How many Freudian analysts does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two. One to change it, and the other to hold the penis.
I MEANT LADDER.
“It’s a Monday. I gotta do it one more time: one more final scream, okay? But not just a scream. I decided to yell “run.” THE ROAR WAS SO LOUD IT WAS LIKE I UNLEASHED THE KRAKEN IN THE BATHROOM! IT WAS LIKE A WHALE GAVE BIRTH TO A ROARING T-REX THAT WAS UPPERCUTTING A PLAY-DOH CAN! THE HAIR STOOD UP ON MY ARMS! Yeah, and a little bit of pee came out as well: blood pee, ‘cause it was THAT LOUD!” —Olan Rogers, “GHOST IN THE STALLS”
Jack is having second thoughts about asking that tiger for a high five.