Is there a sexier way to spend a Friday night than to spend it sanding putty from the ass end of a 48 Chevy. I really don't think so. It was unfortunate that after we got home at 11, that all I could taste was dust. Whatever cancer I will no doubtable be struck with because of our ever increasing shitty environment I am bound to get when I'm older, it will no doubt come a year sooner.
Tonight, I sanded a new and more exciting fender; bringing the fender total to: Me - 2, Troy - 0. After that I helped Troy sand off a layer of putty that he put upon a layer of fiberglass. EXCITING.
I used this block to sand. Troy bought them not to long ago. I think that they are made of black air because they are so light.
All that green shit is what we sanded.
The man with the crazy plan! If you want to read his blog on the truck, please click here. Realize he's not as prolific as I am.
This is what I had to look at all night.
This is pretty much what I did all night.
These shoes are in reality brown.
That was my friday night. Later, I tried to choke down some water but it tasted like a cross of metal and ass, and I prefer one or the other but not both.
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