Nail guns are fun if you put a wire around the safety you can shoot them, They go about 40 feet and will stick 
... or, if you are a little clumsy and hit your boot just right, it will shoot a sixteen penny nail completely through your work boots and your instep and the sole of your boots and your foot will be nailed to the rafter while you lose your balance and fall and hang upside down by one foot and scream a lot and try for the next ten minutes to convince your co-workers that you aren't just fucking around again and that you actually need some help to get this nail pulled out of your foot.
Just ask my brother.
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(totally true, P - you just have not lived enough yet, pal. Not you Parts. I am sure you have seen similar. It's that P always says I am bullshitting, but no. I'm NOT and I have not, except on those times I said that I was kidding or I was mistaken about something. I often try to correct mistakes.)
That would fucking hurt and be scary as hell. :lol:
Nah, all that was fun compared to having six panicking friends using a prybar to get the nail out of the rafter so he could fall about twenty feet and then me trying to explain it all, second hand, to the nurses that thought he was hawt. I was driving up, just as he fell and I FREAKED OUT, immediatley but had no clue what had happened and drove him to the ER. He bled everywhere and he entered shock as we got within a hundred feet of my car (it was wet and I did not yet know what had happened when I parked my fancy Mustang on dry ground and ran to see why he fell) and he became a wet bag of muscle, heavier than I was. All his friends had stepped aside by then, because "Big Brother To The Rescue" was enabled. I was out of my league. I did not like seeing my little brother hurt. Never did. I always faught back hard when I saw this, but this was a fight against his own stupidity.
They all told me about how long it took to get the nail out and how they finally believed that he was serious about wanting help and then argued that he was still playing a joke (you must understand, my brother is the funniest man alive and he had everyone by the ass on pranks). The incident itself was no where near as rough as the ensuing rescue.
