So the serving wench says, "The proprietor pacified prematurely in my follicles!" Bwahaha!
I would rather have sniffed horse dung than heard that joke!
 
I found it to be humorous.
I, however, found it to be an abomination to that which is in good taste.
 
It's a long trip; I thought I'd bring some light to...
If you continue to defend your stale joke, my foot in shining armor will bring light to your anal crevasse.
 
 
He's right, good Bob.
That joke sucked.
 

Squire! SQUIRE!

 

Yes, sir?

You're fired.