Boston, MA – Look at this little redneck. He has great form, bending with his knees and not his back. Two hands on the shovel. It’s actually textbook shoveling. The part where he lacks any intelligence whatsoever is when this little dummy is presented with 360 degrees of debris tossing options, and he selects the wrong one. What are the odds of that? (1 in 360)
This actually reminds me of the snow shoveling I will be doing very soon. Mrs. Munson likes to sit in the house and sip warm coffee while I shovel, then when I come in with shriveled testicles, she’ll ask things like “Was it a light snow or a heavy snow?” You know what, Titsy? After eleven hundred fucking shovelfuls, it can start to get a bit heavy, yeah.