You start shouting, "I ordered Domino's pizza, not you!" She looks confused, packs up, and leaves. Apparently "pizza" was the prearranged "safe word." Unfortunately . . .
she didn't untether you before she left, and now you are unable to reach the phone, and your mouth is so-o-o-o watering for pizza (with, sshhhhh, pineapple on it). Fortunately...
a nurse walks in, sees your predicament, and asks if you would like to be untethered. You politely answer, "Yes, please." She smiles, and says, "I'll have to go to the nurse's station to get the keys, BRB." Unfortunately . . .
Unfortunately she comes back wearing thigh high spike healed boots and a pvc bra and panty set, carying a video camera, a riding crop, and a black leather hood and says if you want loose you have to do something for her first. Fortunately...
Unfortunately her partner comes in wearing a simmilar ensamble. The only thing you can think of is that bra strap has to chafe where it digs into his hairy back. Fortunately...
Unfortunately people are just plain tired of reality television. The Kardashians, the bearded duckcall people, and the real housewives of every podunk town on the planet have pushed people to the point of regurgitation. Fortunately...
Fortunately after he fires you Fox News helps you parlay the experience into a position as a regular commentator on a children's themed news program. Unfortunately...
...at the end of your first program, not realizing you are on a live camera and live mic, you say, "That'll take care of the little bastards for today."* It goes viral, and you are fired.
* This really happened to a kiddie-show host years ago.
...the press corps (which doesn't have much to laugh about at the White House) enjoys your "makeover" and gives you a standing ovation. Unfortunately...
Unfortunately this turns out to be the key to breaking the seventh seal, thus unleashing the apocalypse on Earth (turns out that was Trump's plan all along). Fortunately....
his cape and headdress made from the Nemean lion's pelt is no longer made of sturdy stuff, the lion being dead and all, and it sheds all over your furniture. Fortunately...
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