Category: Joke Board
Sorry if these are re-posts; but as I'm sure no one's crawling the joke board for old laughs, I don't feel bad just posting 'em again. Here goes:
Gentlemen:
I am writing in response to your request for additional information in block #3 of the accident reporting form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my
accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust that the following details will be sufficient.
I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I discovered
that I had about 500 pounds of bricks left over. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel using a pulley that was
attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.
Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out, and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went back to the ground and untied
the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the 500 pounds of bricks. You will note in block #11 of the reporting form that my weight is 155
pounds.
Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded
at a rather rapid rate up then side of the building.
In the vicinity of the third floor I met the barrel which was now proceeding in a downward direction at an equally impressive rate of speed. This explains
the fractured skull, minor abrasions, and the broken collarbone, as listed in section 111 of the accident reporting form.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley that I mentioned
in paragraph #2 of this correspondence.
Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning
to experience.
At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground-and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks,
the barrel weighed approximately 50 pounds.
I again refer to my weight in block #11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building.
In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth, the severe lacerations of my legs
and lower body.
Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks
and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the pile of bricks in pain, unable to move and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again
lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope.
Sincerely,
Policy #XYZ 23456
There's an awesome song based off this story. Hilareous.
I've heard the song and am still looking for it. lol
ouch
I have also heard that song. Want to find it.
oh wow; lol. I've never heard the song, but it sounds interesting.
That does sound interesting. Is the song industrial? Sounds like something either Ministry or the Butthole Surfers might put to music, or maybe Genesis Piorge.
Damn, that sucks more than a prostitute on a busy night.
That hurts!
It hurts just thinking about it!
It makes me wince in pain! Wow!