digitaldiscipline ◾ ◾ Wild Turley... Errr. . .. Sledgehammer Party

So, as some of y'all may know, my new house has a garage.

Said garage is, kindly spoken, a fucking deathtrap - the list of fixes required noted on three separate housing inspections are all obviated by a closing statement essentially stating "structure cannot be salvaged."

So, in the fine tradition of my enjoying an adult beverage and some low-grade carnage, I'm planning on having a gathering of folks who are willing to get a little dirty and sweaty wielding crowbars and sledgehammers to knock the fucker over and throw the remains into a dumpster sometime after I assume ownership. (Future plans for the cement pad it sits on are unclear - making it a parking pad and putting up a basketball hoop? Building a new garage? Going with a prefab car port? Option D?)

Similarly, some sections of my exterior fence need some tough love, but that's a later concern - my stance on them is similar to my stance on furniture - until I can do just what I want, I'll hold off (plus, I don't know What I Want is defined as just yet as pertains to the fence, other than it will be tallish and intruder-unfriendly).

So, consider this to be fair warning that, sometime in August, I'm planning on supplying beer and weapons and maybe something to burn meat with in exchange for the blood and sweat of some friendly volunteers for Project Backyard Mayhem.