I cleaned the shop, Starting making a crate for travisty's QTR. Panel, Cut out Baldy's ACV Block-off and Packaged Up CymFC3S's FD pulley. I'm going to bed

 

hehe you make packaging a pulley sound difficult (just pokin fun :P)



kevin.

 

yay! (and there was great rejoicing)



mike

 

Does rejoicing include beer?

 

MUCH REJOICING

 

FATHER:

One day, lad, all this will be yours!

PRINCE HERBERT:

What, the curtains?

FATHER:

No. Not the curtains, lad. All that you can see, stretched out over the hills and valleys of this land! This'll be your kingdom, lad.

HERBERT:

But Mother--

FATHER:

Father, lad. Father.

HERBERT:

B-- b-- but Father, I don't want any of that.



FATHER:

Listen, lad. I built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was swamp. Other kings said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built it all the same, just to show 'em. It sank into the swamp. So, I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So, I built a third one. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp, but the fourth one... stayed up! And that's what you're gonna get, lad: the strongest castle in these islands.

HERBERT:

But I don't want any of that. I'd rather--

FATHER:

Rather what?!

HERBERT:

I'd rather...

[music]

...just... sing!

FATHER:

Stop that! Stop that! You're not going into a song while I'm here. Now listen, lad. In twenty minutes, you're getting married to a girl whose father owns the biggest tracts of open land in Britain.

 

and the point is?

 

Don't build a castle on a swamp.

 

"the biggest...[motions with hands, stutters]...tracts of land!!"

 

I have 5 Acres, anyone else have more?