It was very deer-pressing...
They're under a lot of pressure.
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 โ all from late twentieth-century Terra โ on a training study of Carterโs 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.
โLook at the perfection with which these streets are gradedโ, exclaimed one student. โEarth-moving machinery on this scale is strictly high technology stuff. How can they do it?โ
โA new alleyway is being constructed, nearbyโ, said Feghoot. โLet us walk that way while I explain.โ As they strolled, he told his students that countless centuries before, the Carterโs 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.
โI seeโ, said the student. โItโs not graded road at all; its a simple hammered-earth base.โ
โThatโs right,โ Feghoot went on smoothly. โYou just hit the road jack and donโt come back no mo.โ
His students registered dismay and anguish.
โIsnโt that right, old-timer?,โ Feghoot demanded of an ancient Carterian standing by the mouth of the newly completed alley they had just reached.
โAhm afraid not, suhโ, said the senior citizen, and the students giggled at Feghoots discomfiture. โOh, we used to do it that way, but it was far too much trouble. Itโs 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.
โSo you see,โ he finished, eyes twinkling, โMah hammered alley is really cashews clay.โ
Howls of agony rose from the students, but Feghoot never hesitated. โAnd heโ, he said, turning to his students, โis clearly the gradi
... keep reading on reddit โกOne has hydraulics the other has high boll****
Alright so quick synopsis of what I do for a living is treating industrial waste water for oil fields. Part of our process is removing solids from the water and using a hydraulic press to squeeze the water out of it and dispose of the dry cakes. Once a day, a waste company rolls in large trucks to remove the big bins where we store the cakes, and put in fresh ones.
Today I was talking with the driver of the truck as he replaced my last bin. I wished him well on the road since we live in California and lordy knows nobody understands how to drive in the rain. As I was turning away from him I said
"If you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to."
And immediately started up the steps to our press building, laughing the entire time.
The Hydraulic Press Channel.
Prof: "What's a hydraulic ram used for?" "Its where you get steel wool!" Lecture students: groans/laughs
One has hydraulics one has high bollocks
