Today I finally became a full-grown, adult man.
No, not my bar-mitzvah.
Rather, I just achieved one of those milestones which separates the men from the boys. A rite of passage which means that I am now qualified to drink strong lager from the can, while standing around at a family barbecue with my shirt off, proudly displaying my beer belly.
Yea 'tis true. For today... (drum roll please)...
I took delivery of my first skip.
Thank you. Thank you.
Now I can stand in the pub, supping my ale, holding forth about cubic-yardages and regaling my fellow quaffers with the riveting tale of how I had to guide the skip-lorry driver down the narrow lane so that he didn't demolish any garden walls.
And once that is done we will finish our pints and go out hunting deer; driving them over cliffs with pointed sticks before howling at the moon and smearing the blood on our bodies...
Ah. It's good to be a bloke.
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It was all goin so well.... nice little title, great wandering-off-into-the-sublime, then it all went tits with those horrible links.....
boys2men....... what were you thinking of?
I'm sorry. It was never my intention to offend anyone.
The offensive content has been removed and replaced by something more dull.
[errrm, what offensive content? you've got me all concerned now]
Errm, good, thats better.......
I think.
The Buoyz2Men bit. It was offensive.
I can accept that now.
Okay, while reading, I had NO idea what a skip was. Here it's a little move you do while walking, or in dave's case, dancing, but yea. I am going to assume its the same thing as a dumpster?
Heh heh.
Yeah, a dumpster is the nearest equivalent.
The link on the word 'skip' should show you what they look like over here...
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