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Why did the blue-collar worker bring a pencil to the job interview? To draw attention to his skills!
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Why did the electrician become a stand-up comedian? He had a real knack for shocking the audience!
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Why did the plumber start a band? Because he knew how to pipe up the crowd!
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Why did the blue-collar worker bring a ladder to work? Because he heard it was a step up in his career!
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What did the electrician say when he shocked himself? 'Well, that was a shocking turn of events!
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What do you call a blue-collar worker who can play a musical instrument? A jack of all trades!
DIY Therapy
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Being blue-collar is therapeutic. Nothing says I've got my life together like fixing a leaky faucet or changing a tire. The only problem is, I've started diagnosing everything in my life like a plumbing issue. Relationship problems? Must be a clog in communication. Emotional baggage? Time to call in the DIY therapist, armed with a wrench and a can-do attitude.
Blue Collar, White Overalls
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You ever notice how they call it blue collar work? Like, what's with the color-coding? Are we supposed to wear white overalls if we're, I don't know, accountants? Do they think we need a uniform to distinguish us from the blue-collar gang? I can just imagine accountants walking into the office with a pocket protector and white overalls, ready to tackle those spreadsheets like they're fixing a car.
Garage Sale Guilt
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You ever have a garage sale and suddenly feel like you're parting with your children? Oh, little rusty wrench, you've been with me through thick and thin, but I need to let you go for 50 cents. It's like sending your tools off to college, hoping they'll find a good home and not end up in a neglected corner of someone else's garage.
Home Improvement Olympics
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I tried my hand at home improvement recently, and let me tell you, it's like entering the Olympics. There's the precision of a gymnast when measuring, the endurance of a marathon runner when painting, and the mental fortitude of a chess grandmaster when figuring out which screw goes where. I'm just waiting for the judges to hold up scorecards after I assemble an IKEA bookshelf.
Toolbox Archaeology
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Opening my toolbox is like digging into an archaeological site. I find tools from different eras—screws that predate smartphones, bolts from the analog age. It's like uncovering a time capsule, except instead of historical artifacts, it's just a bunch of rusty tools and a mysterious unidentified liquid.
Tools and Their Hidden Agendas
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I swear, my tools have secret meetings when I'm not around. I put a screwdriver in the toolbox, and the next thing I know, it's telling the hammer, You won't believe the things he's been saying about you. I suspect there's a rebellion brewing in my toolbox. Pretty soon, they're going to demand better working conditions and dental benefits.
Duct Tape, the Universal Fixer
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They say duct tape can fix anything. I'm starting to think it might be the secret to world peace. Forget diplomatic talks; just hand leaders a roll of duct tape and tell them to patch things up. I bet the United Nations has a secret stash of decorative duct tape for when things get really messy.
The Lawnmower's Revenge
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My lawnmower has a personal vendetta against me. Every time I try to start it, it's like negotiating with a rebellious teenager. I pull the cord, and it just stares at me, refusing to cooperate. I can almost hear it saying, You want a nicely trimmed lawn? Earn it, buddy. I never thought yard work would become a battle of wills.
Blue Collar Zen
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Being blue-collar is like a zen master class. You find peace in the hum of the machinery, the rhythmic clang of hammers, and the occasional expletive when someone realizes they left their lunch at home. It's the only job where you can simultaneously meditate and swear like a sailor. It's like spiritual enlightenment with a side of grease stains.
DIY Magic
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They say magic is just science we don't understand. Well, DIY projects are just magic tricks gone wrong. You start with a plan, wave a few tools around, and hope for the best. Sometimes it's a dazzling success, and other times it's a spectacular disaster. But hey, at least I can say I've mastered the art of making things disappear—usually into a pile of spare parts in the garage.
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