Behold, the power and the majesty of the Alaska Sawmill chainsaw attachment. And its master, A. This thing made some kick-ass planks. It was very cool.And now, if you'll excuse me, I feel the need to go paint my toenails pink or something. The testosterone stench is making me faintly ill.
P.S. If you ("you"=Roger) want a closer look, just click on the photo.
I scrolled down quickly to get to the comments section and read "kick-ass planks" as "ass planks." I wondered what that meant.
ReplyDeleteYou can almost SEE the testosterone!
ReplyDeleteExcellent! The close-up view of the Alaska Chainsaw Mill at work was informative. I am a bit concerned about how close the other section of log is to the house. Was that a close call? Or just a convenient place to leave the log?
ReplyDeleteNow then, did A. have to buy a peavey to roll those logs around? A man needs his tools, you know.
Yeah, where that log seems awfully close to the house? It IS close. And that is where the tree was, about 2 feet from the house wall and towering right over the chimney. That's why we had it (professionally) dropped. And no, A. did not get a peavey. Know why? Because he's a brute and didn't even need one. He cut the main trunk in half and just shoved and rolled the pieces, BY HIMSELF. You'd think he was on steroids. But I swear, we only fuel him up with pie.
ReplyDeleteholy effin crap. that is friggin' tight.
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