If I were a wall, I'd hate to be a load-bearing wall. Sounds so stressful. Too much responsibility. "Hey wall, if you collapse, you are responsible for the deaths of many people. Good luck."
I guess I'd listen to The Band's The Weight all day. "Put the load (the studs would do the backing vocals – put the load, put the load ) right on me."
I'd rather be a regular wall whose only responsibility is to divide two rooms. Or better yet, one of those half walls with a counter on it. People sit around me and rest their drinks. That sounds like fun. I'd be a social wall.
Of course, the rest of the house would call me names. "Hey, half wall. Your mother's a subfloor."
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