Going to the swamp, and "surfing" on a gator with your toes hanging near the gator's mouth.
Bob: Hey, buddy! How was your weekend?
Buddy: Oh, you know. Just hanging ten on a southern surfboard.
Bob: Damn. How many toes did you lose?
Buddy: surprisingly, only 2. Garry Gator is getting used to me.
A person you hate intensely not because they deserve such hatred but because they serve as a focus for your general hatred. A healthy way to dispense with excess animosity.
Jake's not really that big an asshole. He just serves as my hate sink.