The Dali Lama visits New York City. He goes up to a hot dog vendor and says, "Make me one with everything".
Drunk buys a bottle of cheap wine, sticks it in his back pocket, and heads off, staggering and stumbling, toward his flop house across town. He trips and falls, landing on the hard pavement. Feeling moisture running down the back of his leg, he moans, "Oh, please, God - let it be blood!"
Drunk buys a bottle of cheap wine, sticks it in his back pocket, and heads off, staggering and stumbling, toward his flop house across town. He trips and falls, landing on the hard pavement. Feeling moisture running down the back of his leg, he moans, "Oh, please, God - let it be blood!"