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Looks kind of like a 40+ year old picture of my youthful arm back when I lifted weights and worked construction ... before my cubicle career. You should have seen my arm after a day of nailing (16 oz hammer and nails) strapping on the cielings. Swelled up, viens popping, one arm half again bigger than the other. Those were the days. Work hard, party hard.
Scarlett Johansson?
actually from today, just cropped, and 24 oz or go home
24 oz or go home
I saved the big hammer for framing work. After you've pounded your thumb and it pops like a grape you can really appreciate using a 16oz for overhead hammering. 24oz overhead was overkill, we used 2 - 6 penny nails on the strapping ... so one tap to set the nail, then a whack to drive it home. Today's guys using air nailers/staplers are probably 3x faster.
I use the same for everything, to hard to get use to the change, even finish if it applys
Whack that thumb early Monday morning. Hungover. Still work all day
I miss the days of manual labor. It was so back-breakingly easy. You did the job, or you didn't.
No office politics. No quarterly assessment.
I just lifted shit, or I didn't
It was a much simpler time. And girls were girls, AIDS didn't exist, we had our whole lives ahead of us, we felt invincible!
The young women I dated used to be fascinated by my hands. They said I had "man hands"; rough, callusy, vien popping big mitts. Most of the guys my age still had soft hands I guess. I snagged a few nylons in my day. :o)
I snagged a few nylons in my day. :o)
Never have I heard such a boomer way of saying "I grabbed her by the pussy"
My girl friend made me wear gloves when we fucked. My hands were too rough
Lol, until my recent condition slowed me down considerably, the nearly fifty years of doing masonry and mining without ever wearing gloves my hands were one big rough callus. Only met one guy that I shook hands with that had hands as hard and rough as mine. It was funny, we both looked at each other like what the fuck! I had met him at a rendezvous, he was there skinning a mountain of long ass pine poles from Canada for teepee poles. Definitely lots of fabrics that women wear you learned best not to touch!
Im still invincible, My hands never get callouses though.
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