Thursday, January 12, 2006

Crowbar therapy

In times of trial, when things aren't quite going your way and you need to let off a little agressive steam in a socially-approved manner and you don't have access/permission/an alibi to use Things That Go Boom, ripping the bejesus out of some really ugly interior paneling (the better to remove antique wiring and introduce that newfangled notion, insulation) is a satisfactory substitute. Added benefits include being inside where it is dry and you don't need a license or a good excuse to own a crowbar. That's Blue Max up there. I ripped off all the old siding on my house with that -- two layers. With a good crowbar much is possible.

3 Comments:

Blogger Barb said...

And which room in your abode are you using for physical therapy there?

4:34 PM, January 12, 2006  
Blogger John of Argghhh! said...

Get some, woman!

Hmmmm. Punctuation matters, there.

12:06 PM, January 14, 2006  
Anonymous BillT said...

Wasn't it Pythagoras who said, "Give me a fulcrum, a really, really huge friggin' crowbar and I can rip Athens a new one"...?

Or something similar.

I could be wrong, though.

7:05 PM, January 14, 2006  

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