I just thought of something. If life was ever a mother fuckin test, I’d get a fuckin « f ». I wouldn’t be worth a shit to anyone, because « when shit hits the fan », I blow like the wind. I can’t take the heat because it’s wayyyy too hot!!! Now I understand why my mother never wanted and still doesn’t want me in her kitchen.
Must be some ancient kinfolk islander shit goings on. Now I see the light.