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Look, just pretend the fucking phone is Steven Hawking, right? And let's make that Dog... Franz Kafka.
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| Dude, I am so stoned. This is some Motha fuckin' good shit! Crank up that Dr. Dre, Mothafucka! | |
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Oh yeah, and think Hawking's voice for the phone. and the Dog sounds like... Fran Drescher.
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| Mothafucka, I'm stoned and in a graveyard. I'm going to fuck some corpses! | |
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I'm sure I had a punchline to this when I started. When worst comes to worst...
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| Aw Mothafucka, now I'm in prison! Franz, you now mah bitch! Toss my salad, motherfucka! | |
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