Corey declared this weekend to be one filled with destruction. He's remodeling his condo and solicited my help to tear apart stuff.
When Corey and I get together for a project usually things go completely awry till the job's done. Hours are spent trying to complete a simple task as many obstacles appear. In this case nothing needed repair so thankfully the task went well.
It was actually pretty fun. I got to break stuff. I like breaking stuff. I got to tear out a shower, pull carpet, and destroy a bathroom counter and sink. Yes I enjoyed every minute of it.
I learned a lot in my home destruction. I now know you can accomplish a lot by hitting things really hard with a crowbar. I hope to apply that to other areas of my life, such as work. I'm now keenfully aware that yelling the phrase "worthless pig fucker" at an inanimate object really doesn't do much in the way of making it function as you like. I should also mention that fiberglass splinters don't feel good.
Football was watched, drinks and pizza were consumed, and I got to destroy things. Yes I feel manly. The only thing that could complete this weekend's testosterone filled activities is if bi-curious swimsuit models would feed me grapes. Actually I could use that every weekend.
"My mom said the only reason men are alive is for lawn care and vehicle maintenance." - Tim Allen