Gender distortion and metro sexuality aside there are some instances when boys will be boys.

I’ll explain.

So there I am sitting in the break room with a couple of my colleagues. They’ve been putting up a wall, painting, putting up skirting-boards, baseboards, that kind of thing.

It’s hotter than all hell out there, which does all kinds of weird things to the human brain, especially if you’re doing manual labour, so a drop in IQ is perfectly understandable. The conversation rolls around topics like ice cream, short skirts, sweat and such, as it tends to do. Suddenly the 6’4’’ guy in all black worker wear looks up from his mug of coffee and says in a slightly dreamy and far away voice:

-I wonder what the range of hurting someone with a nail gun actually is.

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Now, if there was ever a query likely to end in Jackass like antics, that would be the one.

Those things have a safety measure for precisely that scenario, in case you got nervous. You can’t actually shoot a nail gun at someone – which leads me to believe that, yes, someone tried it. And, yes it worked, and yes, it hurts. And yes, you’ll need to go to the hospital.

That did not stop the conversation from going into how the safety measure can be disabled (and no, I am not sharing) and what the range on that might be, you know, from a pounds of force per square inch perspective. Fucking hell!

So. This is one of those things that I’ll wager only guys come up with after a long, hard day of work over a cup of coffee whereas I am sure the ladies would not follow this particular line of thought long enough for it to derail into the careening, screaming bad idea train that it actually is.

I’m just sayin’

ROL