Unfortunately I took some shrapnel from the telephone right to the gut and was rushed to the hospital.
Miss Davis was still thinkin' of herself, the broad.
"But Lamar, how will I ever retrieve my bull testicles?" she sobbed to me as I lay in my hospital bed, intestinal juice pouring out of me.
I laughed. A lot.
"Why are you laughing?" she sniffed, quite perplexed.
"Ha ha ha... oh... you just said 'how will I get MY testicles back!' HAHAHA! Oh man!!" I just couldn't stop lauging.
She shot a mean, mean look at me.
I shut up.
Just then Doc Jensen came in.
"How long am I gonna live doc??" I wailed.
Doc solemnly said "Well, I have good news and bad news..."