I'm a self-admitted Mo-ron. I like to ask my buddies would you do X for $5 million. Or how much would it take for you to do X. Typically something vulgar, nasty, or that would make ya'mama blush.
I was asking my golf buddy (nameless to protect the innocent) as we're walking up to the 8th green.
BUCKET "If you could play golf anywhere anytime you wanted to would you wack somebody."
BUDDY "Hell yeah."
BUCKET "Would you kill your wife?"
BUDDY "Anywhere? Anytime? For Free?"
BUCKET "Yep."
BUDDY "She's dead."
BUCKET "What about your mom."
BUDDY . . . 5 second pregnant pause . . . "She's lived a full life. Yeah probably."
BUCKET "What about your brother?"
BUDDY "Nah. He helped me move some furniture last week. He can live."
Didn't have the set to ask him about his kid. Should have. . .
The moral of this story is ALWAYS help your friends move furniture if they ask.
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