Bastard sheds

This is my shed. There are many like it, but this one is mine. And when I could not open the door, I felt betrayed. Betrayed by my shed. For what is a man without his shed?

I fixed that sucker with a two ton jack and a tiny ball pein hammer (way to go stuntweasel dude, don't take no shyt from no sheds y'all, shed ain't the boss round here)...

And now it's time for bed...