In the spring, I buy bags and bags of steer manure, chicken manure and compost to spread around the garden. It makes for fantastic flowers in the summer. And every year Steve is most unhappy when he has to unload bags and bags of shit from my truck. And every year he walks by, with a bag of steer manure over his shoulder and says “This is bullshit.” Then laughs himself silly. Monday I picked up 16 bags of bull shit. And he had sixteen jokes at the ready like: ”This is crap!” and then he’d laugh and say “I gotta a million of these!” He cracks himself up….every year. Same jokes. lol.