When I was young we used to have family Christmas gatherings. On one occasion, my Uncle Collin was being his ever boisterous self. I loved him for it because he made me laugh. Pretty confident all the adults hated him. This was clearly demonstrated one Christmas Eve when Uncle Collin, smoking a pipe he’d just lit with strike anywhere matches, burst into flames.
My Uncle had secured his box of matches in his shirt pocket underneath his Christmas sweater. He’d been laughing hysterically at one of his own jokes and slapping himself on the chest such was his hilarity. Anyway, this activity ignited the matches and his chest burst into flame quite spectacularly.
My Dad and Uncle John put him out with pints of beer and pats, disguised as sharp jabs, to the chest. I was enthralled by the whole ordeal.
@great-big-stees saidA man with simple needs is a happy man.
I am a man of simple needs...let’s say $5.00 CDNA.🤔
@very-rusty saidWe always hope to find our match, don't we?
Especially if he can find a partner with the same simple needs. 😉
-VR
@very-rusty saidHow did they feel about it? 😉
I was lucky twice in having done just that! 😉
-VR
-CS