Hey Jack! Been pretty slow here in the club house. How are things down your way?

 

Small world.....

We were wrecking forms off the big slab we poured yesterday. I'm about to load my skid steer and next thing I know this young feller is standing next to me. Ranch up the road wanted a price on some work and sent him over.

We got to talking and he expressed great interest in construction, and was asking questions. Said he wanted to get into the management part of it on commercial projects. Said right now he was roping, and wanted to focus only on that, and if it didn't work out he would get a real job.

Then he told me he went to Cal-Poly...

Wellllllllll.....

He knew of you Lou, but didn't know you real well. His name is Hunter Rheem. I'm assuming I'm spelling the last part right. Guessing actually....

 

Hey Marky Dos...

Trucking along. Yelling at Mexicans (sorry Mark) pouring concrete and trying to get paid...

 

What do a Mexican and a cue ball have in common? Gotta hit'em both with a stick to get any English out of them

I'll see myself out

 

 

I figured it would be the rim shot or the crickets

 

I forgot about the crickets :>(

 

My boys speak English...

I rarely have to yell at em. Damn good crew. Every once in a while I'll rebel yell Viva Los Mojado's!!!!

That seems to fire em up a bit, LMAO...

I yelled that in a all Mexican bar I wandered into onetime, just to see what in the hell would happen. Dead silence, then yelling screaming laughing back slapping and buying me drinks....

 

Hahaha yup!

 

Beats getting hung and turned into a pinata!
Hey Jack!