*grinning a droll sardonic grin* Ah, humor most fit for the gallows or gutters. *chuckles* You've earned an official Go Fuck Yourself.
That's pretty flaky and dry humor. Poor guy. LOL
One of these last few Summers of mowing our bottom land on her dad's John Deer riding mower, had to get him. Come around and slowed with a "something isn't quite right" look on my face. He comes over by me.
"Aren't you glad I sometimes like it up the ass," I asked him then pulled off at full speed. He was in tears by the time I got back around to him. He hollered at me.
"Yeah, that damn Dear doesn't use lube either boy!"
After we had gotten all the, or at least most of the yard work finished that day we took his dad's pickup to old 21 Market. He told me to get 4 pony bottles of beer. Sat overlooking the bottom on the tailgate and had a sandwich and couple of ponies. Kind of miss those rare times, and even with the innuendo there was nothing sexual going on, just guys cutting up.
He has since lied against me, put untold words and attitudes unto me that I know well are not, were not there. Rough to overlook that to get back to the golden moments. When his dad died, I covered all reflected surfaces so he would not get trapped, I ate what little sin his dad had. First went into his dad's house that morning, it was him that told me, "I'll give you two a few minutes." He then left me with his dad in the bed, took everyone else outside. I bowed down and kissed his dad's forehead gently. I will honor any and all obligation to that grandfather, never in need of reminding.
Yeah, there's still crazy fucks like me in the World/s. Excuse me, need to go tend the housework lest I think too much and get trapped in my skull.