Unless you’re in a hurry. Then by all means, start your demolition saga at the bottom by hammering away at random structural members until something exciting happens. And even if some official agency like OSHA requires you to wear steel toe boots, we suggest running shoes.
Sure, he’s dressed like your garden-variety trailer park denizen. He seems a bit meek and mild-mannered, or maybe just stoned. But don’t let that fool you; that dude’s BIG trouble. He’s like Shaft, John McClane, and Hercules all rolled into one. He leaves a wake of destruction in his path that only government subsidies could hope to equal. He’s got the reverse Midas touch. After he passes by, nothing leaves a shadow. We should have sent him to Iraq instead of the army. Rubble don’t make trouble, I always say, and believe me, that garage isn’t going to bother anyone anytime soon.
And the bird(brain)’s-eye view of the proceedings:
I’m not sure if this is how people from Ontario get rid of a pool, or a Jeep. Either way, hold my Molson and watch this.
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Chainsaws are for dilettantes. Sledgehammers are for girls in flip-flops. Dynamite is for pikers. Poseurs might take a flutter on an excavator with a demolition thumb, but that’s really a job for old men that need to sit down all day.
No; a real man wants a thermal lance.