I must not explain the joke. Explaining the joke is the joke-killer. I will face my followers who did not get the joke. I will permit them to pass over me and through me
Mark the electrician has been here for five minutes and he’s already said “well that’s…weird” twice from the other room and frankly I’m afraid to ask.
It’s not good when skilled tradesman are standing in the middle of your room pinching the bridge if their nose, is it?
Mark just referred to the wiring in our bedroom as “creative” and “interesting”.
This is fine.
And now he’s taking apart the ceiling. I’m not worried, are any of you worried? I’m not, haha, it’s not like this house was previously owned by someone who would do something stupid like try to wire their house themselves…or store tins of varnish under the furnace behind a secret alcove…
Ha ha…
Ha.
Hm.
Fuck.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO NEUTRAL WIRES??!?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S GROUNDED INTO THE SCREWS HOLDING UP THE CEILING LIGHT???!?!!
This post crosses my dashboard every so often and every time, I’m reminded of when I discovered that my whole house was grounded to a gas line.
Good times.
IT WAS WHAT?
The office building I used to work at had an air conditioning system that looked like something from Terry Gilliam’s “Brazil” combined with Godzilla upchucking a hardware store.
I once walked past two engineers who were called in for the umpteenth time, to hopefully fix it, as during a heatwave we’d had to send pregant employees home because the damned AC seemed to be heating the place.
One of the engineers, a young man, with a look of horror on his face, was staring into the ducting and whispering “How on earth did it get into THIS sort of a state?”
The other engineer, an older man clearly more resigned to his fate, replied. “It didn’t. I was here when they installed it, and it looked like this then. That must be fifteen years ago now”
Show up at work like hi boss sorry I’m late my I was helping my mother track down one specific 90s dungeon crawler for the purposes of obtaining a muffin recipe the developer hid in the files
At a party and a guy was telling me about how one of his coworkers was complaining about how he thought his dealer was lacing his heroin with cocaine and then the party guy was like “but his dealer was his brother” and I said “that’s some cocaine and abel shit” and the joke flopped so hard but I stand by it so I had to share it somewhere
(Formerly Angry Jewish Magical Girl) I'm jewish, lesbian, I got autism, and I'm an animator. I love burgers, fries, and magical guys. Freelance embarrassment.
