I was shocked to learn that a long time friend of mine had been committed to a mental hospital. I went for a visit to find out what was going on.
I was walking down the corridore looking for my friend Steve’s room when I saw a man swinging an imaginary baseball bat. I asked what his problem was. He said he had no problem. “I’m Babe Ruth. When I hit my next home run, they’ll let me out” I wished him well and went on my way. Next I saw a man swinging an imaginary golf club. He said he had no problem either. “I’m Arnold Palmer. When I get my next hole-in-one they’ll let me out” I wished him well and went on my way.
Two doors down I find my friend Steve balancing peanuts on the end of his penis. “What in hell is wrong with you Steve?” I asked. “Sam, my friend, I’m fuckin’ nuts and they’re never going to let me out”