Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 21, 2011 8:37:41 GMT -5
Just a little random inspired by a comedian of my country (Italy) back in the 80's. Rated PG-13. Please, enjoy.
*Greasy is in his room reading a sunbathing magazine. Smart Guy enters*
Smart Guy: Yo, Grease. Help me out wit' dis medicine, will ya?
Greasy *hides the magazine behind his back*: Um, Boss, can't dis wait? I'm studying.
Smart Guy: Yeah, right. An' I buy my cigars from Smokey da bear.
Greasy: Doesn't Smokey avoid forest fires?
Smart Guy *growls*: JUST TELL ME HOWTTA TAKE DIS STUFF!
Greasy *rising from the bed*: OK, OK! *He reads the box and shakes his head* Perdón, Boss, but it does not say.
Smart Guy: Den call da doctor! C'mon, movvit!
Greasy *sighs*: Bien.
*Greasy calls the doctor, a Toon cat*
Doctor: Hello?
Greasy: ¡Hola, doctor. It's me, Greasy. Sorry, about da medicine ya gave Boss, we didn't get howtta take 'em.
Doctor: Through the anus.
Greasy: Oh, gracias. *Hangs up*
Smart Guy: Well?
Greasy: He said we have ta take 'em through da anus.
Smart Guy: Anus? What's dat? Y'know?
Greasy: No.
Smart Guy: Well if neither of us know, call da doc again 'n' make sure ya get it!
*Greasy sighs and calls again*
Doctor: Yes?
Greasy: Sorry, it's me again.
*Doctor smirks*
Greasy: Sorry, we still don't get it.
Doctor: Rectally.
Greasy: Gracias again, an' sorry. *Hangs up*
Smart Guy: Well?!
Greasy: He said ya gotta take 'em rectally.
Smart Guy: WHAT DA HELL? I dunno what dat means, do you?!
Greasy *points at phone*: No, 'e does!
Smart Guy: Well den call da doctor 'gain 'n' make sure 'e explains 'imself!
Greasy: But...but he's gonna get mad!
Smart Guy: Well boo-hoo! I gotta know howtta take dese* (*these) t'ings, right? Get smilin'!* (*dialling)
Greasy *sighs in exasperation and calls again*
*Doctor picks up the phone again*
Greasy: Doc, it's Greasy again.
*Doctor growls in exasperation*
Greasy: I'm sorry, Doc. But we still haven't gotten da concept.
Doctor: In yer *ss. YA GOTTA STICK 'EM IN YER *SS. CLEAR NOW?!
Greasy: I'll say! *Hangs up*
Smart Guy: So? How'd it go?
Greasy: Boss, I told ya we'd p*ss 'im off!
*Greasy is in his room reading a sunbathing magazine. Smart Guy enters*
Smart Guy: Yo, Grease. Help me out wit' dis medicine, will ya?
Greasy *hides the magazine behind his back*: Um, Boss, can't dis wait? I'm studying.
Smart Guy: Yeah, right. An' I buy my cigars from Smokey da bear.
Greasy: Doesn't Smokey avoid forest fires?
Smart Guy *growls*: JUST TELL ME HOWTTA TAKE DIS STUFF!
Greasy *rising from the bed*: OK, OK! *He reads the box and shakes his head* Perdón, Boss, but it does not say.
Smart Guy: Den call da doctor! C'mon, movvit!
Greasy *sighs*: Bien.
*Greasy calls the doctor, a Toon cat*
Doctor: Hello?
Greasy: ¡Hola, doctor. It's me, Greasy. Sorry, about da medicine ya gave Boss, we didn't get howtta take 'em.
Doctor: Through the anus.
Greasy: Oh, gracias. *Hangs up*
Smart Guy: Well?
Greasy: He said we have ta take 'em through da anus.
Smart Guy: Anus? What's dat? Y'know?
Greasy: No.
Smart Guy: Well if neither of us know, call da doc again 'n' make sure ya get it!
*Greasy sighs and calls again*
Doctor: Yes?
Greasy: Sorry, it's me again.
*Doctor smirks*
Greasy: Sorry, we still don't get it.
Doctor: Rectally.
Greasy: Gracias again, an' sorry. *Hangs up*
Smart Guy: Well?!
Greasy: He said ya gotta take 'em rectally.
Smart Guy: WHAT DA HELL? I dunno what dat means, do you?!
Greasy *points at phone*: No, 'e does!
Smart Guy: Well den call da doctor 'gain 'n' make sure 'e explains 'imself!
Greasy: But...but he's gonna get mad!
Smart Guy: Well boo-hoo! I gotta know howtta take dese* (*these) t'ings, right? Get smilin'!* (*dialling)
Greasy *sighs in exasperation and calls again*
*Doctor picks up the phone again*
Greasy: Doc, it's Greasy again.
*Doctor growls in exasperation*
Greasy: I'm sorry, Doc. But we still haven't gotten da concept.
Doctor: In yer *ss. YA GOTTA STICK 'EM IN YER *SS. CLEAR NOW?!
Greasy: I'll say! *Hangs up*
Smart Guy: So? How'd it go?
Greasy: Boss, I told ya we'd p*ss 'im off!
