Coss, I wasn't sure which would be the most appropriate thread to place this very useful visual guide for fuse sizing. I did think it could be an important tool for the forum members that aren't quite up to speed on the whole electrical thing... Feel free to relocate it if necessary!
I picked up a hitch-hiker the other day. Turned out he is an Aggie. Upon departing, he asked if he could somehow return the favor. I said, "Sure. I'm not sure if my turn signals are working. Can you check them for me?" He said "Certainly. Turn them on." I did. He watched and reported. "Yes, they are working. Wait. Now they are not. Now they are working. Now they are not. Now they are working. Now they are not..............."
One day Mom was cleaning Junior's room and in the closet she found a bondage S&M magazine.
This was highly upsetting for her. She hid the magazine until his Father got home and showed it to him.
He looked at it and handed it back to her with out a word. So she asked him, "What should we do about this?"
Dad looked at her and said, "Well I don't think you should spank him."
A blind guy sits down in a diner and says to the waiter, "I'm sorry, but I'm blind and I Can't read the menu. So just bring me a dirty fork, I'll smell it, and order from there."
The waiter picks up a greasy fork, and hands it to the blind guy. The blind guy puts the fork to his nose, breathes deep, and says, "Ah...that's what I'll have...meatloaf and mashed potatoes."
The waiter can't believe it, and he goes and tells his wife, Joan, who's the cook.
The next day the blind guy walks in and the waiter says, "I'll get you a dirty fork." He gets a dirty fork, hands it to the blind guy, the blind guy smells it, and says, "That smells great. I'll take the macaroni and cheese with broccoli."
The waiter thinks the blind guy is bullshitting with him, so the next day when the blind guy walks in, he goes into the kitchen and says to his wife, "Joan, rub this fork on your crotch." She does it, and then he goes out and hands it to the blind guy.
The blind guy puts the fork to his nose, takes a deep whiff, and says, "Are you kidding me?
I didn't know Joan worked here."
A soldier was asked to report to headquarters for assignment. The sergeant said: "We have a critical shortage of typists. I'll give you a little test. Type this," he ordered, giving him a pamphlet to copy and a sheet of paper, and pointing to a desk across the room that held a typewriter and an adding machine.
The man, quite reluctant to become a clerk typist, made a point of typing very slowly, and saw to it that his work contained as many errors as possible.
The sergeant gave the typed copy only a brief glance.
"That's fine," he said; "Report for work at 8 tomorrow."
"But aren't you going to check the test?" the prospective clerk asked.
The sergeant grinned. "You passed the test," he replied, "when you sat down at the typewriter instead of at the adding machine."