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The Shed THE SHED. The shed is where everything happens, That cannot be done in the house. So women are often not welcome’ The shed must belong to the spouse. They do all the welding and grinding, Fix cars up and make their home brew. If something gets lost and you’ve been there, Only one gets the blame AND IT’S YOU. He backed in the truck of a house guest, He’d fix up the steering he said. The truck was all jacked up and ready, Then explosions were heard in the shed "I’ll start on the truck in the morning, I need to check out all the noise. I’m sure there is nothing that’s dangerous, Could even be kids battery toys." While sitting and eating his breakfast, The explosions were heard once again. Out went the man of the moment, Then he raced in the house looking pained. "I cannot believe what I’ve just seen", Said hubby, his eyes bulging wide. "The home brew’s exploded all over the place, And the truck is still locked up on the inside. "The truck tray is splattered with bottles, They have broken!. THE BREW’S EVERYWHERE." The guest said “I need the truck urgent" "Can you please get it right out of there” “I CANNOT RIGHT NOW”, said my hubby, "In a few days, maybe then it’ll get done". "If things settle down by the weekend", "We can clean up, OH BOY WE’LL HAVE FUN. “NOT ON YOUR LIFE” I said smirking, “It’s your shed and all your home brew” “That shed is yours, to do as you please” “ONLY ONE CLEANS IT UP. AND IT’S YOU”. |
Additional Notes:
This actually happened when we had a friend who came down from Mallina
station to stay with us once, she was a little chinese cook about knee
high to a grasshopper looking up at 6 foot 2 inch Bob begging him to get
her vehicle out of the shed
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