Bob's Life

You spend your drug money on a huge funeral at Saddam Hussein's ex-palace. The entire city shows up! You are the man of the hour. You feel very good about yourself. You end up getting extremely drunk and dancing with some nazi-strippers.

You wake up the next morning surrounded by broken glass, dirty condoms, and deflated balloons. No one remembered to take out the casket or the body. You walk up and look inside. The nazi has started to rot.

You hear a voice behind you: "Baby!" You turn around. Its your drug dealer.

"Where's my money??"