It’s not humorous, it’s cheap, derivative slop. This used to be a passing thought you would have on the can, accompanied by a chuckle and a fart, forgotten minutes later.
Now someone parlays the flatulence into a voice prompt and suddenly it’s as much part of the record of humankind as Hammurabi’s code. Fucking disgrace.
Jim Gandalfini? Yeah I knew him. I knew him when he was a young, unshaven actor, before he fell, and spent forty years battling the foul Morgul stench. He emerged from that an aged man, his stubbled chin showing hints of grey, body and mind exhausted in spite of a great victory over the dark side. He took to wearing nothing but bathrobes, and rested heavily on his staff when he had to walk. His recovery was heavily reliant on resting his mind with the weed leaf, and rejuvenating his mind amongst the gardens and feasts of middle America, off the beaten track, as aeons passed him by. Soon, the great evil mustered its strength once more, and he again took to the battlegrounds of the Midwest, or as it was then known, middle earth…
Is that the Ultimate Warrior without makeup?
He doesn’t look a day over a hundred and seven
Toquedouche the Small, we meet again