... but it' snot. :facepalm:

Groan

WSS

Ha Ha Ha, a friend says the same thing about his tools and stuff he added to his cars. :lol2:

OUCH on the tools! ;) That'd absolutely suck. That being said, I'm super glad my sweetie knows which of my books are autographed, rare, old, etc. The thought of my Brian-Froud-autographed Dark Crystal graphic novel bought new in 1982 (autographed in the late 90s) going for a quarter at a rummage sale can really get me riled up.

...and just for grins...this one's scary-old and still so true...

That guy's tool problem is plane to see.

It might be worth more than a quarter, but only if you can find the right buyer. And consider if those buyers are going to be unloading their own collections at the time he's trying to sell it.

Consider the value of beanie babies today. Collectibles markets can be a funny thing.

[/says the guy who just had to unload his cousin's lifelong stamp collection]

What glatt said. My 100+ different Beer can collection is worth about a quarter of what it was 20 years ago. :(

I wonder if my 113 different Red Dog beer bottle caps are worth anything?

I wouldn't take less than four blue Skittles for them.

eh hem I see I screwed up there. It should say 1000+ unique cans.
I also have a few bottles, signs etc.

For years Dr. Benson had left his office and gone to Teddy's Bar where Teddy would fix him a daiquiri laced with crushed pecans. One day, however, Teddy ran out of pecans so he substituted with hickory nuts. Dr. Benson sat down and took a sip under Teddy's watchful eyes. He frowned. "Say, Teddy, this isn't an almond daiquiri. Just what is it?"


"I can't lie to ya" Teddy said. "It's hickory daiquiri, Doc".

..the mouse ran up the clock

Shoot, I got the wrong thread again

Two matronly sisters lived together and managed a farm. For years both had an extreme fear of thunder storms and lightning.

One day one of the sisters was visiting a neighbor, and while walking home was caught in a severe thunder storm. Lightning was streaking across the sky and thunder was booming all around. Being totally terrified, she ran to a nearby haystack and buried her head in the hay like an ostrich, so she could not see the lightning or hear the thunder.

With her head buried in the hay, her rear end was exposed, and the wind blew her dress up exposing the long unused part of her anatomy.

Along comes the local stud, and seeing the poor souls predicament, he did the only thing a well endowed stud would do in such a situation. After fully satisfying himself he zipped his pants and went on his merry way.

Soon the sister pulled her head out of the haystack and rushed home, calling to her sister, "Sissy, Sissy, let me tell you something! If you ever get struck by lightning, you'll never be afraid again!!"