Post by hippo on Jun 27, 2009 19:42:37 GMT -5
Smoke permeates the air as we fade in on Hippo and shorty sitting on a couch watching the idiot box and passing a homemade cigarette back and forth.
On the screen, a newscaster sits in front of a bluescreen which is currently showing a picture of a skull wearing a doctor's mask and a crown . . . no wait, that's not Death it's the King of Pop.
The station fades to commercial as we focus again on Hippo and Shorty.
Hippo : Dude, dude, DUde, Duuuuuuuuude . . . . . This is sad as shit and Funny as hell all at the same time . . .
Shorty : Yeah Boss. I guess Little Mikey is gone to get him some Jesus Juice directly from the source now.
Harvey reaches into a mini fridge and pulls out a coupld of bottles of He'Brew Messiah Bold, dark kosher beer. He cracks the first one open and hands it to Kid Pimp.
Hippo : Yeah little bro. Death might have had the upper hand this past week, taking Farrah Fawcet Majors, Michael Jackson AND Ed McMahon . . .
Shorty : Yeah ' sniff ' Why couldn't he have taken Vinny Mac ! ? !
Hippo pops his open his own brew and raises it to his friend.
Hippo : . . . well This week Death will suffer his OWN defeat at the hands of one of the other BoB (Not quite)Superstars. Hopefully I will get the honor but reguardless it WILL happen.
As the commercial ends and the next story breaks we see a field reporter standing in ... a field ...
Hippo turns off the TV and tosses the remote onto the floor as Shorty takes another draw off the joint.
Hippo : Oi Vey!! It's just one depressing story after another.
Shorty : Maybe so but you need to get into the mindset for your match.
He passes the cig over to Harvey to finish and chugs down on the Ale.
Hippo : So what else is on the check list?
Shorty : First you got to SMOKE that Fat Bag of Reefer and we ain't gonna let no fat boy wearing gold tights, facepaint and a sombrero stop you.
Hippo still high on pot and malted barley mash nodds rapidly.
Hippo: And THEN?
O'Red jumps off the couch and goes to grab the universal remote. Turning the TV back on he switches it to a blank channel and then changes the remote over to run the dvd player.
Shorty : And then you need to break the Bamboo Connection, preferably over the head of that damned dirty BirdBrain.
Hippo : Damned Straight, then I'm gonna do the Hippo Stomp all over Sam the Dancing Yam . . . click . . .
Shorty : And the Hungry, Hungry Hippo Chomp on Hampster Girl . . . click . . . .
Hippo : Hey Bro? Speaking of Chomping . . . do we have any of those twinkies left? I'm famished. Maybe some grapes?
Laughing, Shorty gets back into the fridge and pulls out two bags. He hands one to Harvey as he hopps back onto the couch.
Hippo : Yummm, Hershey Minuratures!!
Switching back from DVD to Cable we see a show coming on as Kid Pimp opens the other bag.
Shorty : And Fritos!! Boooyyyeee.
On the screen, a newscaster sits in front of a bluescreen which is currently showing a picture of a skull wearing a doctor's mask and a crown . . . no wait, that's not Death it's the King of Pop.
The station fades to commercial as we focus again on Hippo and Shorty.
Hippo : Dude, dude, DUde, Duuuuuuuuude . . . . . This is sad as shit and Funny as hell all at the same time . . .
Shorty : Yeah Boss. I guess Little Mikey is gone to get him some Jesus Juice directly from the source now.
Harvey reaches into a mini fridge and pulls out a coupld of bottles of He'Brew Messiah Bold, dark kosher beer. He cracks the first one open and hands it to Kid Pimp.
Hippo : Yeah little bro. Death might have had the upper hand this past week, taking Farrah Fawcet Majors, Michael Jackson AND Ed McMahon . . .
Shorty : Yeah ' sniff ' Why couldn't he have taken Vinny Mac ! ? !
Hippo pops his open his own brew and raises it to his friend.
Hippo : . . . well This week Death will suffer his OWN defeat at the hands of one of the other BoB (Not quite)Superstars. Hopefully I will get the honor but reguardless it WILL happen.
As the commercial ends and the next story breaks we see a field reporter standing in ... a field ...
Hippo turns off the TV and tosses the remote onto the floor as Shorty takes another draw off the joint.
Hippo : Oi Vey!! It's just one depressing story after another.
Shorty : Maybe so but you need to get into the mindset for your match.
He passes the cig over to Harvey to finish and chugs down on the Ale.
Hippo : So what else is on the check list?
Shorty : First you got to SMOKE that Fat Bag of Reefer and we ain't gonna let no fat boy wearing gold tights, facepaint and a sombrero stop you.
Hippo still high on pot and malted barley mash nodds rapidly.
Hippo: And THEN?
O'Red jumps off the couch and goes to grab the universal remote. Turning the TV back on he switches it to a blank channel and then changes the remote over to run the dvd player.
Shorty : And then you need to break the Bamboo Connection, preferably over the head of that damned dirty BirdBrain.
click . . . . . . click . . .
Hippo : Damned Straight, then I'm gonna do the Hippo Stomp all over Sam the Dancing Yam . . . click . . .
Shorty : And the Hungry, Hungry Hippo Chomp on Hampster Girl . . . click . . . .
Hippo : Hey Bro? Speaking of Chomping . . . do we have any of those twinkies left? I'm famished. Maybe some grapes?
Laughing, Shorty gets back into the fridge and pulls out two bags. He hands one to Harvey as he hopps back onto the couch.
Hippo : Yummm, Hershey Minuratures!!
Switching back from DVD to Cable we see a show coming on as Kid Pimp opens the other bag.
Shorty : And Fritos!! Boooyyyeee.
Fade to . . .