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  • An Obituary for the Six Brave Men Defeated by a 10-Inch Hole

    An Obituary for the Six Brave Men Defeated by a 10-Inch Hole

    Where are all the kids whose parents spent their entire childhood screaming, “Quit digging holes! You’re gonna dig to China!” Because I’m hiring. Apparently every one of those little dirt goblins grew up, got office jobs, and forgot how to operate a shovel. Before anyone asks why I don’t just do it myself… I’d love…

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  • Wanted: A Handyman Who Understands the Zap-Zap Rope

    Wanted: A Handyman Who Understands the Zap-Zap Rope

    Looking for a handyman who knows his way around a gas auger, pasture gates, and the mysterious agricultural science behind the zap-zap rope. I already have about 80% of the fence holes drilled, which means the property currently looks like a giant connect-the-dots puzzle designed by a drunk farmer with commitment issues. I can handle…

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  • The Handyman Has Entered Witness Protection

    The Handyman Has Entered Witness Protection

    I hired a handyman. He arrived, looked at the work, discussed materials, promised a start date and then disappeared so completely I assume the federal government gave him a new identity. No call. No text. No estimate. Just silence. Contractors do not say no anymore. They say, “I’ll send that over tonight,” then walk backward…

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  • Patio Doors Are Now a Luxury Item for Billionaires and Drug Lords

    Patio Doors Are Now a Luxury Item for Billionaires and Drug Lords

    BREAKING NEWS: Apparently patio doors are now a luxury item reserved for billionaires and drug lords. I’ve officially entered the phase of homeownership where I can’t tell if I’m shopping for doors or funding a NASA mission. I’ve got three exterior patio doors that need replaced. They’re about 118 inches wide, basically the Shaq of…

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  • Looking for the King of All Handymen

    Looking for the King of All Handymen

    LOOKING FOR “The KING of all HANDYMAN” IN BLOOMINGDALE, OHIO I’m moving to Bloomingdale this week and I’m looking for that mythical being every small town seems to have. You know the guy. The one who sees a leaking pipe and doesn’t panic. The garage door quits opening and he just laughs and says, “Yep,…

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