Nervous Guy

I saw something on Ask this Old House that is similar. They raised a settled walkway a few inches by drilling through the existing walkway then pumped in cement under the walkway raising it by using hydraulic pressure. It was kind of cool and seemed to be a somewhat commonly used technique. You could check it out. http://elliottleveling.com/faq_concrete.html

say...maybe we could put that on the banner as our slogan. "TBD: we could if we only tried harder".

Might I add buffoonery, absurdity and amphigory.

it is what it is.

One word of advice....leave your pointy hat at home.

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That was one cool show...I DVR'ed Drain the Ocean, that looked cool as well. I underestimated your intellectual abilities beerball...

Big Rock Candy Mountain One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

lots of people think it was Tiger... http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q...mp;aq=f&oq=

what an overtly brown nosing comment...sheesh!

or kcithcs wen a teg

What's all this now?

try belinda or redass...

One must find the source within one's own Self, one must possess it.

That's totally inappropriate. It's lewd, vesivius, salacious, outrageous! It's also outrageous, egregious, preposterous.

Indeed. It is a little known aspect of our genteel tradition here in CT...we sit back, sip our Remy Martin Louis XIII and watch a good finch fight.

or when metal replaced wood in golf, or when goalies started wearing masks.

pedophile no, scrimshanker yes.

Gongoozler

us old timers know all about it...it ranks as one of the most salubrious of culinary vegetables, being antibilious, cooling, deobstruent, and slightly aperient; but although it is deservedly esteemed as an esculent, it is nevertheless decidedly inferior to Scorzonera in properties, nor does it keep so well when taken out of the ground, as it soon becomes hardened, insipid, and difficult to cook properly.