...hanging out in the garage cleaning and sharpening chains in front of the wood burner.
OMG man... your work bench is cleaner than your saws‼ That ain't a mans work bench...
Where's the spilt paint, the filthy shop rags (at least one has to have blood on it), the grease stains, the burnt mark where ya' set the torch down, the broken parts, the half eaten sandwich from last summer (with green stuff growin' on it)??
WHERE THE HELL IS THE EMPTY BEER CANS??
You don't even have a single one of your wifes coffee cups sittin' there with screws in it... c'mon man‼
(I hope ya' know I'm just ridin' ya' 'cause ya' left me the opening... a wide open opening)