PAST Tennessee GTG @ Mastermind's

[Gentleman]

@Gentleman help moondoggie out with a new avatar

I need to know something about him.
Was he at the GTG?

 

[dall]

yes bruce he was

 

[Redfin]

Thank you sir @awol is a great dude as well. He was very kind in telling me what was happening . I use my saws to pay for hot water for my family. i haven't a clue how to build a saw. (YET)

Is part of my retirement plan i hope .

It was nice to meet you James. I didnt get to shake your hand before you left. Still amazed at the amount of wood you process and sell each year.

 

[Jon1212]

Who is the man that handed more that 2188? i really enjoyed that What homelite did did @Guido Salvage hand me? Homelitenut off of AS was curious. I had to admit it did not know. He asked about the chain pitch too. .404 he was assuming .

James,

If it was the big red and black Homelite with a plastic top cover, it was likely the same 540 @Guido Salvage handed me. First saw I ran that day.

 

[exCanuck]

We'll have our Harley Davidson chainsaw at the FL GTG. Y'all best be bringin' your A game.

 

[Gentleman]

yes bruce he was

What's his real name?

 

[dall]

he said james is his first name

 

[stihl livin]

That's how I remember it.
@Jon1212 12's memory is not very good. He was so happy about that father and son moment with @jake wells everything else was a blur.

So does that make randy jakes uncle?

 

[Mastermind]

So does that make randy jakes uncle?

Yes.

 

[Mastermind]

I remember this situation a little differently...
I was cutting cookies so dang fast at the time with my pipe saw that the exhaust was knocking bystanders to the ground to my right.
A gang of thugs approached and tried to challenge me to a dual but the roar from my saw was so mighty, their shouts of challenge sounded like the surrender of tit-mice in the distance.
I laughed like a titan and shook my flowing blond mane in the wind created by my spinning chain, all was good in the world.
Then came Treachery Most Foul....
As I was distracted by the weeping masses of adoring, would-be woodsmen before me, a particularly loathsome beast from the far off desert snuck upon me from the rear like a jackal and through cowardly sabotage laid low my mighty blade.

The hoard was upon me swiftly.
Disarmed though I was, i fought valiantly against the brood led by a mastermind and his learing henchman Nevik.
I was distracted by the leering and catcalls of Clan Mizzurable, still so smitten with the curvature of my posterior as to be motionless in the distance.
As I combatted the trio of cretins I felt my energy being stripped away by my need for smoked ham and a nap.
I knew I had to finish this melee swiftly or be laid low by my own lethargy so I made a final move to crush my assembled foes.
I thrust my mighty piper into the ground, still full throttle and taching right at 15, 400, with all of the force my mighty sinews could muster.
As I struck the Tectonic plate far below, the work chain held firm and the stone gave way before me, as all things must eventually.
The earth shook, and lightning was drawn from the sky.
In the ensuing chaos strong men were made to crawl in the pasture, calling for their mothers.
As the smoke cleared and light slowly returned to the world, I stood above the throngs bowed in homage to my greatness and did finally relinquish my hold on the trigger.
She spooled down, muffler still cool to the touch and whispered sweet solace to the souls she had vanquished that day.

Cool story bro....

 

[Magic_Man]

I remember this situation a little differently...
I was cutting cookies so dang fast at the time with my pipe saw that the exhaust was knocking bystanders to the ground to my right.
A gang of thugs approached and tried to challenge me to a dual but the roar from my saw was so mighty, their shouts of challenge sounded like the surrender of tit-mice in the distance.
I laughed like a titan and shook my flowing blond mane in the wind created by my spinning chain, all was good in the world.
Then came Treachery Most Foul....
As I was distracted by the weeping masses of adoring, would-be woodsmen before me, a particularly loathsome beast from the far off desert snuck upon me from the rear like a jackal and through cowardly sabotage laid low my mighty blade.

The hoard was upon me swiftly.
Disarmed though I was, i fought valiantly against the brood led by a mastermind and his learing henchman Nevik.
I was distracted by the leering and catcalls of Clan Mizzurable, still so smitten with the curvature of my posterior as to be motionless in the distance.
As I combatted the trio of cretins I felt my energy being stripped away by my need for smoked ham and a nap.
I knew I had to finish this melee swiftly or be laid low by my own lethargy so I made a final move to crush my assembled foes.
I thrust my mighty piper into the ground, still full throttle and taching right at 15, 400, with all of the force my mighty sinews could muster.
As I struck the Tectonic plate far below, the work chain held firm and the stone gave way before me, as all things must eventually.
The earth shook, and lightning was drawn from the sky.
In the ensuing chaos strong men were made to crawl in the pasture, calling for their mothers.
As the smoke cleared and light slowly returned to the world, I stood above the throngs bowed in homage to my greatness and did finally relinquish my hold on the trigger.
She spooled down, muffler still cool to the touch and whispered sweet solace to the souls she had vanquished that day.

@Definitive Dave , with this exemplary and intriguing line of bull *s-word you have strewn using your extraordinary imagination I am convinced that you sir are either a phone sex line operator, or moonlight as an author for those dollar store smut novels with the picture of Fabio on the cover.

 

[dall]

Dave, with this exemplary and intriguing line of bull *s-word you have strewn using your extraordinary imagination I am convinced that you sir are either a phone sex line operator, or moonlight as an author for those dollar store smut novels with the picture of Fabio on the cover.

maybe both

 

[Gentleman]

phone sex line operator

Call and ask for Diamond Dave

 

[Magic_Man]

Call and ask for Diamond Dave

Diamond Dallas Dave - King of the Texas Button.

 

[dall]

Diamond Dallas Dave - King of the Texas Button.

hey now im dallas lol

 

[hseII]

Diamond Dallas Dave - King of the Texas Button.

Nailed It.

 

[Definitive Dave]

ok what is this Texas Button of which you speak?

 

[mdavlee]

ok what is this Texas Button of which you speak?

Decomp Dave

 

[Sherm'n]

I remember this situation a little differently...
I was cutting cookies so dang fast at the time with my pipe saw that the exhaust was knocking bystanders to the ground to my right.
A gang of thugs approached and tried to challenge me to a dual but the roar from my saw was so mighty, their shouts of challenge sounded like the surrender of tit-mice in the distance.
I laughed like a titan and shook my flowing blond mane in the wind created by my spinning chain, all was good in the world.
Then came Treachery Most Foul....
As I was distracted by the weeping masses of adoring, would-be woodsmen before me, a particularly loathsome beast from the far off desert snuck upon me from the rear like a jackal and through cowardly sabotage laid low my mighty blade.

The hoard was upon me swiftly.
Disarmed though I was, i fought valiantly against the brood led by a mastermind and his learing henchman Nevik.
I was distracted by the leering and catcalls of Clan Mizzurable, still so smitten with the curvature of my posterior as to be motionless in the distance.
As I combatted the trio of cretins I felt my energy being stripped away by my need for smoked ham and a nap.
I knew I had to finish this melee swiftly or be laid low by my own lethargy so I made a final move to crush my assembled foes.
I thrust my mighty piper into the ground, still full throttle and taching right at 15, 400, with all of the force my mighty sinews could muster.
As I struck the Tectonic plate far below, the work chain held firm and the stone gave way before me, as all things must eventually.
The earth shook, and lightning was drawn from the sky.
In the ensuing chaos strong men were made to crawl in the pasture, calling for their mothers.
As the smoke cleared and light slowly returned to the world, I stood above the throngs bowed in homage to my greatness and did finally relinquish my hold on the trigger.
She spooled down, muffler still cool to the touch and whispered sweet solace to the souls she had vanquished that day.

After reading all other stories concerning this incident I believe you are the victim of a well planned attempt to overthrow your greatness in obnoxious life. Your ability to relinquish the attack was amazing, awesome power and intelligence most often make the difference in these efforts to unseat a mighty hero as Definitive the Dave. Congratulations on your impressive victory.

 

[T.Roller]

Hi guys I'm new here