The job I'm on is completely fucked. The following pics are not the reasons; they're the results.

He asked that I don't reveal his identity, and that's why I used the neck-down approach. Basically I was treated to a homoerotic pole dance, without the pole.

My apprentice Sam put his hoisting and rigging skills to good use; our Gatorades made it to the roof safely.
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WTF!?
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