...to assemble things with, you perverts. I love building stuff. Have since I was 3 and my horrified mother caught me in the garage with my dad's hammer, nails and the odd chunk of wood which told my father when to stop parking his lincoln, lest he put the bumper through the wall. Mom started screeching, my dad sauntered over, took a look at what I was doing and then told me to remove all his nails.
I stared at him in confusion.
My mom stared at him with a delightful mixture of rage and shock.
My father walked over, used the other side of the hammer to upend a nail and then handed it back to me.
"Do it right. If you waste my nails..."
:)
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