Urg, I get the shivers just thinking about being up there. Let's go street racing on nice, flat streets instead.
This is golf, not counting how many windows you can break from the 40th floor with golf balls. That's scheduled for next Tuesday when we get the 41st floor built and extend our driving range out and can reach the mayors office on the 3ed floor.
Seven!! Seven's the key number here. Think about it. Seven doors. Seven-Eleven. Seven. Seven little chipmunks twirling on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' of gorgonzola when it's clearly bree time baby. Step into my office…
EIGHT!!! We'll have some gorgonzola in your office Behind The Eight Ball when there's Eight Days A Week. Eight Is Enough, don't you think?
Nine Stories is all I'll go…. Oh wait, I've got more…..
Nice shot George you made it 10 blocks and knocked out the Mayors window. Now its my turn to try.
If you've worked in Construction very long, you already know that a boom-box will indeed go to Eleven.
A Bakers Dozen! (oops, too early?….)
Yes, as a Bakers Dozen is 13 although it can also be 14…
On the fifteenth floor I sent coupeZ600 back down to the ground floor to pick up the beer and sandwiches… Had to laugh since the elevator wont be installed tell next week. The sixteenth floor should be ready by the time he gets back and ill see you guys there.
The Seventeenth Floor was always my favorite because it always gave you such a Primal sense of Freedom, almost like you were Eighteen again…..
I love Prime Numbers because they are so much the red-headed step-child like me….
That last step to the top of the Nineteenth floor is a doozy.
"Sure it's safe; we built it didn't we? Have a beer…"
Looks almost as much fun as pole-climbing school