i'd like 2 pickets to...ah nevermind.

ok, so a guy goes to the airline counter and there's a beautiful buxom lady behind the counter and the guy says "i'd like 2 Pickets to tittsburg, please". and the guy behind him says "wow, that's a helluva Freudian slip" and the first guy says "tell me about it. the other night, i started to ask my wife to pass the butter and instead I said 'b-tch, you've ruined my life'".

yeah, it's crass. but unfortunately, it's stuck in my head whenever i hear/read/use the word "picket". and i've been doing that a lot lately. just look at all those beauties in the pic. hand primed by yours truly. i have to prime the other face and one side of each picket, and then it's on to painting. then nailing the pickets to the rails, then setting the posts and screwing the rails with pickets to the posts.
by the way, did you know that my dixie wrecked? ha. WRT jokes that are embedded in my brain, that's one Pat shared with me when we were teenagers and I still think of it whenever i see the word 'dixie'.