I'm with ya guys, if Dad came back from the grave and walked in on me humped over a workbench, heating a 1911 with a hairdryer and smearing spearmint smelling goo on with a toothbrush, I can imagine his face.
He would say "puppy, give me the singer sewing machine oil and throw that foo foo in the garbage" then if I told him what I paid he would grab his chest.....
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