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Read: Tommy sold a six-pack of oil to one customer... :buttkick: .

Too funny. I'm not even sure why Tilton has a website...it's not like it's ever kept up to date!

You can still get the non-X-Torq 2171s, can't you? .

Gotta run...the Emily Deschanel Show starts in one minute on Fox!

I thought that was your money...she was all fussin' cause the 7/11 said they wouldn't take a $20 bill with a picture of Robert E. Lee covered in Brylcream. .

They gotta roll 'em out...danm things vibe so hard if they not on wheels they'll crawl right back up ya leg. Which come to think of it might be why you like to sell Steal. .

Can such a thing exist? .

Yeah, I heard ol' Tommie was gettin' above his raisin'...which as you know means he was almost up to the level of gutter-snipe...somebody gotta put that ol' sumbench back where he belongs. Might as well be me. .

460? Is Steal still pawning that old buzzanchor off on the unsuspecting public? Hell I thought the last a'them woulda been in a artificial reef somewhere off the coast of Australia.

Just came by to give you a quick axe-whoopin. (I gotta little reminder set on the system so's anytime someone starts a thread with words like 'Stihl Rant' or 'Stihl Sucks Monkey Balls' I get a text alert...) .

And if you think it's bad for icons, you should see how bad it is for the programs themselves. Now where's that buttkicking smiley when I need it...hell's bells... .

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I don't know this guy, but he's obviously got a good thinker on top of his neck.

Yeah, me an Manual used to whoop yer axe pretty good, ya hornschwaggling donut hole. I miss that sum#####, Manual. Stuck up for the little guy every time, he did. Except for Stihl...that was one little guy he had no luv fer.

Lays BBQ? I think I'd rather eat hickory-smoked dogsh!t. .

Now, see, what a lot of you don't know is the story of how I met ol' Tom T. Hall. I was new to the countryside, and didn't know a soul. Months went by, and I started getting bored. Next thing I knew, ol' Hall come a'knocking on my door. I answered, and he introduced himself. "Name's Hall...

Thank you for the welcome gentlemen...I guess me an Book felt like ol' Tom T. Hall was getting above his raisin.' An ol' Stihl varmint like him needs to be reminded where he came from in this world, and where he belongs as a result. Ya see, it's like my pappy always tol' me...you can take...

Hit you? Huh...wouldn't be but two sounds then. Me hitting you, and me calling Ultra to come backhoe your grave out behind the shed. .

And be deathly afraid of a man with a jar and spell-check. .

It's what Tommy knows most about... (Wassup BookerDOG!!)