Meh...just remind her you would just spend it on watch parts.My girlfriend had a similar observation, paraphrased as "Just think how rich you'd be, if you put the same effort into producing counterfeit money as you do with counterfeit watches."
Meh...just remind her you would just spend it on watch parts.My girlfriend had a similar observation, paraphrased as "Just think how rich you'd be, if you put the same effort into producing counterfeit money as you do with counterfeit watches."
Meh...just remind her you would just spend it on watch parts.
Was not aware he could do that. Done.Make sure to message bivintage, as he can request a revision of the feedback and remove that negative feedback. Tell him you want to revise your feedback as just a few pieces of negative piece of feedback for an eBayer that size is really bad.
but it's evolved into a casual lounge where the truly passionate modders hang out and discuss whatever builds they're working on, which don't always mean a 1016, lol. There's a couple others that come close, but this is the center of the RWI modding universe.
Switch the 1016 out with explorers in general.Imagine a speakeasy bar in a dark alley. A frog foot crown print in fatigued luminescent paint on the door is the only sign under the flickering lights.
You flash your wrist to the emotionless bouncer who checks it's a 1016.
Inside, a nice lounge bar with those worn leather armchairs and sofas. The faint smell of old rum, pipe tobacco and strangely enough, a subtle odor of metal.
You order a Sazerac. The barman nods and looks to a heavy curtain. Behind the curtain, a small antichamber. With a closet.
A push on a hidden button. The closet opens to a deep stairway down. The smell of metal gets stronger, mixed with acetone, bleach and leather. Grinding sounds, like wails.
You step down. Down into the Workshop. CNC machines, pentographs, lasers, Pad printers...everything.
Some of the guys raise their heads from their bench with a fleeting smirk of welcome.
Welcome. You have arrived at the Holy Land. The 1016.
Uummm...nope, got no words!Switch the 1016 out with explorers in general.
you walk past the stairway and a bunch of dudes dressed up as Dora the explorers lift up their drinks to welcome you
Hey… I see my home town, when I was growing up
My kind of bar definitely. Have a drink whilst getting some serious work done.Imagine a speakeasy bar in a dark alley. A frog foot crown print in fatigued luminescent paint on the door is the only sign under the flickering lights.
You flash your wrist to the emotionless bouncer who checks it's a 1016.
Inside, a nice lounge bar with those worn leather armchairs and sofas. The faint smell of old rum, pipe tobacco and strangely enough, a subtle odor of metal.
You order a Sazerac. The barman nods and looks to a heavy curtain. Behind the curtain, a small antichamber. With a closet.
A push on a hidden button. The closet opens to a deep stairway down. The smell of metal gets stronger, mixed with acetone, bleach and leather. Grinding sounds, like wails.
You step down. Down into the Workshop. CNC machines, pentographs, lasers, Pad printers...everything.
Some of the guys raise their heads from their bench with a fleeting smirk of welcome.
Welcome. You have arrived at the Holy Land. The 1016.
just checked it up..@thevvsking. A jewelry page
It was a reel under the explore tab I dont follow them especially after that monstrosity LOLjust checked it up..
sorry man, that's not for me...but everyone his taste...but
...I dread to ask about your youpron history now