Yeast Infection - George Carlin

I was dancing with a woman.

She told me she had a yeast infection.

I said.

“Well.

Bake me a fucking loaf of bread.

A couple of corn muffins, a jelly donut.

I don’t give a shit.

I’m always in the market for quality-baked goods.

You couldn’t squeeze a birthday cake out of that thing by any chance, could you?

No. No. I didn’t think so.

No pressure, honey, no pressure at all.

Why don’t you just turn around and give me a nice pineapple upside-down cake.

And a dozen oatmeal cookies.

Skip the raisins.

Icksnay on the aisinsray."