A random guy yelled at me, "Hey, slut!"
I walked towards him.
"I prefer slit," I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"You see these wrists?" I spat at him.
A random guy yelled at me, "Hey, slut!"
I walked towards him.
"I prefer slit," I said.
"Why?" He asked.
"You see these wrists?" I spat at him.
Listen up, buttercup! This joke is dark, like your chances of winning a Nobel Prize. The person in the joke was called a "slut" by some dude, but she flips the script. Instead of getting mad, she says she'd rather be called "slit," hinting at self-harm with her wrists. It's like saying, "I'm already broken, your words don't hurt me," but with a side of "I'll show you!" Get it now, or do I need to draw you a picture?