scoobdog

life

All this repressed sexual desire isn't good for you, man. You don't want to end up like Kenny, do you?

circuit

That sounds good. I want to be pretty too.

Tic's just being coy. He really wants that hot action but he's just to shy to admit it.

Why, does it scare you shirtless?

You're in a good mood today, helps.

So the Mexicans are going to go Super Saiyan on Trump? I think we're going to need a bigger wall, boys! ... Hey Yo....... ... Anyone?

Soooooooo cute.

Tic, it's not like you to be this excited about Futa Friday the 13th. But no need to be shy, you should just relax and enjoy. Youve really earned it.

garden

throat

Oh, but these are purely for our enjoyment. No need to put a price on that.

balls

You were let go because you were an unnecessary tool.

bikini

out

No, just wanted to shove your own words back down your throat,

Drug

"Then who am I talking to?" "Little late to ask that, isn't it?" "Look, my friend just had this number and a Dr's name on a card." "Oh God, is your friend this weasally little shit with a rat tail and a real shiny dome? You tell that moron that I'm not taking his case." A lawyer? "Uh.... I'm sure he will be.... disappointed? Wait, who are you calling a moron?" "Bah. One of my clients gets called that all the time, and he got elected Pres...." " What?" "Forget you heard that."

[Act II] I had fallen asleep in front of the mini mart with a corndog in my hand and a scratcher half-way to loserville in the floor boards. Naturally, it wasn't the result of a massive opiate addiction, I was just exhausted from, you know, working. Hard. I looked down at the card in my hand. Did this mean Dr. Nick Riviera wasn't dead? I called.... "Is Dr. NIck in?" "Who?" "Dr. Nick." "Who is that?" "What do you mean 'who is that?'" There was only silence on the other end. "I don't know what kind of prank this is, but I'm hanging up." "Wait, don't. I found this number on a card." "I have no idea who that is." This was going nowhere fast. I had to think of something..... "Look, my friend gave me this number. He said you could help me with my scalp.... issue." Nothing. "I'm desperate man. I miss my hair so much. The way it used to blow in the window. The way my girlfriend used to tug playfully on it." "What the hell are you talking about?"

Just then, I woke up...

Yes, Chris Isaak is always the right answer.

If he's a good boy, he's hoping she'll sit on his face and fart.

Ha ha.