So, Human Project is having this dinner and all the wisest men in the world are there...
"Human Project." Why do people believe this crap? You know, even if these people existed with these facilities in secret locations... **** me, that's strong. Even if they discovered the cure for infertility, it doesn't matter. Too late. The world went to shit. You know what? It was too late before the infertility thing happened, for ****'s sake.
I was just trying to tell a joke, man.
Oh, I'm sorry, go on.
No, I'm not tellin' it now!
No, c'mon Jasper, go on!
No, **** it! I'm not tellin' it to you!
C'mon, I'm sorry!
OK, the Human Project gives this great big dinner for all the scientists and sages in the world. They're tossing around theories about the ultimate mystery, why are women infertile? Why can't we make babies anymore? Some of them say it's genetic experiments, gamma rays, pollution. Same old, same old. Anyway, in the corner, this Englishman's sitting. He hasn't said a word. He's just tucking into his dinner. So they decide to ask him. They say, "Well, why do you think we can't make babies anymore?" And he looks up at them, and he's chewing on this great big wing, and he says, "I haven't the faintest idea," he said. "But this stork is quite tasty, isn't it?"
