Confessions, albeit trifling ones

@fmf said
The only way I can make it go is with a gelatinous, thixotropic substance called swarfega.

A pal of mine whose hobby was tinkering with old cars died last year.
His wife put his ashes in an old swarfega jar. She said he was always cleaning himself with it so he would feel right at home.

@fmf said
Your confessions on this thread, please, although they should be about relatively trifling matters.

I have no preference for skinny blondes. I like my women black haired and thick. So looking at the typical model runway or Miss Universe etc is boring.

@rajk999 said
I have no preference for skinny blondes. I like my women black haired and thick. So looking at the typical model runway or Miss Universe etc is boring.

My women are like my coffee.
Cold and bitter.

@the-gravedigger said
My women are like my coffee.
Cold and bitter.

Those are good too .. they make good conversationalists, especially after a few tequila shots.

@rajk999 said
I like my women thick.

IME, most of them are.

My confession: I once looked with lust at a fourteen year old girl. The reason it's trifling is that I was not quite fifteen years old myself.

@rajk999 said
I like my women black haired and thick.

Lauren Boebert?

@fmf said
Your confessions on this thread, please, although they should be about relatively trifling matters.

When I was 10, I thought I could recharge old flashlight batteries by simply plugging an electrical cord into a wall outlet then holding each wire on each end of the battery. The results were NOT pretty!

That was the beginning (and the end) of my role as junior scientist. 😕

@mchill said
When I was 10, I thought I could recharge old flashlight batteries by simply plugging an electrical cord into a wall outlet then holding each wire on each end of the battery. The results were NOT pretty!

That was the beginning (and the end) of my role as junior scientist. 😕

Quality experimentation though.

I did a similar thing once when my parents were out; decided to see it if I could melt my Dad’s steel roll-up tape measure by heating the end of it on the electric bar fire. It was one of those fires with the electric wire coiled around a heat resistant bar.

Anyway for ease of experimentation I rested the the extended ruler on the protective chromed grill and slid it towards the coil…

The fire short-circuited and basically blew up as it was drawing probably a kilowatt, melted the switch gear, ejected clouds of toxic smoke into the lounge and welded the steel ruler to the grill.

I was probably lucky to have not been killed, although it felt like I was when my parents got home.

Edits typos. 🙄

@divegeester said
Quality experimentation though.

I did a similar thing once when my parents were out; decided to see it if I could melt my Dad’s steel roll-up tape measure by heating the end of it on the electric bar fire. It was one of those fires with the electric wire coiled around a heat resistant bar.

Anyway for ease of experimentation I rested the the extended ruler on the p ...[text shortened]... cky to have not been killed, although it felt like I was when my parents got home.

Edits typos. 🙄

Life is not easy for the junior scientists! 😏