A guy walks into a bar — but not before paying $55 to spiritually realign his chakra through synchronized Zoom masturbation.
The bartender says, “What’ll it be?”
The guy answers, “Something that helps me forget that I just used the word ‘ejaculate’ in a Socratic context.”
These are your feet!
What do you call a patriot who can't afford gas and isn't t even epically furious? A pedestrian.
