You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
A muscular guy, apparently in his twenties, is carrying an empty beer keg as he walks backwards through a door, then he turns.
He sees the sign.
He squints at the sign. Apparently, it hurts. This is apparently not the basement he was looking for.
"Okay, a question. Anybody here got any advice on how to catch up on sleep when you're working two full-time jobs? And I've got another question: where the heck am I supposed to put the empties," he adds, holding up the keg.
He may look familiar to some people.
(( Much belated, but it did finally happen.)) ((EDIT to add: Unconsciousness has come. Comments welcome- I'll grab 'em when I'm not unconscious!))
He sees the sign.
He squints at the sign. Apparently, it hurts. This is apparently not the basement he was looking for.
"Okay, a question. Anybody here got any advice on how to catch up on sleep when you're working two full-time jobs? And I've got another question: where the heck am I supposed to put the empties," he adds, holding up the keg.
He may look familiar to some people.
(( Much belated, but it did finally happen.)) ((EDIT to add: Unconsciousness has come. Comments welcome- I'll grab 'em when I'm not unconscious!))