(I have to interject here, damn, writing a gospel I know I should put everything in but there are some things that just don’t seem right.)
“Where’s Freud?” he asked me.
“No idea. I didn’t even know you were here.” His eyes were red like he’d been crying. “Are you ok?”
“Sure.” He was slammed. Drunk, Starting to lean.
|Are tuna genitals kosher if they smell like humans?|
The lady shrieked a pretty good shriek - A Bride of Frankenstein shriek. I can’t blame her. Freud’s eyes were rolling.
“I musk have had too much to drink” he told her loud enough to call the orcas in from the bay. “I am really sorry I leaned into you. I am just not all right and I kind of leaned. Like the time I was at the Polytechnic University of Mexico attending a lecture about fish. Tunas are amazing.”
He was still being loud and some people were trying to ignore him. “I found out a lot about them. I saw one lecture where the guy explained the the genitals of certain female South Atlantic tunas smell like human beings.”
Bob walked back to his seat next to The Incredibly Reverend One. He turned to me and said, “even if there is no god life is not worth living if you are not thankful. I am thankful. I am thankful I am not Bob Human Being Freud.”