Diesel aftershave!
 

Hello Everyone
Stopped at a restaraunt for a snack on the way home from work.
Three MB diesels in a row before quitting time.
The waitress asked what kind of aftershave I was wearing so she could get some for her husband; I said with a straight face, "Diesel aftershave".
She cracked a big grin and said; that is so sexey, is it new?
I cracked up; told the truth and showed her my 1985 300SD.
Now she wants a Mercedes Benz diesel!
:D What a way to end the day!:D

For a good read on related diesel items, go to the " therapy" topic on the home page of thedieselstop.com

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I want that bumper sticker!
 

:D I want that bumper sticker!:D

How about this one? :cool:

Also, I second what MS Fowler said...that page is all too true for us diesel heads :D

Diesel is a designer label
 

There actually is a Diesel brand aftershave, jeans, watches, sunglasses, etc. I have a Diesel brand watch.

Re: Diesel is a designer label
 

Yep I ran into this when doing ebay Diesel Searches. They are Van Diesel liscensed stuff. Apparently he is an Ex Porno actor gone mainstream action series movies.

I always thought I enjoyed the smell of diesel burning in the morning, but this morning I followed an old Chev diesel into work. Wow. What a foul odor. Didn't even see any smoke, but it burned my nose and eyes until he turned off.
Smelled sort of like diesel, but more like burning garbage.

Hmmm, sounds familiar.
 

Hmmm, sounds familiar.
I knew a fellow (shade tree mechanic) in KC Missouri.
He used a water trough half full of diesel to clean parts.
All the carburetor cleaner, paint, thinner and other chemicals, where dumped in the water trough.
When it would not clean parts any longer; he would drain the tank through a filter, mix it 50/50 with fresh diesel and use it in his truck.
That truck made a smell which could make anyone vomit.

Wow
 

Wow

Therapy:

Consider these warning signs and see a therapist as soon as possible if you exhibit more than 3 of these signs:

The racket it makes when it's started in the morning sounds sweeter than the opening chords of Beethoven's 9th.
You honestly think no perfume smells as good as diesel exhaust.
Your spousal unit begins to wonder why you're suddenly volunteering to run all the errands.
You record fuel consumption, mileage, oil changes, and other significant events in the life of your truck with such care and accuracy that the most picky NASA scientist would conclude you're overdoing it.
You hear the word "bible" and immediately think "owner's manual."
You find yourself looking at maps to see if there isn't some way to drive to Europe instead of flying.
Every Monday morning as you drive up the street, your neighbors are frantically running to the curb with their trash cans thinking that the garbage truck has arrived three hours early. You laugh with glee.
When driving through a tunnel or long underpass you slightly slow down just to hear the motor reverberate off the walls.
Your wife dabs diesel fuel behind her ears when she "wants your attention".
You pull up to places that have valet parking and purposely make sure your exhaust is placed so that you can fill the main entry with diesel fumes.
You put the exhaust right beside the snobs in the convertible on the interstate and floor it!
I love it when I pull into the drive thru for my morning coffe with out stopping because the girl knows the sound of this engine and already has it made by the time I round the corner with no wait!

Re: Wow
 

Those are bad things??? :D

It was a pleasant day
 

It was a pleasant day, and on a good road the 240D bowled merrily along. Suddenly it gave a wheezy cough and stopped dead. Investigation showed that the engine had dropped out a dozen miles back. The 240D had run twelve miles on its reputation.

Is there a garage here
 

An automobile tire salesman got off the train at a small crossroads town, and asked one of the natives whether there were any automobiles in town.
"Yep, there's nine of them," was the reply.
"Is there a garage here?" he inquired further.
"Nope, they're all Mercedes," was the answer.

Unimog
 

One gentleman wants his Unimog buried with him when he dies. He says he has never been in a hole yet where it did not get him out.

Stolen Mercedes
 

Stolen Mercedes
George drove his brand new Mercedes car to his favorite sporting goods store. He parked it outside and went in to do a little perusing with Barbara, his regular sales woman.

Barbara was a pretty blonde, and as George walked into the store, she happily greeted him. But he requested to look around alone today before he needed her help. She obliged and let him do his thing.

Five minutes later, Barbara came running up to him yelling, "George! George! I just saw someone driving off with your new Mercedes!"

"Dear God! Did you try to stop him?"

"No," Barbara said, "I did better than that! I got the license plate number!"