Bob is currently in the hunt for a new car. I asked him how the car search is going, and according to Bob there is not a car made within the last 50 years that truely lives up to his standards. Today he literally talked to me and my brother for an hour about how amazing his '59 Chevy used to be. Bob really gets off to talking about this car. He bought it for $50 dollars and drove it until the 80's when the car was ultimately blown up on the show "Crime Story"(reaaaally bad 80's detective show). Somewhere in his rambling he tried to explain to Mike and I what a petcock was. I guess there are petcocks on most older cars...but I still think Mickey and Maggie have a better idea of what a petcock is than I do.
Later on we were all making smores, and Bob has the most fucked up marshmallow roasting technique. The way he roasts marshmallows literally pisses me off. He will roast the marshmallow perfectly for about 5 minutes until it is the perfect shade of golden brown(see figure 1.1). He will then lower the marshmallow into the fire and burn the shit out of it with a big smile on his face(Seee figure 1.2). He will then look me directly in the eye and laugh about how much he ruined his marshmallow (see figure 1.3) . Anyways.... well we were making smores Bob started to talk about how he wants a living wake (Is it normal for a man in his mid 50's to feel death knockoing on the door?). He said he would want to see who would show up, and then we wouldn't even need a real wake when he died. He went on to tell us that the path to his death will resemble the way he roasts marshmellows. He wants to lay out and get perfectly tan, and then when he dies, he wants to be creamated and burnt to a crisp (just like his marshmellows). Is this a normal thing to say??
