About
Community
Bad Ideas
Drugs
Ego
Artistic Endeavors
But Can You Dance to It?
Cult of the Dead Cow
Literary Genius
Making Money
No Laughing Matter
On-Line 'Zines
Science Fiction
Self-Improvement
Erotica
Fringe
Society
Technology
register | bbs | search | rss | faq | about
meet up | add to del.icio.us | digg it

Funny story about bricklayers

I am writing in response to your request for additional information.
In block number three of the accident reporting form, I put, "poor planning",
as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain
more fully, and I trust that the following details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working
alone on the roof of a new six story building. When I completed my work I
discovered that I had about 500 pounds of brick left over. Rather than carry
the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley
which, fortunately, was attached to the side of the building, at the sixth
floor.

Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the
barrel out, and loaded the brick into it. Then I went back to the ground and
untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 500 pounds
of bricks. You will note in block number eleven of the accident reporting
form that I weigh 135 pounds.

Due to my surprise to being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my
presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I
proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming down. This
explains the fractured skull and broken collarbone.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until
the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.

Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was
able to hold tightly to the rope in spite of my pain.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the
ground.....and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of
bricks, the barrel now weighed approximately fifty pounds.

I refer you again to my weight in block number eleven. As you might
imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This
accounts for the two fractured ankles and the lacerations of my legs and
lower body.

The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when
I fell onto the pile of bricks and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were
cracked.

I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the bricks - in
pain, unable to stand, and watching the empty barrel six stories above me -
I again lost my presence of mind..............

I LET GO OF THE ROPE...........
 
To the best of our knowledge, the text on this page may be freely reproduced and distributed.
If you have any questions about this, please check out our Copyright Policy.

 

totse.com certificate signatures
 
 
About | Advertise | Bad Ideas | Community | Contact Us | Copyright Policy | Drugs | Ego | Erotica
FAQ | Fringe | Link to totse.com | Search | Society | Submissions | Technology
Hot Topics
Will PS3 Survive?
Life Size Warthog
Wii Games
Rock the 80's
dawn of war?
Can I get a free Xbox360?
PSP Slim Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core Edition
Unbiased console thread...
 
Sponsored Links
 
Ads presented by the
AdBrite Ad Network

 

 

TSHIRT HELL T-SHIRTS