So I'm back at my job after my heart attack and my co-worker asked how my family reacted to the news.
"I don't really talk to my family", I said.
"Really, why not?", she asked.
"We don't really get along. They call me butt juice."
"I think you're just making that up for attention", she speculated.
"It might have something to do with the fact that I tried lighting the house on fire, several times, with them in it."
"That's horrible", she exclaimed, "Why would you do something like that?"
"Because they call me butt juice." Why do I have to work with such stupid people?
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