OK, like one time, I was out in the parkin' lot, tryin' to remove my
excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to
carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I
say, "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls
his eyes, and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a
chainsaw!" So I did.
And then he gets all indignant on me. He's like, "Hey, man, I was just
being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know
that? I'm not a mind reader, for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got
a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to
me on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three days.
Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out
of his jugular vein. And he's yelling and screaming and bleeding all
over, and I'm like, "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just keeps
rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding and screaming, "Aaaahhhh!
AaaaahhhhOhhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" You know, completely missing the irony of
the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know?
thats my most favoritest part!! YAY
