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It is a helpful tool. I would give it five stars if it was as powerful as a chain saw and as small as this trimmer.
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Skil Chainsaw
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By viewing the photo, I would expect it is a tough and durable product. I do not know it is actually a string with some clips. If you hang this string on the door, all your caps with the string will swing when you open or close the door. The solution is screw the other end of the string on the door. Hardware is provided. However, I do not want to screw hole on the door! Another issue, I bought a 36 cap holders but it only came with 12 holders. I finally find out each clip supposes to hold 3 caps. I can see the clip has 2 clippers….so how can it hold 3 caps?? I still can not figure it out. The purpose that I buy this cap rack because I would like to show every single cap, so my husband will see every one when he picks the cap. If he doesn’t see that one, he will not use it forever. The idea of one clip holds 3 cap is not a good idea. I thought I pay $20 for 36 caps is a good deal. Now I have to pay extra $40 to buy the extra 24 clips. I feel cheated. Maybe most of the buyers already
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sorry this is long!! ——- “Brooklyn!” My younger brother Aaron screams after me. Me and Amber keep running, almost tripping from laughing so hard. “Brooklyn! Give me back the stupid remote!” He screams. Me and Amber have just interrupted him and his stupid show, the amazing baseball with the stupid Chicago Cubs. I just stole the remote and shut off the TV, and now he’s flipping out on me by running and screaming.My mom steps in front of me and I skid to a halt. “Brooklyn, give your brother the remote back. It is, after all, his fifteenth birthday.” She looks at me with the Do-What-I-Say-Right-Now-Before-I-Have-To-Take-Your-Friend-Home look. I sigh and toss Aaron the remote. He quickly turns the game back on and screams. “They won! Oh my god! The Cubs just won the World Series!” He freaks out for another minute or two then my mom calms him down. She tells him to go to his friend Tony’s house and celebrate there and that he can spend the night. He runs out like a bat out of hell, too. Me and Amber help my mom out in the kitchen a bit before we go back up to my room. As we enter my room, Amber’s mouth drops open. This is her first time here. The four poster bed is encircled by bronze engraved end tables and lamps, and the bed holds plush pillows colored deep reds, browns, and gold hues. Arches accent the walls, and the chandelier is directly above the bed. It is heaven in here. “This… is your room?” She asks, stunned by the beauty. I smile. “Yep,” then I laugh. “You should see my parents’ room. Or try Aaron’s. Both of them are about ten times as big as my room.” We laugh in harmony and Amber takes out a yearbook from her backpack. Me and her smile like the Cheshire Cat. Yearbook Time.“Goth! Emo! Prep! God, that dude was a jerk! She was so pretty! That’s, Adam? No it’s not! God, he’s cute! Ohmigosh, that teacher was a pervert!” Amber and I echo. We keep laughing and pointing at teachers, students, enemies, best friends, and everyone who has a funny picture from kindergarten all the way to this year. By the time we’re done laughing and drinking almost five root bear floats, it’s already three in the morning. “What do you wanna do now?” Amber half laughs, half whispers. “Well, we should be kind of quiet. My mom and dad are sleeping but they’re really heavy sleepers, so I say not over Baseball Cap Tony volume ninety-nine.” I grin as I take a drink of my sixth root beer float. “Music video parody time?” Amber asks. “I’ll go get my camera!” I laugh, and then run out to the living room. My video camera is right by my pet bunny’s cage. I stick my finger through the cage and pet her nose. Then I double check to make sure the door is locked and return to Amber. When I walk into my room, all I hear is Davey Havok screaming “Medicate!” “Amber! Turn it down!” I scream. She jumps when she hears my voice but turns the music down. “Thank you,” I whisper. She returns it with a smile.“So I guess we’re making fun of Davey, Adam, Hunter, and Jade?” “Duh! Those guys are so hot though! AFI’s my favorite band! Right there with the Beatles!” Amber whispers. I laugh. “You don’t have to whisper, Amber, just stay a little bit quiet. Just make sure to save your energy for the video!”She nods. “I call Davey! I have the hair for it! Or at least his old hair!” Truthfully, she does. Amber has a bit of Asian in her, and her hair is naturally black, and a couple months ago she highlighted parts of it bleach blond. The style is something like very short on the right, with the left side swept down all the way past her chin. I’ve always compared her hair to the way Rihanna used to have it.“Fine! I call Jade and Adam! I have a flat iron and a black wig!” I laugh. “You’re stuck with Hunter! Don’t worry, I’m sure if we shave your head now, it’ll grow back by the time you’re forty.” I laugh some more.Sadly, I don’t get to shave Amber’s head bald. We eventually find a bald cap that my oldest brother, Chase, had from an old play. So that’s what she wears for Hunter. After two hours of making fun of “Miss Murder”, editing the video, and putting it on You Tube, we finally crash out at five a.m. I’m dreaming of Edward Scissorhands and me out on a date when Amber shakes me awake. “Brookes! I heard someone open the front door!” I look around, still groggy, and see that it’s still dark out. I squint and see my digital clock. It reads five forty five. “Amber… it’s almost six in the morning… no one opened the door… go back to sleep. We’ll be fine. My dad has a gun room downstairs. If anything happens… we’ll just go down… there…” I say, partially falling asleep.“Brookes! Wake up!” Amber slaps me across the face. Not hard, but enough to give me an electric shock. “Ouch! That hurt!” I jolt up. She mouths a sorry and stands up. “Let me get changed first. I’m freezing,” I look at her and she nods. I go to my walk in closet and change from my blue pajama pants to black skinny jeans and change my black tetee shirt to an old purple Aeropostale shirt my mom had gotten me. When I walk out of my closet I see that Amber has changed into her matching jeans and an AC/DC shirt. “Amber… I swear. It’s nothing…” I start to say that it was probably just Aaron, but then I remember he spent the night at a friend’s house. “Brookes, can we just check it out? Or go to your dad’s gun room thing?” She asks. I nod and start to open the door, but then close it immediately. “Brookes! What was it?” I can tell my eyes are wide. I don’t need a mirror to see that. “I, I think I just saw a guy…” I whisper. I walk across the room and grab my enV Touch. “Come on, Amber. We’re going downstairs…” “What about your mom and dad?” “My dad went to work and five… and I think my mom drives him.” She nods and we quickly leave the room to the downstairs. “Um, Amber? How about we go the cops? I don’t think it’s that good of an idea to stay here…” “Yeah, I guess. Is there a door down here?” I nod and we leave throuthrough there. “Wait!” I half whisper, half yell when we are about ten feet from the house. “I forgot Char!” I run back in and up the stairs. I am shocked to see she’s not in her cage and turn to leave when I hear Amber scream. I run back down and out the door. Outside, right where I left her, is Amber. She is lying on the ground with blood surrounding her. I can’t tell if she is alive or not. “Amber…” I whisper. “Amber…”I see her mouth moving to form words. Then she whispers quietly. “Is he gone?”“What? Who?” Amber sits up and I almost die from a heart attack. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, we have to hurry. That idiot just slammed a meat cleaver in my leg.” I notice then that her pants are torn. “Can you walk?” I feel stupid for asking, but she says that she can. We immediately make a run for the forest in my backyard. I look behind one final time and swear I see a light on in my parents’ room. Before we enter the dark forest, I hear my mother’s scream and my father’syell. Tears immediately stream down my face—-yea… sorry it’s so long!
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sorry this is long!! ——- “Brooklyn!” My younger brother Aaron screams after me. Me and Amber keep running, almost tripping from laughing so hard. “Brooklyn! Give me back the stupid remote!” He screams. Me and Amber have just interrupted him and his stupid show, the amazing baseball with the stupid Chicago Cubs. I just stole the remote and shut off the TV, and now he’s flipping out on me by running and screaming.My mom steps in front of me and I skid to a halt. “Brooklyn, give your brother the remote back. It is, after all, his fifteenth birthday.” She looks at me with the Do-What-I-Say-Right-Now-Before-I-Have-To-Take-Your-Friend-Home look. I sigh and toss Aaron the remote. He quickly turns the game back on and screams. “They won! Oh my god! The Cubs just won the World Series!” He freaks out for another minute or two then my mom calms him down. She tells him to go to his friend Tony’s house and celebrate there and that he can spend the night. He runs out like a bat out of hell, too. Me and Amber help my mom out in the kitchen a bit before we go back up to my room. As we enter my room, Amber’s mouth drops open. This is her first time here. The four poster bed is encircled by bronze engraved end tables and lamps, and the bed holds plush pillows colored deep reds, browns, and gold hues. Arches accent the walls, and the chandelier is directly above the bed. It is heaven in here. “This… is your room?” She asks, stunned by the beauty. I smile. “Yep,” then I laugh. “You should see my parents’ room. Or try Aaron’s. Both of them are about ten times as big as my room.” We laugh in harmony and Amber takes out a yearbook from her backpack. Me and her smile like the Cheshire Cat. Yearbook Time.“Goth! Emo! Prep! God, that dude was a jerk! She was so pretty! That’s, Adam? No it’s not! God, he’s cute! Ohmigosh, that teacher was a pervert!” Amber and I echo. We keep laughing and pointing at teachers, students, enemies, best friends, and everyone who has a funny picture from kindergarten all the way to this year. By the time we’re done laughing and drinking almost five root bear floats, it’s already three in the morning. “What do you wanna do now?” Amber half laughs, half whispers. “Well, we should be kind of quiet. My mom and dad are sleeping but they’re really heavy sleepers, so I say not over Baseball Cap Tony volume ninety-nine.” I grin as I take a drink of my sixth root beer float. “Music video parody time?” Amber asks. “I’ll go get my camera!” I laugh, and then run out to the living room. My video camera is right by my pet bunny’s cage. I stick my finger through the cage and pet her nose. Then I double check to make sure the door is locked and return to Amber. When I walk into my room, all I hear is Davey Havok screaming “Medicate!” “Amber! Turn it down!” I scream. She jumps when she hears my voice but turns the music down. “Thank you,” I whisper. She returns it with a smile.“So I guess we’re making fun of Davey, Adam, Hunter, and Jade?” “Duh! Those guys are so hot though! AFI’s my favorite band! Right there with the Beatles!” Amber whispers. I laugh. “You don’t have to whisper, Amber, just stay a little bit quiet. Just make sure to save your energy for the video!”She nods. “I call Davey! I have the hair for it! Or at least his old hair!” Truthfully, she does. Amber has a bit of Asian in her, and her hair is naturally black, and a couple months ago she highlighted parts of it bleach blond. The style is something like very short on the right, with the left side swept down all the way past her chin. I’ve always compared her hair to the way Rihanna used to have it.“Fine! I call Jade and Adam! I have a flat iron and a black wig!” I laugh. “You’re stuck with Hunter! Don’t worry, I’m sure if we shave your head now, it’ll grow back by the time you’re forty.” I laugh some more.Sadly, I don’t get to shave Amber’s head bald. We eventually find a bald cap that my oldest brother, Chase, had from an old play. So that’s what she wears for Hunter. After two hours of making fun of “Miss Murder”, editing the video, and putting it on You Tube, we finally crash out at five a.m. I’m dreaming of Edward Scissorhands and me out on a date when Amber shakes me awake. “Brookes! I heard someone open the front door!” I look around, still groggy, and see that it’s still dark out. I squint and see my digital clock. It reads five forty five. “Amber… it’s almost six in the morning… no one opened the door… go back to sleep. We’ll be fine. My dad has a gun room downstairs. If anything happens… we’ll just go down… there…” I say, partially falling asleep.“Brookes! Wake up!” Amber slaps me across the face. Not hard, but enough to give me an electric shock. “Ouch! That hurt!” I jolt up. She mouths a sorry and stands up. “Let me get changed first. I’m freezing,” I look at her and she nods. I go to my walk in closet and change from my blue pajama pants to black skinny jeans and change my black tetee shirt to an old purple Aeropostale shirt my mom had gotten me. When I walk out of my closet I see that Amber has changed into her matching jeans and an AC/DC shirt. “Amber… I swear. It’s nothing…” I start to say that it was probably just Aaron, but then I remember he spent the night at a friend’s house. “Brookes, can we just check it out? Or go to your dad’s gun room thing?” She asks. I nod and start to open the door, but then close it immediately. “Brookes! What was it?” I can tell my eyes are wide. I don’t need a mirror to see that. “I, I think I just saw a guy…” I whisper. I walk across the room and grab my enV Touch. “Come on, Amber. We’re going downstairs…” “What about your mom and dad?” “My dad went to work and five… and I think my mom drives him.” She nods and we quickly leave the room to the downstairs. “Um, Amber? How about we go the cops? I don’t think it’s that good of an idea to stay here…” “Yeah, I guess. Is there a door down here?” I nod and we leave throuthrough there. “Wait!” I half whisper, half yell when we are about ten feet from the house. “I forgot Char!” I run back in and up the stairs. I am shocked to see she’s not in her cage and turn to leave when I hear Amber scream. I run back down and out the door. Outside, right where I left her, is Amber. She is lying on the ground with blood surrounding her. I can’t tell if she is alive or not. “Amber…” I whisper. “Amber…”I see her mouth moving to form words. Then she whispers quietly. “Is he gone?”“What? Who?” Amber sits up and I almost die from a heart attack. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, we have to hurry. That idiot just slammed a meat cleaver in my leg.” I notice then that her pants are torn. “Can you walk?” I feel stupid for asking, but she says that she can. We immediately make a run for the forest in my backyard. I look behind one final time and swear I see a light on in my parents’ room. Before we enter the dark forest, I hear my mother’s scream and my father’syell. Tears immediately stream down my face—-yea… sorry it’s so long!
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Baseball Cap Tony
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Good quality great fit the only issue the safety tip– I could not put on holes didn’t align but would buy another better then OEM
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Bar Chainsaw Chainsaws
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Jonsered Chainsaw Piston Kits is exactly what they say it is. You will never regret it; Jonsered Chainsaw Piston Kits is really amazing.
Can someone help me find piston rings for a Jonsered 630 chainsaw?
I have a Jonsered 630 chainsaw from the mid 1980s that needs new piston rings. Jonsered Chainsaw Piston Kits I found the schematics for a 630 and it gave me the part number for rings. The difference was that the schematics showed one ring, but my saw uses two rings. I used the part number I bought the new rings and they didn’t fit…they were too thick. Does anyone know what rings will fit my saw?
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I have a Jonsered 630 chainsaw from the mid 1980s that needs new piston rings. Jonsered Chainsaw Piston Kits I found the schematics for a 630 and it gave me the part number for rings. The difference was that the schematics showed one ring, but my saw uses two rings. I used the part number I bought the new rings and they didn’t fit…they were too thick. Does anyone know what rings will fit my saw?
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