for me.. The guy my mom married... thought he was a handy man.. really wasn't.. he could fix a few things, but always made a huge mess.. he was trying to unbolt something - that was obviously stripped - cuz the wrench slipped flying off the nut.. after about the tenth time (and I see him getting madder and madder, yet don't offer any advice) he throws the wrench and yells, "it slips continuously!" like a rabid dog.. I did everything humanly possible to not blow up laughing cuz i woulda eaten the wrench - had he not thrown it..
So, this was the same guy who - bless his heart - had to get a colostomy bag because he contracted cancer.. I did feel extremely bad for him and helped him out as much as possibly.. I was helping him nail a patio cover together (with my brother) and I started the nail with a few taps, then whacked it all the way in with one hammer blow from the Gods... as I knocked it in with one hammer shot, I exclaimed, "tore that one a new assh*le!" to my brother, while colostomy bag guy just looked at me turning BEET red.. It just came out - it wasn't anything I meant on purpose or pre-thought.. it just came out.. The possibly funniest thing I ever said in life was actually something I felt really bad about.. He did pass away in the 90's, or I wouldn't be telling the story - which I know I've told here before..
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..
