When I finally had need of a mason, I was sad to learn that he in fact meant to charge for his services. Free mason, my ass. Since his desired compensation bordered on the extortionate, I decided to do the job myself.
Now I know why JC had to be a carpenter. For were he a brick-layer, he woulda been a habitual and incessant blasphemer. Whatever the non-free masons charge, next time I’m paying it.
What were you bricking up? And did you do any praying beforehand?
It’s sort of a planter, but quite tall - in essence a 4’tall, 5’x2’ rectangle.
I believe a cask of Amontillado would fit that space.
Fortunadotuatly.
I’ve got a ‘Second-hand’ apron.
Seriously.
I really enjoy the sound of troweling mortar on brick. I think I would like to be a mason, except for the fact that I am incredibly lazy.
So is that where Bricker wound up?
Oh, SHOVE the abattoir!
For the love of Og, Isosleepy!
Well written O.P. Bring more.
No you wouldn’t. The extent of my masonry experience was humping cinder block and mixing mortar for a day. By the end of the day, the skin on my fingers was shredded and I was worn to a nub. I admire good masonry, but I’ll leave it to the lunatics who love to do it.
How would Jesus Christ blaspheme?
“Me!”
“Me, mom and step-dad!”
“Dad dammit!”
Don’t forget “Me H. Me!”
For the love of God, Kenobi!