6th
Ex-squeeze me? A-baking powder?
I work in Ireland’s version of Ground Zero (otherwise known as the IFSC). The reason I call it this is because it is currently in the grips of the Irish building mentality of digging a hole to fill a hole, which in turn, gives everyone who works there a giant pain in theirs. As a result, a couple of hundred metres of Luas tracks is taking an inordinate amount of time. On the hair timeline scale, I was practically sporting a 70’s porn star doo when they started. Now I am firmly in Jean Luc Piccard territory. Disheartening stuff indeed.
Recently though this never ending inconvenience was offset ever so slightly by the addition of a piece of equipment with quite possibly the best name ever. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the “Schwing S39SX”.
And better yet, it’s a fucking crane! Below is the Schwing in full, er, swing!
Ok bear with me here, I’m highly excited at the thoughts of trying to offload everything phallus related. Let me schwing into action (and we’re off!).
What happens when it’s brought to the garage due to the crane not working, is the owner embarrassed, saying “This is the first time this has ever happened to me - just give me a few minutes and I’ll try it again”.
Oh wait, here’s another one. What’s the difference between a Schwing S39SX and a giraffe? One has hydraulics and the other has a high bollix!
Yeeeessssss, I can’t handle it anyone more, ah, ah, ah.
And I’m done.
