Friend: Why so glum, Penny?
Penny: Why not? It's all over for me. I'm extinct.
Friend: I heard. I'm so sorry, Penny.
Penny: How do you stand it, friend?
Friend: Oh, you get used to it it. In a way you still exist. In people's memories, in their hearts and minds.
Penny: So it isn't so bad, T Rex?
T Rex: No, I'm lying. It sucks every which way!
Penny: And the worse thing of all is that I'm never going to get me any women now.
T Rex: Tell me about it.
Penny: Like I'm going to compete with a Physical Bitcoin! Or even a shiny quarter.
T Rex: Try to cheer up, Penny! Here, I want to invite you to our annual Extinct Species Holiday Party.
Penny: Oh, that's great! Who else is coming?
T Rex: The old gang - Slide Rule, Walkman, Sabre Tooth, those guys.
Penny: Yeah I like 'em all. Thanks for thinking of me.
T Rex: And there'll be plenty of blow to take our minds off our troubles.
Penny: Oh, I don't do that anymore. Talk about something else that's extinct!
T Rex: I just thought of something. There is some hope for you.
Penny: What's that?
T Rex: If anyone ever asks Trump 'A penny for your thoughts,' there's no other monetary denomination small enough to pay for them.
Penny: You're right! Thank you! And do you think that will help me get chicks?
T Rex: No fucking way.
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