[TheForge] crude oil

[Tod Estes]

> Then we got Horse bombs, cow bombs (put all that methane to use). Or wagon
> and cart bombs. Or my favorite trash can/dumpster bomb.
> "...lets throw all the people to the bottom of the sea, before some fool
> comes round and either shoots you or me..."  (Mr. Sat. Night Special)
>
>>>> it is hard to make a car bomb if there are no cars.
>>>
>>> 	I take it you're not serious here.
>>>
>>
>> on the contrary i am very serious.
>>
>>>
>>
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>> terry l. ridder ><>
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> Tod Estes
> Oologah Smithy
> Oologah,Oklahoma. (Home of Will Rogers.)
> Saltfork Craftsmen ABA, ABANA
> Time enough for sleep in the grave.
>
> "Prometheus: I took from man expectancy of death.
> Chorus: What medicine found'st thou for this
>         malady?
> Prometheus: I planted blind hope in the heart of
>            him.
> Chorus: A mighty boon thou gavest there to man.
> Prometheus: Moreover, I conferred the gift of fire
> Chorus: And have frail mortals now the flame-
>         bright fire.
> Prometheus: yes, and shall master many arts
>             thereby."
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Tod Estes
Oologah Smithy
Oologah,Oklahoma. (Home of Will Rogers.)
Saltfork Craftsmen ABA, ABANA
Time enough for sleep in the grave.

"Prometheus: I took from man expectancy of death.
Chorus: What medicine found'st thou for this
        malady?
Prometheus: I planted blind hope in the heart of
           him.
Chorus: A mighty boon thou gavest there to man.
Prometheus: Moreover, I conferred the gift of fire
Chorus: And have frail mortals now the flame-
        bright fire.
Prometheus: yes, and shall master many arts
            thereby."