Stopping at the store have you gotten the look?

5 minutes??? Gotta try sharper chains Jack...

 

A dull chain would be cruel.

 

Would ya call that a pee pee whacker ?

 

Ya know they have man makeup now
I guess you could say , dirt, sweat, chips, grease n oil is my man makeup

 

No make up for this old fart, you can't polish a turd.

 

When girls were girls and men were men.

 

I got the "look" from a few folks today when I stopped to get some beer after cutting a load of logs. I was sweaty, covered in sawdust and smelled like race fuel. I just smiled and said have a good night x

 

Yeah , ya just know when your getting the look

 

I live in Alabama - it's really hard to get "the look"

 

Just a bunch a good ol boys down thar

 

Chicks dig the smell of diesel on man

 

The funny looks I get are driving a rusted out Chevy with a heaping load of splits...not sure if they're thinking you need that much firewood in August, or waiting for the truck to break in two

 

I am a school principal. Most see me in shirt and tie, etc. I find that I can be practically invisible when I have on work shorts or jeans, tee shirt, sweat shirt, or Carhartt depending on the weather, topped off with a Stihl baseball hat or a Stormey Kromer.

It actually is nice to be not recognized on the weekend in my profession!

 

I bet it is

 

It is part of my "split personality." I'm probably the only school adminstrator in NY that has pushed a diversion ditch with a D4 Cat, loaded a trailer truck of logs with peaveys, raked hay, drove in a ice race on a pond with '73 Maverick, and hauled 17 loads of corn silage in a day with a John Deere 4520!
It really helps my credibility with some of my boys-I lead in a school in a rural section of upstate NY.

 

Only if you put your shoes into individual fleece bags.

 

this seems appropriate ,

 

AN OLD WOMAN WALKED UP AND TIED HER OLD MULE TO THE HITCHING POST.
AS SHE STOOD THERE, BRUSHING SOME OF THE DUST FROM HER FACE AND CLOTHES, A YOUNG GUNSLINGER S...TEPPED OUT OF THE SALOON WITH A GUN IN ONE HAND AND A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY IN THE OTHER. THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER LOOKED AT THE OLD WOMAN AND LAUGHED, "HEY OLD WOMAN, HAVE YOU EVER DANCED?"
THE OLD WOMAN LOOKED UP AT THE GUNSLINGER AND SAID, "NO,... I NEVER DID DANCE... NEVER REALLY WANTED TO."
A CROWD HAD GATHERED AS THE GUNSLINGER GRINNED AND SAID "WELL, YOU OLD BAG, YOU'RE GONNA DANCE NOW," AND STARTED SHOOTING AT THE OLD WOMAN'S FEET.
THE OLD WOMAN PROSPECTOR -- NOT WANTING TO GET HER TOE BLOWN OFF --STARTED HOPPING AROUND. EVERYBODY WAS LAUGHING. WHEN HIS LAST BULLET HAD BEEN FIRED, THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER, STILL LAUGHING, HOLSTERED HIS GUN AND TURNED AROUND TO GO BACK INTO THE SALOON.
THE OLD WOMAN TURNED TO HER PACK MULE, PULLED OUT A DOUBLE-BARRELED SHOTGUN, AND COCKED BOTH HAMMERS.
THE LOUD CLICKS CARRIED CLEARLY THROUGH THE DESERT AIR, AND THE CROWD STOPPED LAUGHING IMMEDIATELY.
THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER HEARD THE SOUNDS, TOO, AND HE TURNED AROUND VERY SLOWLY. THE SILENCE WAS ALMOST DEAFENING. THE CROWD WATCHED AS THE YOUNG GUNMAN STARED AT THE OLD WOMAN AND THE LARGE GAPING HOLES OF THOSE TWIN BARRELS.
THE BARRELS OF THE SHOTGUN NEVER WAVERED IN THE OLD WOMAN'S HANDS, AS SHE QUIETLY SAID, "SON, HAVE YOU EVER KISSED A MULE'S azz?"
THE GUNSLINGER SWALLOWED HARD AND SAID, "NO M'AM... BUT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO.
THERE ARE FIVE LESSONS HERE FOR ALL OF US:
1 - Never be arrogant.
2 - Don't waste ammunition.
3 - Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
4 - Always make sure you know who has the power.
5 - Don't mess with old people; they didn't get old by being stupid.