Oh my god.
911: This is 911; what is your emergency?
CALLER: Oh... oh my god. My junk. My junk. It's gone. One minute, I was reading a flyer. Next thing I knew, I woke up in this hotel bathtub packed with ice. A note said, "Your junk has been removed. Call 911." So I did.
911: I'm sorry, you want Junk Removal 911. I'll transfer you.
CALLER: Hurry! Please. I feel... dizzy.
1 comment:
Aww, nuts.
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