So a dude with long hair who, I swear to god, must have been from the paleolithic era walks into the bar. My friends and I are waiting for the bartender to give us our drinks, and up walks this guy with this primitive, bloody harpoon gun. I say to him "Dude, what's the deal with the harpoon gun? Watch it!". And the dude's like "What's the deal with the harpoon gun? I'll tell you what the deal is!" He's looking real angry right now and my friends and I are starting to get scared, I mean his face is streaked with blood, his hair matted and sweaty, his loin cloth soaked in guts and gore. Don't even get me started on the smell. Anyway, he thunders on: "This harpoon gun right here was my grandfather's, bestowed upon me to prove my worth as a Man and preserve my family's honor. This harpoon gun here has slain the white whale in her great water bed and left her there to rest. Permanently. My story will be ours to tell for generations to come!" Realizing I'm dealing with a terminal case of ages-old machismo, I roll my eyes and calmly say to him:
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ReplyDeleteSo a dude with long hair who, I swear to god, must have been from the paleolithic era walks into the bar. My friends and I are waiting for the bartender to give us our drinks, and up walks this guy with this primitive, bloody harpoon gun. I say to him "Dude, what's the deal with the harpoon gun? Watch it!". And the dude's like "What's the deal with the harpoon gun? I'll tell you what the deal is!" He's looking real angry right now and my friends and I are starting to get scared, I mean his face is streaked with blood, his hair matted and sweaty, his loin cloth soaked in guts and gore. Don't even get me started on the smell. Anyway, he thunders on: "This harpoon gun right here was my grandfather's, bestowed upon me to prove my worth as a Man and preserve my family's honor. This harpoon gun here has slain the white whale in her great water bed and left her there to rest. Permanently. My story will be ours to tell for generations to come!" Realizing I'm dealing with a terminal case of ages-old machismo, I roll my eyes and calmly say to him:
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