When I was VP of my union I had to attend funerals....being a VP is the same anywhere. Going back and sitting through those dreadful, bullshit, rituals and mind-numbing stupidity was awful. However on one occasion when the deceased was a former steward of ours the president joined me even though he was a jew...more or less.
So we're sitting there while Father Shitty McFuckstruck is droning on about jesus or some such shit and one of the altar boys reaches down and rings the bell. The pres leans over and says "what's the bell for?" I answered "Good Humor Man" (which were ice cream trucks that used to drive through neighborhoods ringing this fucking bell, for our foreign friends who won't get the reference. He couldn't stop laughing and had to go outside. When I caught up to him later all he could say is "You fuck."
Good times.
So we're sitting there while Father Shitty McFuckstruck is droning on about jesus or some such shit and one of the altar boys reaches down and rings the bell. The pres leans over and says "what's the bell for?" I answered "Good Humor Man" (which were ice cream trucks that used to drive through neighborhoods ringing this fucking bell, for our foreign friends who won't get the reference. He couldn't stop laughing and had to go outside. When I caught up to him later all he could say is "You fuck."
Good times.
