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| You know, people have gotten a little judgy for my tastes. Why, just the other day, I was in line at Baskin Robins, and this woman called my scimitar “inappropriate.†| |
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| Needless to say, I gave her quite the disapproving look as I sliced off her left ear and used it as a spoon for my rum raisin pineapple sundae. | |
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| So…you see a second date in our future? | |
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| As much as I enjoyed death metal karaoke, I’m a little put off by your sulfuric stench. Let’s leave it as a “maybe†for now. | |
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