TRUCKASAURUS

A bit less than a year ago, I began working in a shed in the Industrial Estate out the back of Port Elliot. My job was to sort cockles and grade them so they could be sold to the public. I then told my boss to employ Casey V because he was looking for work. 1 year passes, the season had been over for months. Our boss from Cockles rang us up. Next thing you know he is getting us to pull an engine out of a big fucking truck and take the wheels off which were rusted to buggery. It was an easy couple hundred, made easier by the use of forklifts, oxy torches and sledge hammers. It was a good 2 days (10 hours) of work, learnt a bit about how shit trucks are and I also found an iced coffee stubbie holder. Booyahhhh!