Man Table
Totally long day.. Truck to the shop, oil change, fix brakes. Wait around for UPS, sign form, get packages. Go to Lowes with Kiwidumps, buy wood, make “man table”. Open Bar-b-q, cook meat, eat meat.
Yeah, come to think of it, you probably haven’t heard of a “man table” before.. use a little imagination and you can figure it out. Basically its a 3/4″ thick piece of birch cut 6′ x 3′. Underneath it is framed and double braced by 3 full 2×4′s (cut perfectly to fit and tapped into place). The legs are 2 2×4′s in an ‘L’ formation and the whole thing is held together with over 90 2″ woodscrews. This table will probably outlast me and my stupid apartment. After the nukes fall this whole fucking town will be a pile of ashes except for this one table that stands there sturdy and untarnished. So I’m pretty happy about that.. Jesus was a carpented too you know. I don’t really know what the fuck that has to do with anything.
I’m gonna post a few snaps a took the other day when I went downtown. There was this bum on the street corner singing full fucking power “Born in the USA” and dancing around and playing air guitar with his crutch and all kinds of shit.. I even caught him throwing a few “heil hitler” moves into his routine. He was listening to it on an old skool tape walkman with foam headphones. Why are bums so fucking cool. I mean, check out those fishhook sideburns and brazen beer gut. God only knows what he’s got stashed away in his many bum pouches… So maybe I need to bust out the ‘born in the usa/heil hitler’ dance next time I get fucked up down at Whistle Stop. The last pic was taken at G.I. Joes military surplus store.. huhuh.. kickass.
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