As you see here, Joe is fuckin' cuttin the shit out of this piece of wood. Why? Who knows? You'll notice the garage door has to be kept open beacuse the odor of Joe's sweat, while pleasant to smell, can be toxic to people with allergies to testosterone. Sam folds his arms in the background while quietly chanting, "Cut that shit, Joe. Cut that shit."
In this next image we find a confident Nick about to drill fuck a piece of 2X4. Jeff is helping, but he doesn't have to. Joe brings a tool to him while giving him a look of "Can you handle this shit?". You can't see it in this picture, but Jeff is mouthing "I can handle anything you give me, bro"
Photographed here is essentially Sam's buldging biceps holding a mirror against a wall. He's lifting a it up and down effortlessly just like he does when he's bench pressing the weight of a sumo wrestler. What's the purpose of this task, you ask?
Well, if you even have to ask you probably don't know a THING about acoustic reflections. Look it up and talk to us later. This photo is just to show you that Joe is simply practicing the manly tradition of putting smoke in your lungs. It's his 64th today and it's only 11:00 AM.
In this final photo we find Nick and Jeff hoisting up a 350 lb sound baffle to the ceiling with only the aid of their tape measurers. Why? Because they can. You can't see it very well, but that's Jon in the background making a list of every taxidermied animal head trophy he's slaughtered and where he plans on hanging them up.
Well, there you go! I hope next time you think of the Spinto Band you get scared just thinking about us.
5 comments:
Ahaahaha! Brilliant!
That was one of the best photo/caption collection I have ever seen. Hilarious.
But yes, also somewhat intimidating.
Grow beards and we'll talk.
total studs.
Who could doubt of your manliness after seeing this? Haha!
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