Builders’ Cracks
Friday, July 4th, 2008
At the moment I’m in the office listening to a group of builders erecting scaffolding outside. They’re a jolly bunch, with their bare shirts and hairy chests, playing Capital FM and making jokes about their giant penises (partially for my benefit I think, as my open window allows me to hear them quite clearly).
My boss sent me outside a few minutes ago to check on their schedule - I think they thought I was going to tell them off about their noisiness or ribaldry. Of course that was the last thing on my mind. 
5:24 pm on 4-Jul-08
Boy, I hope this story has a sexy ending…
6:50 pm on 4-Jul-08
You go girl, get all sexist on their hairy asses.
11:20 pm on 4-Jul-08
SF: Nope, that’s it. End of story. What were you hoping for? An orgy in the bushes? Shame on you.
Dr M: What’s good for the goose and all that.
7:42 am on 5-Jul-08
Remember, it’s not the size of the construction crew that matters, but more a matter of how they perform.
2:12 pm on 6-Jul-08
Indeed, Matthew. How’s your flaccid candle faring?