Or, within 30 minutes of a trailer park.Especially if you are within 30 minutes of a ghetto...
Or, within 30 minutes of a trailer park.Especially if you are within 30 minutes of a ghetto...
Same same!Or, within 30 minutes of a trailer park.
It's the day and age of country-fried ghetto kids who have somewhere along the line, completely lost their identity and wanna play it both ways... Christian, entitled, redneck, heavily ghetto or trailer trash influenced. Garbage humans.
• Phillips screws. They are good quality hardware, and thankfully, no slotted, but still, hex hardware would be better.
Tamiya walks to the beat of its own drummer. We love and hate them for it. But they aren't going to change as long as people keep buying.Tamiya... I am on my forth Tamiya-based semi build. Overall, things go together fairly well, their designs are tried and true. With that, I have some rants...
• Batteries: Do the good folks at Tamiya know that 6-cell NiCDs are no longer in vogue? I don't think so. Granted, there are a couple of lipo pack that do conform to that same form factor, but I don't own any of those packs. I hate having proprietary packs for specific RCs, and run 3S 3ah shortie square packs for most of my rigs, which do not fit in the Tamiya battery trays. Thankfully, there are other places to stuff batteries in their rigs.
• Phillips screws. They are good quality hardware, and thankfully, no slotted, but still, hex hardware would be better.
• Transmissions. The best that can be said for them is that they do work. My biggest gripe is that they are a pain to assemble, especially when the two axles and gear linkages go together, you need six hands. My other gripe is their size, these can be made a lot smaller and compact today. I understand that changing an existing design, especially one that works is costly, but sometimes it is just time.
Kinda sounds like she's related to my good wife - note I was told to add the "good"Every time.. every got-dern time... when I'm getting ready to make a meal/ prepare dinner, my wife decides that this is the most opportune moment for her to invade the kitchen to make herself a snack or whatever. Our kitchen is small and countertop space is in limited supply. And she knows this, but still... doesn't matter how long she's been just sitting on the sofa, relaxing, etc... It's like when she hears me prepping/ starting to cook, her internal hungry-meter goes "ding-ding!" So now I have to not only delay my prep/ meal plans, but to come back into a kitchen filled with dirty utensils, cookware, etc. And yeah... to boil an egg it takes her sixteen pots, eight knives, thirty-two plates, and a fire extinguisher so that's horrible. And her idea of cleaning up the mess is to maaaybe get a dish within about four yards of the sink... no rinse, no soak. She leaves the mess for me. I should tell y'all about the year that she tried to make a Thanksgiving dinner... Ho Lee Sh!t.
This is a rant right hereEvery time.. every got-dern time... when I'm getting ready to make a meal/ prepare dinner, my wife decides that this is the most opportune moment for her to invade the kitchen to make herself a snack or whatever. Our kitchen is small and countertop space is in limited supply. And she knows this, but still... doesn't matter how long she's been just sitting on the sofa, relaxing, etc... It's like when she hears me prepping/ starting to cook, her internal hungry-meter goes "ding-ding!" So now I have to not only delay my prep/ meal plans, but to come back into a kitchen filled with dirty utensils, cookware, etc. And yeah... to boil an egg it takes her sixteen pots, eight knives, thirty-two plates, and a fire extinguisher so that's horrible. And her idea of cleaning up the mess is to maaaybe get a dish within about four yards of the sink... no rinse, no soak. She leaves the mess for me. I should tell y'all about the year that she tried to make a Thanksgiving dinner... Ho Lee Sh!t.
Every time.. every got-dern time... when I'm getting ready to make a meal/ prepare dinner, my wife decides that this is the most opportune moment for her to invade the kitchen to make herself a snack or whatever. Our kitchen is small and countertop space is in limited supply. And she knows this, but still... doesn't matter how long she's been just sitting on the sofa, relaxing, etc... It's like when she hears me prepping/ starting to cook, her internal hungry-meter goes "ding-ding!" So now I have to not only delay my prep/ meal plans, but to come back into a kitchen filled with dirty utensils, cookware, etc. And yeah... to boil an egg it takes her sixteen pots, eight knives, thirty-two plates, and a fire extinguisher so that's horrible. And her idea of cleaning up the mess is to maaaybe get a dish within about four yards of the sink... no rinse, no soak. She leaves the mess for me. I should tell y'all about the year that she tried to make a Thanksgiving dinner... Ho Lee Sh!t.
might have something to do with where you live....here in BCN its probably the best time of the year.FUCK FALL!