If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-shooter in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-alec cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice.
Diary of a Demented Store Owner
Thursday 25 April 2013
Deep Thought From Gary Amber
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-shooter in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-alec cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice.
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EhYup, my Great-Great-Great Uncle Amber (they changed the family name from "Braun" when they came over") used to tell the folks, "Ain't just LEAD that's gonna fly thru the air. It's LEAD that's gonna run down the edge of this here glass." He'd saunter over, real cool-like, to a couple of well-foiled sheets of vitreous embellishment and say, quiet-like, "LEADS gonna be flowing in here Real Soon Now. Real Soon."
He was a man to watch out for, that he was.
R'spctflly y'rs,
G. Brown
Antiquarian (ret.)
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