that' escapee(s) managed it soley by their wits alone.....
Three convicts escape from prison. They make it to a nearby town but are confonted by a policeman. "Hey, aren't you those three escaped convicts?", asked the policeman. Thinking on his feet the first convict looked around him and said "no, I'm Mark, Mark Spencer", "The second followed his lead and said "My names is William, W H Smith". The third said "My name is Ken.....TuckyFriedChicken"
Even I wouldn't say an outdoor dunny or an IUD *Big Grin*
Here we go, this is my guess for the night.
It is a metal wedge used to split wood and it is above or sitting on a piece of a redgum log.
It's Chezza by the way.
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Larry the woodworker called his boss and said: "Hey, boss I'm not coming to work today, I'm really sick, I got a headache, a stomach ache, my leg hurts, I just can't make it in."
The boss says: "Larry I really need you today. When I feel sick like that I go to my wife and tell her to give me sex. That makes me feel better and I can go to work. You should give it a try."
Two hours later Larry the woodworker calls again: "Boss, I did what you said and I feel great, I'll be in right away. By the way, you sure got a nice house."
hi dee - sorry I don't play the guessing game as I have a very short attention span and can't concentrate for that long. I did just drop by however to let you know that my nephew looks just like daniel johns. Just saw the new silverchair clip (well for the 20th time today) and they look identical. Also that I think my son should grow his hair like the lead singer from Jet. He's pretty cool. Also I saw this cool film clip on the country channel and it's called "who took the O out of country". Man, that cracks me up every time I see it. Cat.
Np's...(Hey..right now my son is looking way too much like James Hetfield; lead singer from Metallica LOL). I can identify... I think you were on the right track the first time... I AM becoming a YouTube addict. "What The?" is not everyone's cuppa tea...some people have better things to do...oooh such as washing their hair LOL.
Snowy.... There's one friend feelin a little under the weather tho... I need you to help with the babysitting. If shes back under the bed again can you let me know. (Smiles) Dee
Nup.. not silverchair nor the back of your favourite lawn chair (its sole purpose - the lengthy contemplation over whether you should or shouldn't mow the lawn).
Have a good night sleep Snowy - tomorrow's Sunday which of course is a great day set aside for more contemplation.
And now for my joke:
The Stuttering Cat
A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. "Human beings are the only animals that stutter", she says.
A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered",she volunteered.
The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.
"Well", she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the rottweiler who lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!
"That must've been scary", said the teacher.
"It sure was", said the littlegirl.
"My kitty went 'Fffff, Fffff,Fffff'... and before he could say "Fuck," the rottweiler ate him!"
Now THAT is a classic!!!!!!!!!
I laughed out loud so much the kids came down the corridor to see what was so bloody fantastic on the telly!
Sorry not a hand rail... comes in handy though.
Oohhh I missed a line from Chezza's earlier comment. Yes, probably is sitting on a piece of redgum log.
Now that would've been a handy dandy tool in them days... I like your deductive thinking there young laddy. (Big smiles)
Bit of trivia: TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters on only one row of the keyboard.
It is part of the days (tool/aid) when things were done manually rather than automatically or processed in a factory. Hang on a minute....hmmm... not sure if that much has changed actually with this field/subject/object.
(Bonus joke just for the heck of it! LOL)
Bilingual Dog:
A police dog responds to an ad for work with the FBI. "Well," says the personnel director, "You'll have to meet some strict requirements. First, you must type at least 60 words per minute."
Sitting down at the typewriter, the dog types out 80 words per minute.
"Also," says the director, "You must pass a physical and complete the obstacle course."
This perfect canine specimen finishes the course in record time.
"There's one last requirement," the director continues; "you must be bilingual."
With confidence, the dog looks up at him and says, "Meow!"
Glad to see your still got the patriotic juices flowing KittyCat.
Sorry not an aboriginal artefact Im saddened to say.
How you handlin the country & western music over there? Songs like....
"They May Put Me In Prison But They Can't Stop My Face From Breaking Out"...
Thankfully they're not all made to 'last', much like me....ooooh is it 'that' time... yawnnn...zzz....Ooopss mmm think its time for me to sprawl out. Night..thanks for the laughs tonight guys. (Big smiles) Dee
"How did it happen?" the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.
"Well, doc, 25 years ago..."
"Never mind the past! Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."
"Like I was saying... 25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my room. She asked me if there was anything I wanted.
I said, "No, everything is fine."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" she wanted to know.
"I reckon not," I replied.
"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What the hell does this story have to do with your broken leg?"
"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"
Oh I certainly hope the game doesn't 'last' that long...but you know it can't be discovered without your (everyone's) weird and wonderful guesses. Then I can hide some mysterious cryptic clues in the reply.... until.......... Well, I hope no falling off of roofs or breaking legs are involved. Let's just keep the injuries down to a minimum, shall we, such getting one of those annoying inconvenient stitches in the side. ha ha
Love blues singers, soul music.. my fav's. Nah..no sneakers - I think you're the only sneaky little soul. (cough, chuckle). Somehow (*squinty eyes and grin*) I get the feeling that you're having fun 'dancing' round the issue.. LOL.
Of course, you mightn't be at all...just me giving you far more credit to your wicked ways. LOLOLOL....
I just read your admission regarding the redgum log. I believe I should be awarded half a prize for that guess, as you didn't exactly say which part of the photo was the "What The" did you or did you??????
You know that object just seems so familiar to me, but I just can't come up with an answer that hasn't already been said. Yes I did spend a bit of time on it over night, but I see my suggestions have already been taken.
Is it a flintstone and I don't mean Fred or Wilma! or I do mean Fred and/or Wilma if they are the correct answer?
Miles of smiles,
Chezza <:-)
Q: How is Saddam like Fred Flintstone?
A: Both may look out their windows and see Rubble.
I quite agree with you - I need to definitely concede some reward points (or is that frequent flyers) to you regarding the 'redgum' omission.
I, actually, lost some sleep over this realisation, and hope this, aids in some small way towards (gleeful) vindication/payback (over this entry or What The?s from past) hee hee.
And as such, I need to read your comments here very carefully... readin' readin' readin’...(two long hearty comments….some 20 mins later)..still readin’ - don't rush me. ha ha But damned if I'll let myself slip again by giving you the 'shaft' with the wrong answer or an incomplete lack lustre reply.
Ok.. 1. Funny how it seems somehow vaguely familiar. I know many from our age bracket and up would no doubt recognise it immediately once you know what it is.
2. Yes got your niggly query over my 'directions' and have replied (luckily...before seeing your comments; otherwise I'd feel twice as guilty ha ha). There are some cagey cryptic clues lying within the commas. Not 100% guaranteed, as I tend to overuse them, and which garden path they lead to, I cannot answer…dunny destination or otherwise.
3. For the umpteenth time (shesssshhhh LOL): No stones; no kidney stones; no throwing stones; no flint stones. No Freds, Wilmas or Rubbles. No Barnies either LOL.
4. No silver stakes to slay vampires...(ooohhhhh I would've enjoyed that as a What The? entry.. hmmmm).
5. No anchor points securing railway tracks. No railways. No trains; no tracks, this time.
Phewwww... I hope I got everything this time or you will want to severely 'kick' me up the behind.
Forged from a shaft from a piece of mining equipment. Custom made for one of Walhalla’s bootmakers or for a do it yourself shoe repairer. Found during construction of the Print shop.
Wondered where all the bowl of chips went.... busy reading comments here, answering comments there.. go to dip my hand in the bowl and it came up empty!!!
Someone was nice enough to refill my glass though.
Great party guys. Len.. all the others... come again to the next one. Don't be shy now y'all!
Night.
(It's ok... leave the mess.. I'll clean it up in the morning)
xox
Dee
