I had a co-worker at the monterey boatworks who had a problem with alcohol. I told him that I needed help re-wiring my boat. He told me that he knew all about wiring and would gladly undertake the job. Unfortunatly
he would stop off at another fellow alcoholics boat and put away some beer. Then he would stop off at the london bridge pub, and put away a lot more beer. After this he would forget about wiring my boat. I would get fed up waiting for him, and start painting the inside of the boats cabin, or some trim work that needed painting. It’s amazing how much work one can acomplish when one is mad. He finally did come down to the boat one evening, with another boatyard employee, and a case of beer. They started working on the wiring, and then proceeded to set my boat on fire.
Alcohol and work just dont mix.:)
Hey, Brig, next time you’re stumped for a Sunday idea, could you maybe give us a guide to the Pfaff sisters? I have a feeling it’s not going to be effortless to tell them apart. (And at first I thought maybe that would be part of the joke, but now I’m clearly going to want to keep an eye on Aunt Patty …)
Thanks. And man, I know it can’t be easy to be Uncle Ted, but really it would be making it easier on himself if he just got the shelves done!
So put a bottle of Jack (or whatever his poison is) in the false ceiling above where the shelves will go, and advise him how the shelves would make an excellent ladder to reach it … done!
Yeah… that bit of a problem can turn into a serious problem. No further comments from me about Uncle Ted. Too much pain from personal experience for me on that. It’s tough on you as a kid. 🙁
squid guy… GRrrrrr… that must’ve been really frustrating. Sigh… and it ended up that you (and your boat) got scorched. More sighs.
Suzii…. Hi ho… yes, I will put a Pfaff sister who’s who together. I think it’s time to change some stuff around… you know, a spring cleaning of sorts. Thank you for your suggestion. Look for that soon.
Grey… umm… No bottles IN the store…. that leads to the dark side. He needs a sitter… someone to keep him at work until his work is done. He’ll eventually wind up at Murphy’s Pub… but not until the shelves are all proper-like.
Pete… I know the feeling, Pete. There was/is alcoholism on both sides of my family… it’s not been pleasant for those closest to them… or those who were. I am sorry that you’ve experienced an “Uncle Ted” (in some capacity) in your life. No party poopers.
I had a co-worker at the monterey boatworks who had a problem with alcohol. I told him that I needed help re-wiring my boat. He told me that he knew all about wiring and would gladly undertake the job. Unfortunatly
he would stop off at another fellow alcoholics boat and put away some beer. Then he would stop off at the london bridge pub, and put away a lot more beer. After this he would forget about wiring my boat. I would get fed up waiting for him, and start painting the inside of the boats cabin, or some trim work that needed painting. It’s amazing how much work one can acomplish when one is mad. He finally did come down to the boat one evening, with another boatyard employee, and a case of beer. They started working on the wiring, and then proceeded to set my boat on fire.
Alcohol and work just dont mix.:)
Hey, Brig, next time you’re stumped for a Sunday idea, could you maybe give us a guide to the Pfaff sisters? I have a feeling it’s not going to be effortless to tell them apart. (And at first I thought maybe that would be part of the joke, but now I’m clearly going to want to keep an eye on Aunt Patty …)
Thanks. And man, I know it can’t be easy to be Uncle Ted, but really it would be making it easier on himself if he just got the shelves done!
So put a bottle of Jack (or whatever his poison is) in the false ceiling above where the shelves will go, and advise him how the shelves would make an excellent ladder to reach it … done!
Yeah… that bit of a problem can turn into a serious problem. No further comments from me about Uncle Ted. Too much pain from personal experience for me on that. It’s tough on you as a kid. 🙁
Sorry to be a party pooper.
squid guy… GRrrrrr… that must’ve been really frustrating. Sigh… and it ended up that you (and your boat) got scorched. More sighs.
Suzii…. Hi ho… yes, I will put a Pfaff sister who’s who together. I think it’s time to change some stuff around… you know, a spring cleaning of sorts. Thank you for your suggestion. Look for that soon.
Grey… umm… No bottles IN the store…. that leads to the dark side. He needs a sitter… someone to keep him at work until his work is done. He’ll eventually wind up at Murphy’s Pub… but not until the shelves are all proper-like.
Pete… I know the feeling, Pete. There was/is alcoholism on both sides of my family… it’s not been pleasant for those closest to them… or those who were. I am sorry that you’ve experienced an “Uncle Ted” (in some capacity) in your life. No party poopers.
For some reason Uncle Ted made me think of “Father Ted”, which has a raging alcoholic character. I doubt Mouse’s uncle is anywhere near as bad as him.