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FIRST to say this is unbelievable.
Posted by: MOTW | December 21, 2009 at 10:54 AM
He's GOT to be single. OH ..cindy????????
Posted by: Siouxie | December 21, 2009 at 11:08 AM
Check the glue.
Posted by: bonmot | December 21, 2009 at 11:23 AM
What a hobby. Lots of time on his hands. It looks great though.
Posted by: Theresa | December 21, 2009 at 11:47 AM
Awesome.
Incomprehensible, but awesome.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | December 21, 2009 at 11:56 AM
Siouxie, that's what I wrote to Dave - 15 years, gotta be single.
But it is amazing.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | December 21, 2009 at 12:04 PM
The following is a list of things you can do in Indiana:
1. Play basketball
2. Grow corn
4. Go cow-tipping
This is why he had so much available time.
Here endeth the lesson
Posted by: Hammond Rye | December 21, 2009 at 12:17 PM
Just imagine the glue fumes he's sucked up over the last 15 years.
Posted by: Diva | December 21, 2009 at 12:39 PM
Wow. And what a perfect surname for this industrious feller.
Posted by: Graz | December 21, 2009 at 01:44 PM
Hammond:
You forgot:
e. Not build cars
As for all of you who are saying he must be single, Ripley's quotes him as saying, "My wife gets her garage back," which means he must be married...Unless, of course, he means he will once again be using the garage to store his wife, which, given his insane dedication, may not be so unlikely.
"Now that my stagecoach is finished, I can return my full attention to my beloved wife Margaret, who, incidentally, is constructed of 87,412,000 lightly-sanded round wooden toothpicks."
Posted by: Account Deleted | December 21, 2009 at 02:20 PM
But what's holding up the coach?
Posted by: Tash | December 21, 2009 at 03:21 PM
And did we already forget that Indiana is the ball-tapping state?
Posted by: Tash | December 21, 2009 at 03:22 PM
80,000 British pounds from Ripley's????? That's like 1 million US dollars!!! Break out the toothpicks! I'm building something!!
Posted by: Matt | December 21, 2009 at 04:14 PM
scintillating..zzzzzzzzzzzz. but that's awesome actually. maybe his wife left him because he was spending too much time with toothpicks. huh. wgnfarb.
Posted by: queensbee | December 21, 2009 at 04:35 PM
Tash:
We tried.
Posted by: Account Deleted | December 21, 2009 at 06:48 PM
When was Indiana relocated to Great Britain? Or did I miss something?
Posted by: Suzy Q | December 21, 2009 at 07:42 PM
( Finally dawns on the local Denny's manager where all his register desk toothpicks have been going. )
Posted by: Clankazoid | December 21, 2009 at 07:59 PM
Some men will go to unbelievable lengths to avoid the wife..........!
Posted by: Wolfsong | December 21, 2009 at 08:56 PM
Where's the whiffletree?
Posted by: Ralph | December 21, 2009 at 10:53 PM
Now I s'pose he'll make a six-horse harness from dental floss ...
Posted by: O the U(manity) | December 22, 2009 at 12:36 AM
Why ?
Posted by: Spanky | December 22, 2009 at 02:40 AM
Oh, the humanity. All the orphan canapes without toothpicks.
Posted by: Loudmouth | December 22, 2009 at 09:07 AM
Does anyone else wonder how the heck he's going to get that thing OUT of the garage?
Posted by: KLB | December 22, 2009 at 09:19 AM