Ah, Ron, The mental images this conjured up. Loved it. Avery >Purchase the largest can of WD-40 you can find. Drive to his house, ring the >doorbell. When he answers, proceed to chase him around the house, applying >as much WD to his backside as possible as you go, while reading the list's >responses to your post. About half-way through the can, he will become >educated beyond his wildest expectations, safe from rust for all time, and >someone else's customer. It might be wise to have someone video tape the >process. America's Funniest Home Videos might be persuaded to supply the >cash for bail. > >Or you could call Jon to bring a chair over, and Susan for a quick batch of >WD-101 (the palindrome formula, it works the same coming or going) and >attempt to climb onto a WD-101'd chair while yelling at the guy that he's an >idiot, and the WD R&D team gave up WAAAYYYYY too soon. That ought to get his >attention. > >Shouldn't you be able to buy WD-39 on sale somewhere? Or did the cans rust? > >There are days when fantasies like this are the only thing that gets me >through. (seven of them a week) > > Ron
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