It’s almost like humor consists of a frustrated fight-or-flight response … like, “PEEK-A-BOO!”
Last call for alcohol.
Down two what?
Down one, up none.
This is ground control.
Dave’s not here, man.
Girls with pearls.
Make my portion Bourbon.
Thrashing and gasping with bloody foamed lips.
Yep, we put them to sleep, except when the high school drop-out administering the drugs screws up the procedure.
But we can rest assured in the firm conviction that the Criminal Justice System NEVER makes a mistake.