“I’ve got it,” he says.

“Got what?”

“The perfect medication that will cure everything.”

This ought to be good, I think, but I only say, “Yeah?”

He continues. “It’s a laxative that will make you religious and cure erectile dysfunction.”

Hm. “What’s it called?”

“HolyShitWhataHardOn.”

Cue rimshot.

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