Meatsnack

My good friend and roommate Dave pulled this old-school "joke" on some of our roommates the other night. It was originally done by my friend Sean about 2 years ago. I was the original victim. I'm not sure if it will translate well to this medium or if this audience will even get it. Anyhow, here's how our convo went back in oh-fo'.

Sean: "Do you like steak?"
Me: "Of course."
S: "If my penis were a steak would you eat it?"
M: "No..."
S: "It's not attached to my body or anything"
M: "Still no, obviously."
S: "It tastes like a steak, looks like a steak, smells like a steak and everything. But it's still my dick."
M: "Are we venturing into Aristotelian philosophy here? Are its steak-like properties its accidents and its substance is your penis?"
S: "What if you didn't know it was my dick?"
M: "So I don't know at the time of consumption about the true nature of said steak, but am making the decision now?"

This sort of back-and-forth goes on for a very long time and concludes as follows.

S: "Ok, so the steak has all the physical properties of a steak and is not my dick... but yet it is."
M: "Fine. If the steak has every single property of a steak I would eat the Goddamn steak."
S: "OH MY GOD YOU JUST SAID YOU'D EAT MY COCK!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Hey guys, he just said he'd eat my dick!!"

Sean goes on for the next few days telling all of our friends about my homosexual tendencies. It was ridiculous and pretty hilarious.