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Today at work:

Cooter was having wicked trouble with this gun, see. He was swearing and carrying on and calling it a motherfucker ... you know, all the usual stuff.

Me: "You don't handle adversity very well, do you?"

Him: Blank stare.

Me: "You have no idea what I just said, do you?"

Him: "Nope."

A lot of the time taking cracks at Cooter is like shooting fish in a barrel. With dynamite.