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Be careful if you have an old Volkswagen Beetle involved in the jump.
A woman was stopped in her VW Beetle along the side of the road. Since she was having car trouble, she went to the front of the car and opened it up. She panicked when she saw that there was no engine there.
Shortly after, a man came along in his VW Beetle. She told him there was no engine. He went to the back of his Beetle, opened it, and said "Whaddaya know, I've got an extra engine back here."
Posted by: oneblankspace | February 20, 2014 at 03:43 PM
BWAA HAHAHA - Cant wait for this to come out to the stores (of course as a real man I wont actually go to the store physically, but order it on Amazon and have it delivered to my door since I am afraid to go out of doors to an actual store)
Posted by: CoastRaven | February 20, 2014 at 03:55 PM
you could start by taking out the garbage...
Posted by: queensbee | February 20, 2014 at 04:27 PM
John Wayne movies are a fine source of manly instruction, Pilgrim.
Posted by: Clankazoid | February 20, 2014 at 05:32 PM
Excellent, Dave. I feel manlier already for reading it (on the internet).
And for those who think Dave was joking about remembering song lyrics you haven't heard since 1963, all I can say is "Blame it on the Bossa Nova, the dance of love."
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | February 20, 2014 at 05:35 PM
A delightful read for enjoying with your cocoa and pajama onesie.
Posted by: NurseCindyFanClub | February 20, 2014 at 06:04 PM
If you turn the jacket on Dave's book inside out, it has a fake cover printed on the other side, so it can appear that you're reading "Custom building the transfer case & manifold for the 1968 Chevrolet Corvette."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 20, 2014 at 10:06 PM
Two little girls, ages maybe 3 and 4 wandered into my parking space as I was pulling in. But I stopped until their mother has corralled them. I didn't even cuss.
In the store, every time they turned a corner and met me, they waived, grinned and said, "HI! Hiiii!" And I would wave back.
It was the manliest thing I did all day and it was enough.
Posted by: Steve | February 20, 2014 at 10:19 PM