sometimes I'm a good boy, and don't swear... other times i curse like a one eyed carpenter...
for those who don't know what i mean, well lack of depth perception and the use of hammers and other tools, makes for some... well let us just call it... interesting strings of terminology.
I knew a guy who was a carpenter... not a one-eyed one, mind you but he was old and his sight was starting to go... more than a bit too... anyhow... i hung around his shop when i was a kid... learned how to do alotta things. like make stuff outa wood, identify wood by it's scent, and swear like no tomorrow...