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Drop kick me Jesus, through the goal posts of life
When building the furniture yesterday, I found that my nifty difty drill wouldn't drive a series of screws because they were sunken too deep into the frontspiece, and I don't have a bit extender.
So I did them by hand.
50 3" screws.
In a row.
No pausing.
Only when I was done, did I realize that the dull throbbing in my the middle of my right palm, where I was pushing on the end of the screwdriver, was because I'd worn away the skin and created a hole somewhere between 1/4" and 1/2" across. The constant pressure deadened it so I couldn't feel it until it was alllllll over.
I've got a redneck stigmata.
So I did them by hand.
50 3" screws.
In a row.
No pausing.
Only when I was done, did I realize that the dull throbbing in my the middle of my right palm, where I was pushing on the end of the screwdriver, was because I'd worn away the skin and created a hole somewhere between 1/4" and 1/2" across. The constant pressure deadened it so I couldn't feel it until it was alllllll over.
I've got a redneck stigmata.
End over end, neither left nor the right
That was pretty goddamn hilarious.