Pokey to the rescue

I <3 Dr. Lu, I really do. He’s really a bright spot on the semester. But during the prostate workshop he said something that made me scratch my head, so be sure to listen for this little gem if you haven’t had it yet: “Getting a prostate biopsy is a lot like sitting on a cactus.”


I can see where you’d get the two confused
I dunno though, maybe I’m just confused because my description would be “It’s a lot like getting brutally stabbed…in the colon.”

So anyway, Pokey (thats my wagon, for those of you who are uninitiated) had to resuscitate (boost) a fellow Chevy in my apartment complex parking lot. I told the guy I'd be right back because I had to run some groceries up, and on the way back down I, of course, decided to be a bastard. So I get in Pokey and roll up to his Impala, pop the hood and say "I don't know anything about cars so you're on your own, guy." For those of you playing along at home, my car's battery ain't under my hood. So of course I popped it and let this mountain of a man star blankly at the contents of Pokey's hood with jumper cables in his hands.

"You ain't got no battery"


What do you mean I don't have a battery? I just started it!"
"Uhhh.....I don't see a battery"


Didn't you just see me start the car? I did it right in front of you!

"............."


I'm just fuckin' with ya, its in the trunk.

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