Shed Games

I had to spend a good deal of time the last day or two cleaning up my property from a storm last weekend. In gathering and bagging wayward branches, twigs and bamboo canes, I couldn’t help but  start thinking about woodsheds. Like how much wood would a woodshed shed if a woodshed could shed wood.

“The woodshed” is such a commonly used phrase in America, anyway, as a place where some otherwise competent adult in business, athletics or politics is taken there when under criticism from a boss for some foolish act.

I have never actually seen a real woodshed and can’t quite tell you what one looks like, or smells or feels like. I can imagine the sounds emanating from one, however. Until I can picture a woodshed, here are some images of naughty young adults in or on the way to a woodshed, sometimes not even making it all the way there before business had to be taken care of.