There is also a bunch of “Holy shit” and “Someone grab a rope”.

Translated by my co-worker (son of Russian immigrants to America, not a joke)

As a (somewhat fluent) Russian-speaker I can confirm: There is urgency and alarm at first (get the fuck out of there. grab the rope. etc) , which then quickly transitions to anger . (Now I’m going to have to call a fucking crane, you dipshit).

I can safely turn off my computer for the day now. There is no longer a need for any more of the internet, it will not get better.

Those that own them, Porsche

Fun fact: back in the day, the local Porsche Club created a T-shirt that had a sweet 911 on it and “Porsha” written at the bottom.

Also helpful (and my personal favorite) Lamborghini

Wrong:

Depending on the outcome (and whether he had already procreated), he might qualify for the Darwin Award.

There has been a problem with Russia with how they lined their furnace/ boilers with sub quality ceramic bricks, hence why both the Kuznetsov and the former Admiral Gorshkov now the INS Vikramaditya have had major problems with their furnaces/boilers, and constantly break down.

Yep. And my wife will make me sit and watch it with her as payback for watching something involving explosions, aliens and a CIA coverup lol.

The Boss showed up to make things were running smooth...

"grab me that 13mm, this strut brace is stupid and going in the trash"

She leans into corners like a champ and likes to keep an eye on my work, but she is skeptical of loud noises or large parts lying around so she'd rather make sure the area is free of varmints such as squirrels, neighbors' cats, or children.

Backseat driver!!!!

Kalispell (German shepherd) and Samantha (half paralyzed Maltese). Best roadteip dogs ever since they sleep for 15 hours straight whenever we go back to Colorado. Kalispell keeps the neighborhood punks out of the garage, Samantha chases away the rodents.

These 2 are my shadows and speed bumps. They come to work everyday and fight over the front seat like teenagers.

If you look closely, you can see a Møøse in the back seat. Fucker grew up at a VAG dealership and would follow me from the lot back to my bay. All day, every day. Could climb a ladder and fetch a beer from the fridge...AND shut the fridge door. I think he ended up having more friends than me and I can't blame them.

Often it's just this guy: