Msg#: 3277779 posted 8:05 am on Mar 12, 2007 (gmt 0)
I can think of a few girlfriends of my youth that I wished I'd never trod on, paybacks are . . . . worse than the girlfriends were.
Nails are no fun, I worked for a contractor that would fire any carpenter who threw down a board without pounding the nails back through. I thnk he found a few.
Funny thing about sheetrock walls. They're fine to put a foot through until you hit a stud behind the wall. Split toebones take weeks to walk on again.
Same is true of a half-hearted pound on the top of a cushioned sofa. You'd think a soft, cushy sofa-top is the perfect outlet for teen angst. But nay, hidden only inches beneath the padding lies a solid crossmember that when struck at just the right angle will snap the bone on the outside of your hand like a pencil. Sounds like one too.
Msg#: 3277779 posted 9:51 am on Mar 12, 2007 (gmt 0)
Anything that strikes between the knee and the ankle. Right now my desk is looking real good as a source of kindling. As soon as I can walk over to get the axe. I caught a rusty nail and a scorpion in the same summer of fun in East Texas as a kid.