Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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8:47 AM
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Two days after Christmas, Tom was squabbling with Bob about his crappy secret Santa gift. Later they got into a quarrel.
Tom (angry): OK! What is this cocksucker doing here?! Same is the worst puking son of a gun! Don’t even know how to choose a rightful gift!
Bob (yawns and chuckles): Yo… Shut up..! You and your boil-brain can’t do anything now, just like that whang and shove it inside your jolly-znitsky mouth.
Tom (agitated): I just hate you and I hate your ass face!
(Camera is randomly zooming into Tom’s nasal mucus-full nose)
Bob (claps): Ho ho ho! You should take that cocksucker of yours and shove it up your apple-john!
(Bob takes the gift and whips it at Tom’s crouch)
Tom (in pain): You hear me talkin’, hillbilly boy? I ain’t through with you a damn sight. I’ma get medieval on your ass.
(Bob mocks Tom with the SouljaBoy dance)
Bob: Ain’t through? By a damn sight? I am livin’ with you, hoe. Of course, you’re not through my damn sight. (Points at Tom’s face)
(Bob simply LOL’ed at him. Tom stood up and grab his balls)
Bob (screamed girly): Oh~~! TAKE YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF ME! YOU DAMN DIRTY APE!
(Phone rings, the ring tone is… Barney and Friends...)
Tom (ticked): I told you TO CHANGE THE FREAKING RING TONE! It’s HORRIBLE! (Sticks a double barrel at Bob)
Bob: NEAVAHHH!
(Tom picked up the phone)
Tom (yelled): HELLO?!!?
(Guess who it was…)
Sam (cheery and excited): HEY! TOM! You like my limited edition Christmas raincoats that I got you?!
Tom (yelled): NO! YOU FREAKNJOLLY COCKSUCKER! SCREW OFF!
(He slammed the phone… While, Bob cracked his laughing balls off!)
Tom (angry): OK! What is this cocksucker doing here?! Same is the worst puking son of a gun! Don’t even know how to choose a rightful gift!
Bob (yawns and chuckles): Yo… Shut up..! You and your boil-brain can’t do anything now, just like that whang and shove it inside your jolly-znitsky mouth.
Tom (agitated): I just hate you and I hate your ass face!
(Camera is randomly zooming into Tom’s nasal mucus-full nose)
Bob (claps): Ho ho ho! You should take that cocksucker of yours and shove it up your apple-john!
(Bob takes the gift and whips it at Tom’s crouch)
Tom (in pain): You hear me talkin’, hillbilly boy? I ain’t through with you a damn sight. I’ma get medieval on your ass.
(Bob mocks Tom with the SouljaBoy dance)
Bob: Ain’t through? By a damn sight? I am livin’ with you, hoe. Of course, you’re not through my damn sight. (Points at Tom’s face)
(Bob simply LOL’ed at him. Tom stood up and grab his balls)
Bob (screamed girly): Oh~~! TAKE YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF ME! YOU DAMN DIRTY APE!
(Phone rings, the ring tone is… Barney and Friends...)
Tom (ticked): I told you TO CHANGE THE FREAKING RING TONE! It’s HORRIBLE! (Sticks a double barrel at Bob)
Bob: NEAVAHHH!
(Tom picked up the phone)
Tom (yelled): HELLO?!!?
(Guess who it was…)
Sam (cheery and excited): HEY! TOM! You like my limited edition Christmas raincoats that I got you?!
Tom (yelled): NO! YOU FREAKNJOLLY COCKSUCKER! SCREW OFF!
(He slammed the phone… While, Bob cracked his laughing balls off!)
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