Kimberly: Oh my God, Jessica! I just love when Marcos plays his tambourine!
Jessica: I knoooooooooooow! Come, let’s hold hands and dance the night away!
Kimberly: I’m so happy I could trample a naked child! Oh, but please don’t look at my fupa…I haven’t gone to the gym in like, forEVER!
Marcos: Hey everyone, look at me! I’m holding a tambourine and have the body of a pre-pubescent child!
Venus: Can someone please pass the fried chicken? I’m having some trouble over here. Little help, please? Come on, don’t stare...that’s just rude. Haven’t you ever seen a woman without any arms before? It’s because I’m topless too, isn’t it? Well I have news for you, buddy. Naked armless women have to eat too. Now pass the goddamn chicken before I bite your elbows.
Teddy bear fish with hands #1: Dude…can you believe we scored this gig?
Teddy bear fish with hands #2: I know, man. This rocks so hard. They’re NEVER gonna believe they picked us for Jesus’ foot pedestals.
Teddy bear fish with hands #1: I mean, I have an absolutely MASSIVE headache right now but I don’t even care. It’s Jesus! And he’s standing on our heads! We are gonna get so much ass at the bar tonight!
First of all, I want to talk to the sommabitch who assigned me to this cranny. I haven’t been able to feel my left leg in 2 hours, my moustache is getting out of control, the only shirt they had left in wardrobe was a wool vest (with no undershirt I might add), and my ax is dangerously close to my left nipple. And at this point, I don’t even remember what I’m a lookout for…grave robbers? Robin Hood? Protestants? Fuck this. I’m joining the union.
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