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Kilivek · 02-08-2005, 08:04 PM

I bought this piece of shit Stanley Intellisensor stud finder and wanted to tell all you idiots to not buy it because according to it i only have 3 studs in my house and they're all 3 feet wide.

I realize that most of you live in basements that have concrete walls so pls fuck off with the flames.

I did however enjoy writing them an angry letter:
I recently bought my first stanley product:
An IntelliSensor!
After calibrating this gem of a precision instrument I quickly put it to work by scanning a 15' section of wall, only to find that my walls had no studs! Holy shit, i'd been robbed by my contractor. Upon calling he assured me they were there or else the house wouldn't be standing. I then began ponder another method of finding the oh so illusive studs. Finally, realizing that if you're brilliant engineers who probably got their Ph.D. in turf grass science instead of anything relative to the creation of worthy tools couldn't create a solution to this problem i sure as hell couldn't. In anger, i punched the walls only to find that there, unphased by the girlyman punch was the object of my desire. A Stud. And it's all thanks to your worthless piece of shit that would probably function better as a garage door opener. Eat me, Stanley.

02-08-2005, 08:04 PM	#1 (permalink)
Kilivek Banned Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: WVa Posts: 1,078 +0 Internets	Stud Finder I bought this piece of shit Stanley Intellisensor stud finder and wanted to tell all you idiots to not buy it because according to it i only have 3 studs in my house and they're all 3 feet wide. I realize that most of you live in basements that have concrete walls so pls fuck off with the flames. I did however enjoy writing them an angry letter: I recently bought my first stanley product: An IntelliSensor! After calibrating this gem of a precision instrument I quickly put it to work by scanning a 15' section of wall, only to find that my walls had no studs! Holy shit, i'd been robbed by my contractor. Upon calling he assured me they were there or else the house wouldn't be standing. I then began ponder another method of finding the oh so illusive studs. Finally, realizing that if you're brilliant engineers who probably got their Ph.D. in turf grass science instead of anything relative to the creation of worthy tools couldn't create a solution to this problem i sure as hell couldn't. In anger, i punched the walls only to find that there, unphased by the girlyman punch was the object of my desire. A Stud. And it's all thanks to your worthless piece of shit that would probably function better as a garage door opener. Eat me, Stanley.