If This Is Wrong, I Don't Want It To Be Right
I have a friend named Mike who has Tourette's Syndrome and he likes to play poker. So a couple a times a month, Mike invites me over to his place to play. He also invites a few other people we know as well. He makes all sorts of awesome food. Things like pizza, chicken wings, hamburgers. You know, stuff like that. We usually eat before we play because it's less messy that way. So once we're done, Mike brings out his old poker table with the wobbly leg, poker chips, and cards that have pictures of camels on them.
Once the game gets going, we can usually expect Mike's Tourette's Syndrome to kick in. Out of nowhere he'll say the damdest things like, "hairy balls on the floor," "Luke Perry is an asshole," "smell it with style," and "shitty shitty shitface." These are only ones I can remember. Mike has one of those boards you can write on with an erasable maker and he likes to keep track of all his sayings. So every time one comes out, we write it on the board. He says one day he's going to write a book and chronicle everything he's said and become a standup comedian because he's a funny guy with he says uncontrollable random shit.