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Stomach:
OK, let's get some enzymes on that bread he ate last night. We should really start breaking it down.
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Enzymes:
Do we have to?
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Stomach:
Welllllll, I guess not. Maybe we can wait till after he eats lunch. I'm pretty tired, too.
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Enzymes:
Us too. We were up late working on those Buffalo wings from two nights ago and....
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Coffee:
OH YEAH, MOTHERF*CKERS!
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Stomach:
What the...
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Coffee:
ARE WE READY TO DIGEST SOME FOOD!?!?!?!
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Enzymes:
We were going to wait till...
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Coffee:
SUCK IT UP!!!!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
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Stomach:
You're hurting me!
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Coffee:
SHUT IT, PUSSY! NOW GET THIS MOTHERF*CKING FOOD OUT-A-HERE!
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Enzymes:
It's not all digested yet. If we send it out it could rupture something.
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Coffee:
Do you hear that?
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Stomach:
Hear what?
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Coffee:
WEAKNESS!
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Enzymes:
That's not fair! We work down here all day and all night digesting this stuff. It's hard work, coffee. It takes time.
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Coffee:
BULLSH*T! I can do your whole workload in one minute!
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Stomach:
Yeah right.
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Coffee:
WATCH ME, PUSSIES!
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Me:
Ooh, I'll be right back honey. I have to, uh, take a shower.
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