This conversation was overheard in a local asylum for the chemically and mentally unhinged. It should serve as a warning to all youth against the use of drugs, booze, sex, and . . . other fun things . . . at too early an age.Patient #1: I can't believe you deleted my "kick him in the balls" comment you whore! Is "balls" not appropriate language? School me, you used to be a teacher, yo. Gatsby's got mad props!
Patient #2: I was mad at you for having a dirty whorish mouth. Besides, I love Billy Joel's balls. I want to lick them. Big, hairy balls. Mmm.
Patient #1: Eeeeeeew! Hairy? Please make him shave them before you lick them, otherwise it's just too gross.
Patient #2: No! I like me some hairy balls. Elephant, hairy, sweaty balls.
Patient #1: EEEEWW! Elephant? Like all wrinkly and scaly and rough?
Patient #2: Yes. And ginormous. And gray.
Patient #1: And rancid, I would imagine. I wonder if any weirdo fetishist guy ever got a hand job from an elephant, their trunks are quite dexterous. I bet Billy Joel would do that because he's a dirty whore with huge, smelly, hairy elephant balls. Billy Joel is an elephant fucker.
Patient #2: BJ = EF.
Patient #1: I'm getting a tattoo that says that, immediately.
Patient #2: Ha ha. This is kind of terrible, but Billy Joel's face kind of looks like fucking an elephant, or like the result of someone who did fuck an elephant, or like someone who would fuck an elephant.
Patient #1: Maybe one of his parents was an elephant?
Patient #2: Or an elephant ball.
Patient #1: He should have been drowned at birth.
Please Note: This text is a verbatim transcript of a conversation between two lunatics. It does not reflect Dixie Starr's views on Billy Joel, handjobs, elephants, balls, trunks, whores, or The Great Gatsby. Thank you.