Cutting Toothpicks

Cutting Toothpicks, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

I save money by using a circular saw to cut my toothpicks in half. That way I have TWICE as many. Anybody have any bandages?

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Sliders Sunday

The Skillful Art Of Dodging The Challenge, Skill

The Skillful Art Of Dodging The Challenge, Skill, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

Throw in a Skilsaw!

Apparently I am not very skillful at using it by all the rust on it. The hook is just in case I DO use it.

and I most definitely did NOT cheat. After all, I did skillfully compose this shot.

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Our Daily Challenge: Skil Wha? It's Skill? Dang it!

The Quiet Watch

The Quiet Watch, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

Area 51A

Area 51A, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

I already know about AREA 51. I want to know about AREA 51a!

Close Encounters Of The Whatever Kind

Close Encounters Of The Whatever Kind, a set on Flickr.

AREA 51 exist! DUH! I have the photo's to prove it
#AREA51 #Photography

Last Train To London

Last Train To London, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

My left hand and I had a HUGE argument the other night. I've been wanting to go to London, but I can barely afford food so it has to wait. My left hand suggested taking the train to save a lot of money. That's when the HUGE argument started.

I tried explaining you can't take a train to London from California but he stuck himself in my face. That made me mad so I slapped him a couple of times! (which, by the way, turns out to be clapping and totally wrecked the meaning of the gesture) He pinched me, I chased him with a hammer. This went on half the night.

Finally I went to bed. When I awoke, my left hand was gone. I found a note floating in the toilet bowl. (BTW, women, if you ever want a man to see a note first thing in the morning, leave it in the toilet bowl. It's the first place we all go when we wake up. YESSSSS, before are eyes are open sometimes) It simply said, Dear Mr. One Hand, Off to London by train. Have a jolly good time by yourself.

I took my time, showered, got dressed and left for the train station knowing he was never going to find a train to London from California. When I got there, I spotted him across the fence, heading towards a train. I started to yell to him when an announcement came over the loud speakers drowning out my cries. ALL ABOARD! LAST TRAIN TO LONDON FROM CALIFORNIA NOW DEPARTING!

My eyes popped out of my head, my jaw hit the ground, how the ... What the ... It can't ...

Anyway, if any of you fine people in London see a hand walking around by itself, please send it home to California.

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Fenced Friday
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Space, The Final Frontier

Space, The Final Frontier, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

Captain, I believe there is a giant cat hair on our Photon guns.

Mr Speck (I don't want to step on any copyright issues) that's not logical.

Never the less Captain, there IS a giant cat hair on the Photon Guns.

Well, Mr Speck, GO out there and vacuum it off.

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Flickr Friday: The Final Frontier