Returning to Wes' lair... ah... workshop, all three PG guys manage to get together and get a fair number of projects completed.
Hey! There's a first time for everything!
 No apparent permanent damage. |
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| Ross: | Kinda creepy last night. It was dark, there was a dense fog hanging in the air, but there was a certain sense of electricity to the whole event, wouldn't you say? |
| Wes: | I'll say! Kinda' smelly too! It was like walking into Frankenstein's "Laboratory" - Young Frankenstein that is... far too comical to be the real deal. Anyway - the "dense fog" came from Steve's bowels, but there was also the ammonia from the Dry-loc, and the petroleum distillates from the Kilz, and then CO2 from Steve testing the Jeep, a genuine potpourri of manhood if you will. Add to that the re-wiring we were doing and I'm amazed we are alive today - let alone had no injuries. |
| Ross: | Yeah, weren't it GREAT! It was just like old times! All kinds of gasses and fumes and things were getting kind of loopy. I think Steve probably killed the most brain cells, what with being in the same room as the running Jeep and the fact that he had two more beers than me. :-) I must say, the wiring in your basement is looking much better. As long as you don't look up. Sorry about the wire pokes by the way. Any punctures? You really shouldn't have admitted that you're spooked by electrical panels BTW, you really opened yourself up for abuse there. :-D |
| Wes: | I suppose I did. I was actually testing my friendships - you both failed! (racka fracka..) You don't poke a man while saying (ZZZZT) when he's got his fingers in an electrical box! Maybe that was the ammonia smell? Did I tell you Steve bet me a $20 I wouldn't throw the switch while you were connecting that other box? ;o) |
| Ross: | Remind me to thank him for his consideration. I'm glad you're more expensive than a $20. Oh, no, we didn't fail the friendship test. The wires we were poking you with weren't hooked up to anything. :-D BTW, what was up with Steve and that remote starter? Why was he so squeamish about cracking open the coil pack on his wife's truck? So it was a factory sealed unit! How's he supposed to get it working? ;-) |
| Wes: | Oh - so you think of me more like an expensive whore than a friend who refused to take the bribe ehh? In the next sentence you say you didn't use live wires...kinda' like you were thinking about it. OYE! With friends like you - I better add a GFI to the incoming electrical feed and wear rubber boots. As for Steve - I didn't catch that part about the coil... but you know my theory - It ain't mine - crack it open! |
| Ross: | No, no, I still think you're cheap, ah... That didn't come out right. I mean, I'm just greatful that you don't bribe easily. Yeah, that's it. But yeah, you should wear rubber boots. High ones, cause it's getting deep now. ;-P Seems the evening's banter is rapidly degenerating, as usual. Do I dare give you last words this week? :-) |
| Wes: | If you're asking - you're pretty much handing it over to me gift wrapped. But, I'll be nice! Deep it is! As deep as the fog was thick Last night! So knowing how unpleasant that was, I shall yield to this conversation and bid thee farewell until the next time. Adios! |
| Epilogue | Holy electric jolt, Batman! Tune in next time to see if our Dynamic Duo...uh... oh... um... Wrong show... ah... That's it for this week. Catch us again in the next round! |