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merry christmas trens gener![]()
rare image of trains (almost) smiling (ew)
i am very tired
ive breathed in like 5 billion tonnes of insulation, its not breathing it in thats the problem is when it gets on your skin i was itchy for like SIX WEEKS ONE TIME MANdont thijk you should be breathing in that insulation man...
I remember working with my pops once to put in some insulationive breathed in like 5 billion tonnes of insulation, its not breathing it in thats the problem is when it gets on your skin i was itchy for like SIX WEEKS ONE TIME MAN
im just a sparky so its basically my job to sacrifice my body for the greater electricity, and pink is by far the worst. o7 young clokrI remember working with my pops once to put in some insulation
I remembered back when I was young he told me “now don’t touch that pink shit you’ll be itching everywhere” and I thought that was another one of his scare tactics... I found out the next morning it wasn’t... god it was horrible I tried to itch my ass and it WOULDNT STOP
electricians are beta males, ground workers are the true chads of the siteim just a sparky so its basically my job to sacrifice my body for the greater electricity, and pink is by far the worst. o7 young clokr
>he has never felt life flash before his eyes as the thunder god himself sends electricity coursing through your bodyelectricians are beta males, ground workers are the true chads of the site
the shame an electrician feels as he walks into the lunch room whilst the real men stand with their heads held high and their clothes drenched in dirt>he has never felt life flash before his eyes as the thunder god himself sends electricity coursing through your body
stay pleb tier, shovelhead
yeah but who do you think's wired up that lunchroom so you can have a cup of tea on the electric kettle, microwave your lunch and have the radio on as the lights are on?the shame an electrician feels as he walks into the lunch room whilst the real men stand with their heads held high and their clothes drenched in dirt
He says, typing this message on his rockbook pro within his unlit, dark and muddy hutthe shame an electrician feels as he walks into the lunch room whilst the real men stand with their heads held high and their clothes drenched in dirt
real men are mechanics