Post by Jerri Li and Giuseppe Sanders on Feb 14, 2010 16:51:45 GMT -5
Jerri: Wow, I love this song.
Sanders: Isn’t it Korean? I thought out you were Vietnamese.
Jerri: I grew up in America, this is the kind of thing they played in the Asian stores on my block.
Sanders: So… you’re still Jerri from the block?
Jerri: Is that a slight at my ass?
Sanders: Fuck no, your ass is bigger than Trina’s and a female elephant combined…. from scar tissue, at least.
Jerri: Yeah?
Sanders: Hell yeah!
Jerri: Thanks. I’ve been paranoid ever since Hamster Girl came into BOB. Sure, I’m still the baddest chick that ever walked the earth…. but that bitch in the pink pikachu outfit has worked me up into a sweat, she’s hella cute dog.
Sanders: What? So you’re gonna think twice about your method just because of some rinky dink, hillbilly redneck bitch that thinks she can take over the world because she’s cute looking? You’re cuter than a puppy that fell into a plate of chocolate cheesecake… but you’re hardcore to the bone… to the motherfucking bone… THAT’S why you’re famous.
Jerri: You don’t think it’s just fifteen minutes of fame because I slept with Joe Bananas and drank his ridiculous production of semen?
Sanders: Shit no, if anything you’re famous for hanging around a child molesting, human flesh eating, head shrinking ASSHOLE like me. Heck, I’ve got a muslim girl trying to get with me (either she’s insatiably attracted to me or just plain feels sorry for me) over the internet… if I ever meet her though I’ll rip out her clit with my teeth and repeatedly stab her windpipe with a breadknife. You feel me? What follows is, well…
Jerri: Yeah, I understand. I just wish one of my up in the air boyfriends would treat me like that.
Sanders: Like a once in a lifetime opportunity at having all your dreams come true? Any kind of bodily mutilation imaginably possible AND sexual intercourse with the girl of your dreams?
Jerri: You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?
Sanders: Man, I’m REALLY stoned… try and wrap that round your head.
Jerri: This isn’t about that fucking virgin bitch Charlene Taylor! Christ, does everything have to revolve around HER?
Sanders: Shit… who?
Jerri: Sorry, I forget you’re Scatman and not that gimp St. Christian who actually has a life… sort of.
Sanders: The fuck he does.
Jerri: Anyway, you wanna have sex?
Sanders: With you?
Jerri: Yeah.
[Sanders cheesily takes a bite out of an apple and nods his head.]
Sanders: Say hello to Teddy Bundy.