What do people hate/dislike about you?

[Fireball]

Ok, ta. It's the thought that counts...
My only concern is where are you going to find a cup in short notice?

Hopefully, you'll consider the one in you hand full of beer?

Pff, I'd shake the beer up and spray that on you, first! Friends are far harder to find than a can or bottle of beer. If you were still burning, I'd conk you on the head with the bottle hard enough to render you unconscious during your Viking funeral. If I could get close enough. My nick may be "Fireball", but I have my limits. When I worked as a mechanic, I could really handle heat. Once, at a friend's party, I moved coals around with my finger tips. Lots of calluses, in those days. Now, I have to have big ol' oven mitts when I'm grilling some food.

True story. When I worked as a mechanic (late '70s, for this episode), this guy came in on a Sunday morning and wanted a tuneup on his truck. It was hotter than hell's brazen hinges, what with the emissions equipment of the day, plus he was towing a boat, and it was summer, like 107F in the shade. I explained that it needed to cool off before I could work on it. "But I gotta get to the lake!" I should have just told him no, but I went ahead and started removing the spark plugs, (and he's practically in my back pocket while I'm working, mind you) and that's when the idea hit me. I got the first plug loose with the ratchet and socket, and removed it the rest of the way with a short piece of neoprene vacuum line. Like I said before, I had a lot of calluses and heat tolerance back in the day. I held that spark plug up by the porcelain, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger (quickly- it was literally sizzling hot in my fingers), said, "That looks fine", and set it on the work bench. Stupid fuck picked it up and immediately got burned and practically threw it across the shop "YOW", because he picked it up by the metal part. He went and sat in the waiting room after that, blowing on his poor little burnt pickers.

After I was done, the pump jockey (I worked in a gas station then) came over and told me that he could see that I was setting the guy up. He got a good laugh out of it, too.