The rusty trombone. In all honesty I really do not want to tell the story because it is absolutely disgusting but I also must admit it is hillarious.

Working on a jobsite with a bunch of other guys tends to have its sick adult humor. I am not above this type of humor as I can be as sick as anyone if I really try. The other factor is the amount of swearing that is done. I dont just mean when we hit our thumbs with hammers or other crazy things. Just in general. Sailors do not swear as much as construction people do. Course there is always the exception. My boss is one of them. I dont think I have ever heard him swear in the year that I've known him. It will be interesting to work directly with him tomorrow with my worse than sailor tongue.

Perhaps I'll get back to the story. My first week back to work has been quite entertaining. I have two new people working on my crew. One of them is an older fella that worked with concrete for a long time. The other is a younger fella that has a bad mouth like I do. His stories are much worse though. It seems that in my absence the crew has been taking stabs at each other. Mostly it is the younger fella picking at the concrete dude. I keep hearing about a rusty trombone during my first day back. Sadly curiosity gets the better of me. By the way the conversation keeps flying back and forth I must be in on the joke because everyone is laughing but me.

What is a rusty trombone? This invention is explained to me. My semi virgin ears (and probably yours as well) almost can't handle it. I burst out laughing because of who it's directed to. You may not get the humor but picture a young fella telling an older man that he's perfected the art of a trombone, no matter the partner. (even though the younger fella has no idea what the older fella does at home) Oh alright I'll stop stalling. The trombone is a sexual maneuver for licking an ass and pulling on the male gender part at the same time. Wikipedia has a definition. Yes I know you really didn't want to know (if you didn't know already...... pervert) but for the story to be told it has to be said. Regardless I keep hearing this "joke" on a daily basis now. It gets funny in a different manor.

We were working on a home last week. (I've worked on 4 since I have been back to work, this feat is extrordinary concidering the crew I'm working with) The owner of the house has a tiny dog called chicken. Of course the trombone joke is multiplied with the addition of the dog called chicken. Yes you can imagine the choke the chicken jokes and playing with chicken. It goes on and on mixed with the occasional trombone act. I think I am working with freaks. Now I have to find out how the gerbils fit into the story. Beastiality is nothing compared to this.