Sunday 30 May 2010

Doing an Obo.

I have to get this work finished. I could leave some until tomorrow since nobody is going to read any of it until Tuesday anyway, but tomorrow (assuming no monsoon) would be a good day to paint a fence that's in desperate need of painting. It's only a four-foot fence and generally involves beer with the neighbour on that side.

The other side, where the arse lives, has a six-foot fence. I painted that one last year. This year I plan to fill in the gaps between the boards. Then I can spray-paint it. Although if he's standing there, spray-painting it with gaps could be fun.

So I'm doing an Obo.

Back tomorrow, unless I get bored tonight.

9 comments:

Corrugated Soundbite said...

"The other side, where the arse lives":

Alright, alright! I didn't think I was anywhere in the vicinity ;-)

Otherwise, it seems very much like a "Super Soaker day" is pending, global warming permitting. Pour yourself a beer or three, get cocky and drench a Righteous in Sainsbury's own tap water purely by accident, whilst projectile watering the stinging nettles at the foot of the gapped fence (I've no idea what I mean by projectile, either, or if you have stinging nettles. I do.).

It's cheap and duty free :-)

Anonymous said...

Snap. I'm half-way through doing my fence as well.
P.S. I have a neighboring arsehole as well. (Its not you is it?)

sixtypoundsaweekcleaner said...

Stop Press!

Obo is JD's son! I kid you not. Must be some kind of miracle.

Jake Stardust said...

You need a rest. You're working too hard.

Leg-iron said...

One deadline left. Nearly there.

Jake is right. I need to kick back a little.

Anon - by a remarkable coincidence, the people who live on the other side of the arse are doing up their fence. By filling in the gaps. I'm about to do the same.

Maybe we live either side of the same arse?

Anonymous said...

My arse lives in Devon.

Monty Cristo said...

Polly could JD.

Leg-Iron, please finish your bloody capitalist burden and get back to writing, it's boring without reading your brain farts at the end of the day. 'Cos they am good, innit.

P.S. Can I swear next time? Pease?

Leg-iron said...

Anon -then it's a different arse. Mine is called, coincidentally, Brown.

He's just saved me a wad of cash and a day's work by boarding up the gaps in the fence from his side. I'd just come home after visiting the wood shop to look at board costs and he was already doing it at his own cost. Result! The greenhouse fund just took a big boost.

He's still an arse.

Leg-iron said...

JD - I bet I could. But not with this name.

Gordon - capitalist burden done for now. Drunken ramblings commence.

Can you swear? Fuck aye!

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