ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
I am referring, of course, to the Satanic styrofoam "packing popcorn"* that Warmoth loves to load into their boxes at a pressure guaranteed to generate projective hurl as soon as you try to sneak your goodies out...
can you say, STATIC ELECTRICITY?!?
This is supposed to be a time of Holiday CHEER, I'm supposed to be ENJOYING my new padouk/pauferro redneck, by the time I was through waging WAR on the SATANIC PACKING POPCORN, I was so exhausted (me AND the cats) I could barely pass out in the last few bits of styrofoam shrapnel.... whatever happened to NEWSPAPERS and "eco-friendly" and all that happy crap?
(BTW, fortunately my new redneck is delish, as I was able to ascertain through the wreckage the next morn):
It goes onto this:
There's actually a nice slab of one-piece swamp ash underneath all that, after I finish patching up the crooked holes Dear Ebay Numbnuts drilled to put a full P-bass pickguard on a flamed top (?); and after I cut out a cream amoeba pickguard this shape:
*(I mean no OFFENSE to REAL popcorn by the way, some of my best friends are real... gad can't Warmoth pack the necks in that at least? I'd rather deal with the squeak of real rats eating my package than that hellish "STYRO-SQUEAK!")
(When I die and go to hell, it's going to be made of styrofoam... :evil4: squ-eeeeeeek......)
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
ALWAYS get out the vacuum cleaner BEFORE you open the Warmoth box.....
I am referring, of course, to the Satanic styrofoam "packing popcorn"* that Warmoth loves to load into their boxes at a pressure guaranteed to generate projective hurl as soon as you try to sneak your goodies out...
can you say, STATIC ELECTRICITY?!?
This is supposed to be a time of Holiday CHEER, I'm supposed to be ENJOYING my new padouk/pauferro redneck, by the time I was through waging WAR on the SATANIC PACKING POPCORN, I was so exhausted (me AND the cats) I could barely pass out in the last few bits of styrofoam shrapnel.... whatever happened to NEWSPAPERS and "eco-friendly" and all that happy crap?
(BTW, fortunately my new redneck is delish, as I was able to ascertain through the wreckage the next morn):
It goes onto this:
There's actually a nice slab of one-piece swamp ash underneath all that, after I finish patching up the crooked holes Dear Ebay Numbnuts drilled to put a full P-bass pickguard on a flamed top (?); and after I cut out a cream amoeba pickguard this shape:
*(I mean no OFFENSE to REAL popcorn by the way, some of my best friends are real... gad can't Warmoth pack the necks in that at least? I'd rather deal with the squeak of real rats eating my package than that hellish "STYRO-SQUEAK!")
(When I die and go to hell, it's going to be made of styrofoam... :evil4: squ-eeeeeeek......)