N.C.I.S.

There I was, standing there with a half empty bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, a copy of "Naked Lunch", and a pastrami sandwitch.  You know what sucked?  All the pepper spray.  It didn't add to the flavor at all.  That police officer lied to me.  Also, the police officer's dog lied to me when it looked like it wanted to lick my hand.  It did not want to lick my hand;  it wanted to eat it, as well as a large portion of both my head and testicles.  I mean, the dog wanted to eat my balls, not the other way around.  I don't think my testicles have ever eaten anyone or anything.  In fact, I don't think they've even bit anything.  I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure the opposite of "the dog wanted to eat my balls" isn't "my balls wanted to eat the dog" anyway.

 

I'll see you kids on Thursday, yeah?

 

Enjoy!