So I stepped up to see a man about a horse in New Mexico when suddenly the urinal cake started talking to me in a sexy contralto.
"Hey, big guy. Having a few drinks?"
Well, yes.
"Think you had one too many?"
No, not at all.
"Then it's time to call a cab or call a sober friend for a ride home."
Don't you have ears?
"Remember, your future is in your hand."
Well, lets see what my future unloads on you, you uppity deoderizer.
Having urinal cakes make snarky yet suggestive remarks really pisses me off.
ABC News: N.M. Orders 500 Talking Urinal Cakes
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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