A list of puns related to "Road crew"
...that's where I finally had to draw the line.
Hot Poles filling pot holes.
There was, for instance, the time he conducted a crew of new S.A.R.H. (Society for the Aesthetic Rearrangement of History -BJ) recruits β all from late twentieth-century Terra β on a training study of Carterβs World, a newly established agricultural colony attempting to support itself by the export of edible nuts. Barely into their second generation, and having yet to show a profit, the colonists were technologically backward. Nevertheless, they showed a surprising ingenuity in the use of their few advantages. It was this resourcefulness that Feghoot was demonstrating to his rookies.
βLook at the perfection with which these streets are gradedβ, exclaimed one student. βEarth-moving machinery on this scale is strictly high technology stuff. How can they do it?β
βA new alleyway is being constructed, nearbyβ, said Feghoot. βLet us walk that way while I explain.β As they strolled, he told his students that countless centuries before, the Carterβs World system had been inhabited by a now-vanished race of giants. This very planet had served them for a nursery, and among the many artifacts they had left were thousands of childrens blocks, immense and precision-cut. You simply jack one up onto logs, bring it where you want it, put collapsible jacks underneath, snake out the logs, spread soil more or less evenly beneath, and collapse the jacks.
βI seeβ, said the student. βItβs not graded road at all; its a simple hammered-earth base.β
βThatβs right,β Feghoot went on smoothly. βYou just hit the road jack and donβt come back no mo.β
His students registered dismay and anguish.
βIsnβt that right, old-timer?,β Feghoot demanded of an ancient Carterian standing by the mouth of the newly completed alley they had just reached.
βAhm afraid not, suhβ, said the senior citizen, and the students giggled at Feghoots discomfiture. βOh, we used to do it that way, but it was far too much trouble. Itβs the soil heah. You see, the very same soil which produced our famous cashews is so high in clay content that a child could roll out a road of it. Then, we simply use a system of lenses to bake it into hardness. Ahve just completed this alley mahself, and ahm just a retired professor of Sports History, much too old and feeble to handle hydraulic jacks.
βSo you see,β he finished, eyes twinkling, βMah hammered alley is really cashews clay.β
Howls of agony rose from the students, but Feghoot never hesitated. βAnd heβ, he said, turning to his students, βis clearly the gradi
... keep reading on reddit β‘A duck got a job at a farm, where there was a chicken who ran the place. The chicken was delighted to have the duck join his crew, he personally took the duck around the place and introduced him to all the other farm animals. At the end of the tour the duck asked a question. Duck: Is there anything I should avoid doing here? Chicken: Don't cross the road, you'll never hear the end of it.
Bonus: http://blog.rafihecht.com/files/2013/02/chicken-crossing-road.jpg
While driving into Phoenix, Arizona from Flagstaff, my SO pointed out an area of road that was flooded yesterday due to the monsoon rainstorms. Looking at the crew that was cleaning up the debris from the road, I simply said, "Damn."
She replied, "Yeah, they could have used one.
Really close family friend of ours told us this one that allegedly happened while he was on duty. I'm going to tell it from his perspective, as it reads the 'funniest'.
So I'm on duty and we have to go and put out a simple brush fire off to the side of a busy intersection. Since it's the dry season of Southern California literally the smallest spark can cause a giant fire you know, so we're trying to put it out pretty fast. So we arrive there and we notice that an ambulance is speeding down the road to this one pretty sharp bend, and you know, they're making haste since they're on a code 3. A code 3 is where both the siren and the lights are on at the same time and they obviously have something that they need to do. Anyways, they're speeding around this corner and one of the backdoors gets flung open and a cooler flies out and lands at the curb. By this point we've handled the fire and we're just assessing the damage, like where it's spread, stuff like that, so I go and retrieve the container and I open it and inside there's a human toe in there. I tell most of my crew and we decide that we'll get the toe back to the paramedics and then head back to the station. So we call the emergency services and we let them know that some EMT's have left a human body part and didn't come back to get it. They tell us, "we'll have someone come pick it up soon". We wait about 20 minutes and no one arrives and we're all a bit startled that no one's come back to come pick up a fucking human toe, so we call back and they give us the same thing. Half an hour goes by so I decide to call AAA and see if they can help us. Sure enough, AAA is able to help us and within 10 minutes they dispatch the help we need by sending us a toe truck.
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