...I've always considered them to be boring tools.
Talk about boring!
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(at the hardware store)
Dad: "Hey, look! Boring Drill bits!"
Me: "Cool, I have a set in my dorm"
Dad: (calls over employee) "Excuse me 'mam. I see you have boring drill bits..."
Me: (oh god, here it comes)
Dad: Do you have any interesting drill bits?
A drill byte
So they get their parkas and snow boots, fishing rods and ice auger, and everything else they need, and go out to find a good spot.
Just as they start to drill a hole in the ice, they hear a great booming voice from above: "There are no fish here!"
"What was that?"
"It sounded like the voice of God!"
"Well let's try somewhere else."
They move away a bit, and settle down to try again. But before they can even start to drill, they hear it again:
"There are no fish here!"
So they pack up and move even farther down the ice. Surely this will be a good spot. But just as they pull out the auger, the voice booms out again:
"Listen you guys, I'm the manager of this ice rink, and I'm telling you there are no fish here!"
After many years of wandering, he finally arrived in a small village in the middle of nowhere. The people there believed in the same religion as he did, but they had no church; they had to go to the nearest one which was in a small town 25 km's from there. The priest took the initiative, asked the Church for support, and with the help of the local men they built their own temple. From there on, he was celebrating the Sunday masses, joining together men and women in Holy Matrimony, and saying prayers at the funerals.
Many years passed by like that.
At the end of an ordinary mass, in early spring, on a chilly Sunday morning he was just guiding the people out of the church, was about to close the gates when an unknown man stepped into the churchyard.
With his dirty and torn clothes, he stood before the priest and said:
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Priest, please be good and give me half a lemon! - the priest was a good man, and even though he thought the request was a bit strange, he went back to the rectory, took out a lemon, cut it in half, took it back to the man and gave it to him, who looked back to the priest with gratitude. However, the priest was curious. He asked:
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Son, why do you need this half of a lemon? - with a fright on his face, and before the priest could have said a thing, he rushed out of the churchyard gate and took off.
A week later, around the same time, when the priest was leaving the church, he found himself in front of the same man in the churchyard. The man said:
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Priest, please be good and give me half a lemon! - the priest was surprised by the appearance of the man and his strange request. Of course he was good, went back to the rectory, and brought the half lemon. Placed it in the stranger’s hand and immediately he asked:
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Here it is, my dear son, but please tell me why do you need this half a lemon? - the man was obviously frightened and immediately ran away but the priest was not sluggish either and ran after him. He wasn’t in a very good condition, he has never run so much and so fast before so he was out of breath by the end of the village, almost fainted. He thought the strange man might appear again next week, and it would be nice if he could keep up with him, so he spent his week working on his cardio. It turned out to be a good idea, because as he thought, the stranger entered the churchyard on Sunday. The priest didn’t even wait for the request, he was good, and brought the half lemon. He received these words from the man:
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Thank you
On Oak Island Mysteries they are about to start drilling down to find buried treasure. One of the treasure hunters looked at the giant drill bit and "Those teeth are going to get to the bottom of this"
Dad: Dinner's almost ready
Me: Alrighty. Gimme a bit.
Dad walks out then comes back a couple minutes later. He places a drill bit on my desk.
Me: What's this for?
Dad: You told me to give you a bit.
My dad bought a new tool set and was putting all the tools in their place and he ended up saying this.
"Wow a hex key set, a drill bit set, and even a driver bit set. I guess you could say I'm set"
*Cue knee slapping and laughter
texted my dad "A nice Vietnam Vet just bought me a drill set!"
Dad: "He must have been a good man in Nam, and it sounds like he's a good man now. Looks like he hasn't changed a BIT!"
