How could I resist tying in a reference to the famous musician from KISS when talking about my tongue? He thinks HIS is long. Well check this out, Gene. Are you envious? Gary once again got out the paint stripper, and removed as much of my old tongue paint as he could. He followed that up with some final cleaning with the wire wheel. Then came a couple of coats of primer, and a couple of coats of Rustoleum red. By the end of the day, I had a tongue like a rock star. For some reason, I felt the urge to "rock and roll all night, and party everyday". It must have been the fumes from the Rustoleum!
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