Once upon a time, in 1948...

...there was a construction worker.  Let's call him "Retarded Jackass."  


So, R.J. had done a fine job building a garage, with an apartment above it on Whittington Street in Bossier City.  All he had left to do was install the the tongue in groove oak floor in the bathroom.  


As he prepared to finish, he noticed that in the corner of the apartment was a 400 pound keg of nails.  He thought to himself, "Heh!  I've got all this extra material.  I may as well use it all up in this 7' x 8 ' bathroom!  I think I shall nail every tongue in groove plank with 70 to 80 nails.  And when I get finished, I'll go back over it with what's left, just to make sure that when Andy has to rip the rotten crap out in 2010 he will know that I really cared!"

I'm pretty sure R.J. is dead now. 

I hope he did not die a painful death.

But, I hate him...

Really, I do.