I'm eating a coconut.
Many of you will have done this before. It's possible you've even opened your own. It was easy, you used the right tools, the right techniques, there's really nothing to it..
Screw you guys. I got to use an axe. I had fun.
Here's the final armoury of tools I required to get into my coconut:
How could I lose?
The first step was to get the milk out. I didn't have a vice or a clamp, so I figured my legs would suffice. The fun bit was when the drill bounced off the shell and I had to activate pneumatic mode:
A bit closer to my testicles than the B&Q safety manual recommends
The knife was a complete disappointment in most respects, but did serve well in lieu of a hammer when I needed something to bash the chisel with. We don't have any pics of that scary moment, so here's one of the knife disturbingly close to my fingers:
And, finally, success:
In other news my housemate has swine flu.
Xx
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Victory
Posted by Ina at 23:37
Labels: birmingham, life
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Leave a comment.
Post a Comment