I like the cut of your jib.
Thanks for that! But I have to be honest and say that I purchased my jib at Woolworths. It hurts to admit it, but I tried to cut my own jib... and it was a
disaster!
You see, I've always wanted to fit into the jib lifestyle. I see everyone around me with these gnarly-fresh jibs, but all I had to show off with was a paisley stanchion. Here are all these hip guys and gals with their jibs flowing in the breeze, while I'm stuck lugging around a stanchion like some sort of moron who can't find his theater, or night club, to cordon off! What was I to do, but cut my own jib and put everyone else to shame. I'm not above public shaming through outclassing. It's genetic.
I went to Marla Flenderson's Fabrics O'Fabrics - "Home of the 12¢ Burrito" - to get my jib fabric. I decided to go with a delicate crushed velvet in mauve, of course. I'm looking to out-jib the competition here, not win a reliability award! Once I had my proto-jib, I needed a way to cut it, so I went into the shed out back of my neighbor Tommy's house... after drugging him with some dry vermouth and some packets of Sweet 'N Low. He needs to raise his alcoholism game!
Anyway, I couldn't find a cutting knife or shears in Tommy's shed, so I fashioned a cutting device out of his rusty push lawnmower, some c-clamps and an ironing board. I drew a sketch of my genius construct, as it could have a future as a gruesome murder machine. It was quite scary. I wasn't even sure I should be getting near it with my ream of crushed velvet.
As the lawn mower roared to life, whipping its rusty blade around like a scary windmill, I flung the velvet at the blade...
Long story short, Tommy can only give low-fives from now on... and the flames that consumed his house were supposedly seen from the ISS. It was quite a sight! I still joke with Tommy about it as we swig Natty Ices from the porch of his single-wide, which is conveniently parked next to the smoldering remains of his family home.
And
that is why I bought my jib at Woolworth's and just tell everyone that I made it myself.
Uh... so who's ready for Unprofessional Fridays? Right, guys? It's only in two hour--... wait today is Thursday?!? Those Seventh-Day Adventists lied to me again! And they took my shoes. I just lacquered them!