Now the bad news. My socks are grey, My house is dirty, I am happy.
A milling attachment for my lathe
rather than bragging about my new hack milling attachment i'd like to talk about the grey socks.
I am a slob, I cannot cleanup. It must be genetic, my place is a mess.
grey socks are not pure they stand out from the rest if you accept them as fact it is a mess.
The hell with Dr. Seuss and politically correct. My place is a mess that I cannot correct.
who am i trying to impress
The blacksmith I have yet to meet from my past.
Your place - many may envy you. Me among them.
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