Sometimes, when spirits are down and my friends are beaten over in the walk of life, I open up a little of Karl Rove’s neck, and suck out enough helium to raise my voice to humorously high levels.
The gas from Karl Rove’s head gets me a big laugh from all my good buddies, especially if I say something like “motherfucker,” mostly because motherfucker is a word everyone can relate to, even big Karl.
If I suck hard enough, I can fill up my 1.5 lungs until I’m floating, and if my aim is just right, I’ll spit on Karl Rove’s bald head, and it feels like I’m a pigeon taking a dump on a big fat balloon.