...this wirin' sitcheeation I discovered while trackin' down t'other side of a cord of a Grain Belt beer sign hangin' on the wall behind the dry bar in my basement-- well, it jus' don't seem right, son.



Well, hey there, little feller! Looks like we have ourselves a spliced wire connected to the prongs of the sign's 'lectric cord. Ain'tcha ever heard of an extension cord, previous owner of my house?


Seriously, dude. Hick schtick aside, what kind of dumbass motherfucker are you? You really thought this was a good idea? Were you too cheap to buy an extension cord, or just too dumb to worry about burning down the house? And this wasn't the only little extracurricular dipshit wiring exercise I found down there. Don't worry, future owner of my house, I got this shit covered. J. Skidz got your fuckin' back.