JonnyJames
28-09-2009, 11:13
I'm starting this thread so we (mostly you, I'll admit) can document the moments in which we get a chance to flex our mighty muscles outside the gym.
My mum has a history of... occasional flakiness. I think it might be a Scottish thing because it seems to run through all the women in my family, both immediate and wider, and is reported by friends of mine whose mums are also from that part of the world.
This time, she asked me round to demolish my parent's very sturdy solid pine garden shed. I didn't ask at the time what tools she had (probably becuase I had an inkling what the answer would be) and when I got there I found she had... a tack hammer and a phillips screw driver.
After a few choice words I set to work with nothing more than my own hard-won strength and heft.
I kicked out the wallboards on 2 sides from inside the shed, then went back outside and kicked out the supports. I then grabbed the roof at one corner, and pulled the mother****er to the ground.
At that point I stood on the rubble, took my t shirt off and howled like a Viking.
Raaaaarrrr.
My mum has a history of... occasional flakiness. I think it might be a Scottish thing because it seems to run through all the women in my family, both immediate and wider, and is reported by friends of mine whose mums are also from that part of the world.
This time, she asked me round to demolish my parent's very sturdy solid pine garden shed. I didn't ask at the time what tools she had (probably becuase I had an inkling what the answer would be) and when I got there I found she had... a tack hammer and a phillips screw driver.
After a few choice words I set to work with nothing more than my own hard-won strength and heft.
I kicked out the wallboards on 2 sides from inside the shed, then went back outside and kicked out the supports. I then grabbed the roof at one corner, and pulled the mother****er to the ground.
At that point I stood on the rubble, took my t shirt off and howled like a Viking.
Raaaaarrrr.