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Watch out for the Ear Cleaner! He sneaks up behind you, sticks a sharp metal spike in your ear, and says "Tch tch, no, very dirty." With the spike mere inches from your brain, you may feel coerced into paying him to molest your auditory canal with his filthy pig-sticker, or at least pay him to go away and stop scaring you.
And you should definitely spend some time meditating on a mountaintop, chanting "I am cool as Bruce Lee". |
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