Kid I used to work with said:

"Hand me that torch. Can't be seized-up if it's dripping out in the floor."

Pressurized airline fitting was just straight whoopin his fuckin ass..

I think he wore sunglasses in the shop so he could never see the lightyear-wide greenhorn shitstain he left in his wake. Been three years and I still find one of his fuckups every now and again. His tech manual for every vehicle was the top two or three hits on SploogeToob...

He'd definitely have that lid, the container it's in and everything else in the lab turned to pure watery shit by now.. "What do ya mean it's contaminated? I used a thousand dollar MATCO grinder??!!"

Oddly enough, I miss that little motherfucker every now and again. He was definitely entertaining.

Yeah, you know he drove a fuckin Miata. Convertible..