Bunji and Grave

BUNJI AND GRAVE

VS

A Drunk Lep...err....ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

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Grave :................

Garino : What the hell....What did he say?

Bunji : *Walks in, wearing green boxers* He told me to get the hell in here....with 70% more swear words.

Zell : 70%?.....Holy o'shit.

Garino : What in the merry go bragh in hell is he doing here?

Bunji : We're going drinking...and other things.

Grave : ...................

Garino : Now what?

Bunji : He said, "Shut your mother******* pie f****** hole you f****** piece of dog ur***, who is a flaming fa****....and to mind ye toungue whench lest he shoot it out, you O'f****** bastard."

Everyone : *Jaw dropped.*

Sherry : Wow...

Bunji : That was the edited version. Add more racial, ethnic, secular, or any other slanderous words you can think of...

Sherry : I don't remember Brandon Heat ever talking like this....

Zell : Did he ever talk to you?

Sherry : Twice......

Bunji : Nah, he hasn't changed.

Don : Ok you two, don't drink and drive, and I don't want to see your blood alcohol level below 95%.

Bunji : Oh, trust us, it won't be. Mine's already at like, 57.8%

Grave : ................

Bunji : He said his is in the proximity of 61.43568204 and a half.

Zell : Wait, you're going out to drink and you're not inviting me?

Sherry : You drink non-stop to begin with, so why go out and drink?

Zell : Ok, good point. I'm going to go drink with the mercs and shoot the ones not wearing green.

*All mercs show up wearing green, pointing guns at Zell*

Random merc : Happy St. Patricks Day Boss, this is for screwing us over with our bonuses.

Zell : *Looks down, not wearing green* Ahh crap, um..... Garino's fault!

Garino : Hey? What? Don't blame me!

Zell : Running away! *Runs like a fat man to a pizza pie*

*Somewhere*

Bob : Hey, Pizza!

Lee : Sit down fatass, you're ruining my painting.

Bear : We have no lives, do we?

Harry : True, so true.

Big Daddy : Well, we are kinda dead, because of you Harry.

Maria : Thanks a lot retard.

Bear : Yeah, Good going moron. Why the hell did we listen to you anyway???

Harry : Well,....you learned your lession, didn't you. Oh, and I had candy. Lots of candy.

Bob : CANDY!

Lee : What did I tell you about sitting down!

Bob : Sorry Lee....

*Anyway....*

*At random authentic Irish pub #5432958912 and a 1/2.*

Bunji : Man, I'm glad we made it to random authentic Irish pub number...something...I'm too plastered to remember.

Grave : ..........

Bunji : Yeah, totally. The beer is cold, not too funky tasting, green, and doesn't smell like vomit! And the music does sound like Yanni!

Grave : ..........

Bunji : Yeah, Yanni does own everyone else.

Grave : .........

Bunji : Who, her? I think that's the beer goggles talking for ya bro. That's a manequin...of a guy.

Grave : ................

Bunji : I don't know why he has breasts, but that beard is really fugly.

Grave : ...........?

Bunji : Fucking ugly, like the Macarena.

Grave : *Starts doing Macarena*

Bunji : *hits him upside the head, stopping the Macarena*.....you scare me bro.

Grave : ...........

Bunji : Ok....Never talk about that again....and I won't ever mention this again. I kinda don't want that to get out.....

Grave :..................

Bunji : Yeah, I know that guy looks fat....

Fat Guy : What 'chu be talkin' 'bout?

Grave : ............

Fat Guy : What did mutey say?

Bunji : He called you fatter than *********************************
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Fatty : I'll kill u sonbitches, with my NASCAR like powers!

Fangoram : *Randomly walks in, points Center Head at guy*

Fatty Fatty Fat Fat : What the....who be this feller?

*SCENE DELETED DUE TO EXTREME REDNECK POPULATION CONTROL VIOLENCE*

Fatty : *Dead*

Fangoram : HI! I HAD TO BE IN HERE SOMEWHERE SO NOW WAS A GOOD TIME SO I'LL JUST YELL OUT GRAVE AND WE'LL END IT OK?
GGGGRRRRRRAAAAVVVVV......

Grave : *Slaps him upside the head*

Fangoram : WHY DID YOU DO THAT.....

Grave : ......... *points to ears, slaps Fangoram upside the head again for no reason.*

Fangoram : WHAT HE SAY?

Bunji : *slaps Fangoram upside the head*, he said......
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********************************************bitch.

Fangoram : *jaw dropped...speechless....*

Fangoram : *Just walks away*

Bunji : Wow, bro, that was just horrible. Ever since I've known him he's never shut up for more than like 3 minutes. I Praise you.

Grave : .............

Bunji : I know, I know, Je sais, je sais...

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Winnahs: Grave, Bunji, other drunkards who didn't get alcohol poisoning!!!



Losahs : Fatty Fatty McFatty! Fangoram! Zell! Bob!

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