I don't get it. N'wide means what? Nationwide?

She happened to be driving at that moment and was gripping the wheel in white-knuckled terror. I offered to take over and the "No" was emphatic and adamant.

Gentlemen, I submit: the zero point energy field manipulator.

Nerd.

I always carry a small utility knife in my pocket. I can't even begin to tell you how often I use that thing. Hell, I just used it a few minutes ago. #1millionusesandcounting #youaresilly #shaddup

I second that. Love having daylight at the end of the day to do more stuff out of doors.

Being naked does not make cooking bacon better. Hard to imagine, but true.

I was prepared to make some kind of adolescent jokes, but this was actually far more interesting than I was prepared for.

The problem with aprons is if you bend over to pick something up off the floor, you empty your pocket. Tool belts aren't prone to such problems, since they hang at the hip. Having one for flying debris from my grinder or router would be kind of nice, though.

And they didn't even chamfer the edges. I suddenly feel thousands of thighs crying out in terror.

and yet, it isn't anywhere near as good as a thousand other, more traditional designs. There aren't even any armrests, for crying out loud.

I recently found a few on sale. The light output is quite low, however. I found they work great for lamps in the living room where you want some light, but not so much you cast glare on the TV screen. They also are great for nightlights. I installed one under each of the bedroom nightstands and I now have a very…

Yet.

Would the odds of this happening be about, oh, say 360-to-1?

The design flaw could be easily fixed by making the center table and the foot supports separate entities. Then you could put proper supports under the seats.

I think a steel slat on the medial surface of the two seats and tied into the uprights on the frame, would probably give this a good deal of rigidity.

I love casks. They usually contain some form of EtOH.

Where's the, you know, usable space?

Yul Brenner in Westworld.

That's like walking into McDonald's and the cashier refusing to sell you a Big Mac because you're overweight.