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Man- You're always killing it with your awesome stable of toxic masculine, Topps knives, Brah!!
And speaking of "toxic masculinity"- Just this past Thursday early evening, I had just arrived home from a very long hard hot day at work, and was in the process of unloading my carpentry tools out of the back of my truck... when my hot Swedish neighbor came walking up, asking me if I had an axe she could use. I told her to hold on and went opened the garage and brought out a rigging axe and asked it this would work. She said it would be perfect and then went on her merry way; apparently she had a cacti plant she needed removed, cut down to the base.....
So about 10 minutes later after I had all my tools put away.....Being the considerate neighbor I am, I decided to check in and see how this petite damsel in distress was doing. I also brought along my Topps chopper just in case. Just as I had thought, she was struggling; she was definitely in need of a much stronger toxic masculine alpha figure to help her get the job done, safely, as she had only made it about a 1/3 of the way through the cacti plant. So she's eyeing me up and down with a sparkle in her eye (I'm wearing my cowboy hat a surf tank top/carhartt work pants and my big massive Topps chopper in hand).... I tell her, "let me handle this, sweetheart." About 3-4 minutes later, I had the job done....I tipped my hat, bicep completely pumped, And.............Yada Yada Yada....she went up and brought down a couple of cold IPA's......
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For my neighbor (from the look in her eyes anyway), this was kind of like a scene right out of "Cool Hand Luke"....except with the roles, reversed.....
The moral to this story is: I'm really a great caring neighbor and I'm always there to help any one of them out.