Imagine that...


Pup: Looks like our blog is doing alright.
T: Yeah I don't know why that is. We got super pimp daddy me, super pissy you, super annoying Ko, super invisible Dan....
P: Hummm... I like that. A super hero team.
T: Sounds good. Our catch phrase is...
T and P together: BRING IT!!!
T: Smooth.
P: So what you doing.
T: I don't know.
P: How you not know what you doing?
T:
P: We should start talking like girls.
T: What?
P: It'll be fun. People don't know that we're not girls.
T: Dude, guess again.
P: I'll start. So what you doing?
T: Hating on Ko. Fucking asshole.
P: What he do this time?
T: He fucking fell asleep! (...burrrrnnnnn!!!!!!)
P: Damn. You need you a new man. So I went to Wal-Mart drunk as hell last night. And getting more drunk while I was there.
T: Yeah, what's new?
P: Well I come across this guy wearing nothing but a trench coat. He had a clipboard and he asked me what kind of nailpolish I like.
T: What kind of nailpolish you like? Did he think you were in third grade?
P: So I say, "You aint getting none, huh?" Then I puke on him.
T: Score.
T: Dude, I gotta get back to work. This is retarded.