Acolyte: Lord Carlin?
Carlin: Don't call me that you silly prick! What's up now?
Acolyte: L--Sir! There's an opportunity to do a sequel to your "Soft Language" bit.
Carlin: What're you talkin' about? That piece was almost fifty years ago, it was perfect, and all the alt-right bastards who tried to use that routine to support their anti-PC Nazi agenda can go f--k themselves!
Acolyte: Well, yes, but...It's Elon Musk.
Carlin: What the hell did he say this time?
Acolyte: It came from Space X. A starship just exploded.
Carlin: Did it go up to the stars?
Acolyte: No...
Carlin: Then f--k it, it's not a starship. Just a shitty jet. Go on.
Acolyte: Well, yes, they called the explosion a...
Carlin: Yeah?
Acolyte: A rapid unscheduled disassembly.
Carlin and Acolyte stare at each other for several seconds.
Carlin (standing): Get me a joint and a typewriter! Hurry!
Acolyte (being ordered for a first time): Yes, Lord Carlin!
Carlin (wincing): And get a joint for yourself too! We gotta lighten you the f--k up!
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