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Which is why I mixed my drink with a spoon instead.
I’m still working on it...
I said, “You’re the ones blocking!”
Running With The Level!
But I’m still working on it.
Happy Cake Day to me. Hope y’all have a great day!
Turns out it was an isolated incident.
He said he never had any issues with mis-calculations during construction on houses and I said that's impossible.
I told him in response about a time I put a post in the ground at a bad angle and had to take it out and put it back in correctly.
He got mad at me because he had heard the same exact story on r/construction
I guess you could call it a repost
But I didn’t expect it to be that hard
The man goes into the fancy restaurant and have a discussion with the host:
Host Sir, you cannot come in here with out a belt. We have standards.
The man goes out to his car and puts on a belt fashioned out of some rope. He goes back in.
Host Alright.... I guess you have a belt....You still need a jacket.
The man goes back out to his car and fishes out a jacket his wore to a wedding a year ago. He shares it off, brushes it with his hand, and puts it on.
Host Ok. You still need a tie. It is required.
The man goes out to his car. He doesn't have a tie. He puts on jumper cables and makes a perfect Windsor knot.
Host You have a belt and a jacket. I guess you have a tie.
Just don't try to start something....
But when I got home, all the signs were there.
He really fell into his work.
When I got home, all the signs were there
Asphalt (My dads been telling this one since I was 12, never heard it anywhere else 😂)
[Yes] Well I’m still working on it.
Men are now working around the clock.
...yeah, it was quite the ordeal to get the oar deal.
Give me a second I'm still working on it.
I don’t know what to make of it.
It was riveting
It's called Studfinder.
They raise the roof.
Unstable.
In his last email he said "I remain at your disposal for any concerns".
Couldn't find him there this morning. I hope he's ok.
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 – all from late twentieth-century Terra – on a training study of Carter’s 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.
“Look at the perfection with which these streets are graded”, exclaimed one student. “Earth-moving machinery on this scale is strictly high technology stuff. How can they do it?”
“A new alleyway is being constructed, nearby”, said Feghoot. “Let us walk that way while I explain.” As they strolled, he told his students that countless centuries before, the Carter’s 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.
“I see”, said the student. “It’s not graded road at all; its a simple hammered-earth base.”
“That’s right,” Feghoot went on smoothly. “You just hit the road jack and don’t come back no mo.”
His students registered dismay and anguish.
“Isn’t that right, old-timer?,” Feghoot demanded of an ancient Carterian standing by the mouth of the newly completed alley they had just reached.
“Ahm afraid not, suh”, said the senior citizen, and the students giggled at Feghoots discomfiture. “Oh, we used to do it that way, but it was far too much trouble. It’s 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.
“So you see,” he finished, eyes twinkling, “Mah hammered alley is really cashews clay.”
Howls of agony rose from the students, but Feghoot never hesitated. “And he”, he said, turning to his students, “is clearly the gradi
... keep reading on reddit ➡It was the very first pyramid scheme.
Man, I gotta work on that...
But, when I got home all the signs were there.
He said I could have nailed it, but I screwed up
I would tell you but I’m still working on it
But I'm still working on it
Never mind, I’m still working on it
Never mind I’m still working on it
I'm still working on it!
Nevermind I'm still working on it.
but I'm still working on it
Ah, I'm still working on it.
I'm working on it.
I'm still working on it.
I'm still working on it...
Sorry I am still working on it
But I'm still working on it
I’m still working on it!
Wait, I’m still working on it.
...but I'm still working on it.
