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Default How do I wash off plumber's putty from my hands?

On 07/16/2018 02:51 PM, p-0''0-h the cat (coder) wrote:
On Mon, 16 Jul 2018 11:58:36 -0600, rbowman wrote:

On 07/16/2018 05:16 AM, p-0''0-h the cat (coder) wrote:
On Mon, 16 Jul 2018 06:54:15 -0400, "BurfordTJustice"
wrote:

You claim all knowledge on all things mister 4 times infected with Lyme..you
tell us.

What are you telling next that you have treated for bed bugs 3 times?



"trader_4" wrote in message
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: On Sunday, July 15, 2018 at 4:52:08 PM UTC-4, BurfordTJustice wrote:
: Turpentine is the go to removal product!
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: That's what you make Martinis with in Russia, right?


Linseed oil. Poo. In future wear nitrile gloves. Black ones. They are
thicker.


Boiled or raw? Years ago I stopped using canola oil when I noticed the
smell arising from the frying pan was similar to that when I was rubbing
linseed oil into axe handles.


I use raw. I forget why but I did research it. Like you I use it on
tools with wooden handles. From recollection woodworm hate it and of
course it's a prerequisite for willow cricket bats.

Hate cricket btw. So boring.


Patrick Ryan's 'How I Won the War' wasn't served well by the movie that
was derived from it. iirc, whenever the wogs showed up with some request
or complaint the Army officer would say 'That wouldn't be cricket.' When
the poor fools asked 'What is cricket?' an explanation would be launched
that would last until they got discouraged and left.

I've never seen cricket and have no desire to. It can be no worse than
baseball. The last ballgame I witnessed was about 60 years ago and came
about when a local sausage manufacturer included a free pass in each
package of sausages. I did go to the local stadium once -- Willie Nelson
was playing there.

I never could hit the ball and my reaction to hard flying objects is to
get the hell out of the way, so my schooldays enforced baseball playing
usually had me so far out in the field I seldom bothered to come in when
the teams changed, to everyone's great relief. It scarred me for life.