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So the other day I'm sitting around the streets of Jeruseleam when a robot comes up to me.
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| Uh, sir can you come help my friend? he got a cucumber stuck up his ass! | |
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| Now, normally I would find myself being outraged and disgusted. Hell, I probably would have cursed him, but how often do you get to see a robot with a cucumber up it's ass? | |
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| I swear I didn't see that cucumber when I sat down! Will you help me get it out mister? | |
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So, I held my profanity, and it all paid off in the end.
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| I got two words for ya: seek counseling | |
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| But... how's the psychiatrist gonna get it out if you can't? | |
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