When I was in jr. high, my dad came home one weekend with a ceiling fan for every room in our suburban ranch house. Since I was the oldest kid, I won the role of helper to him for that day. Because of that day, now I can install the light fixtures in my own house.
That one thing worked out O.K.
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Doh, I hate that. Why can't they just be all evil? It would make everything so much easier.
Well, I'm pretty sure that at least some of the ceiling fans were stolen, so, you know, it's still easy.
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