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by Jerry Whorebach 05/18/2008, 8:02pm PDT |
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"Ooh baby, I want you to tie me up."
"I don't have any rope."
"Well, use your imagination..."
"I have some USB cables... I guess I could tie them together... hold on, I'll be right back..."
"Okay! Now, I only know granny knots, but maybe if I tie enough of them..."
"Wait, what are these connected to? Is that a fucking Fisher Price guitar?"
"I thought you said you liked toys..."
"What would a grown man even be doing with something like that?"
"Well, when you think about it, it really makes more sense for me to have than rope. I mean, who keeps rope in an apartment? It's not like a forty watt bulb, I'm not just going to pull it out of the cupboard under the-"
"Fuck this. I'm out of here."
"Wait! I wrote a song for you! It's called Through the Fire and Flames, and if you'll wait for me to power up my-"
*SLAM* |
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