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[Begle1]

...has gotta be Smucker's strawberry jam.

[burnt_servo]

is the parent company loctite ?

[dpuckett]

have a little trouble opening the jar, Begle?

[Mark Nixon]

Break out the plasma cutter, assuming it has a tin lid.
Otherwise, a good rinsing under hot water should get it loose.

Mark.

[Tacoclaw]

Maybe you could find a girl to open it for you.

[Begle1]

Maybe you could find a girl to open it for you.

If that's the alternative, it'd be easier to break out the plasma cutter.

[PToombs]

Jeez, don't get him going on that again!
Although I admit it was interesting reading how he got dumped my Mary Jane McAllister in the 2nd grade and it scarred him for life. Or whoever it was.

[Tacoclaw]

Mary Jane McAllister

Sounds hot.

[Mark Nixon]

Sounds hot.

Hotter N' a bombed-to-the 'N'th degree, Non-Intercooled Cummins, BIG sticks, little turbo, with 3.54 gears, automatic trans, pullin' an 8% grade, while grossing 30 thou?

Mark.

[Tacoclaw]

Hotter N' a bombed-to-the 'N'th degree, Non-Intercooled Cummins, BIG sticks, little turbo, with 3.54 gears, automatic trans, pullin' an 8% grade, while grossing 30 thou?

Mark.

Just as hot, but not as beautiful.

[Begle1]

Jeez, don't get him going on that again!
Although I admit it was interesting reading how he got dumped my Mary Jane McAllister in the 2nd grade and it scarred him for life. Or whoever it was.

In the 2nd grade the girl who let me hold her hand and that I then gave the Indian arm-burn to and made cry and was scolded by the lunch lady to never touch again was Anna-Leigh Sanchez.


That one thread in question has some history to it... Two of the girls' names are unique enough that the first thing they find when they type their names into Google is a thread where I am discussing fuel tank installation. A few months after I posted in the thread I ended up in a courtship of letters with one of them; after a month or so until she typed her name in Google and got a little weirded out. We knew each other for three years and talked nightly for six months when I asked to hold her hand and she shot me down in flames the final time because "I loved her more than the God she knew", then she started going through the pews at her church for eligible males and ended up marrying some wanna-be tattoo artist with a Good Enough Diploma six months after meeting him... At least she invited me to the wedding, that was nice of her. I brought the bridal party smoothies that morning; my ex-fiancee was one of the bridesmaids.

[Tacoclaw]

In the 2nd grade the girl who let me hold her hand and that I then gave the Indian arm-burn to and made cry and was scolded by the lunch lady to never touch again was Anna-Leigh Sanchez.


That one thread in question has some history to it... Two of the girls' names are unique enough that the first thing they find when they type their names into Google is a thread where I am discussing fuel tank installation.

You were installing fuel tanks in the second grade?

[Begle1]

No, I was installing fuel tanks in the 12th grade while talking about girls from earlier in my life.

http://www.cumminsforum.com/forum/89-93 ... -here.html

[PToombs]

Hah! I remembered it was the 2nd grade and the girls name was unusual. I didn't think it was Unique though.


You were engaged? I am so not gonna go there! Tonite anyways.

[Begle1]

I've been trying to Google-stalk Anna-Leigh Sanchez from Mr. Tippet's 2nd grade class of 1997 for a long time now to no avail... It's one of the goals in my life to apologize (over intimate candle-lit dinner) but the best I can do is keep talking about her on Diesel web-forums in hopes that she'll find me one day...