All Out Dysfunktion! Page #4

Hey, hey, there are

a lot of people around.

You think I give a f***?

What's my name?

Mike mix under thunder.

What's my name,

down syndrome dick?

Mike mix under thunder.

Say it like you're getting

your ass hole licked.

Mike mix under thunder!

Yes! Now get used

to that six syllable name.

You know why I get

a six syllable name?

'Cause I'm f***ing successful.

So, remember that sound,

because I can make

or break your career

just like that,

and all you'll hear

is the sound

of Mike mix under thunder

f***ing you in the ass

unless you get that black rhino

to turn to steel.

You got me?

Yes.

Hey, fluffer!

Mouth, dick, go!

Okay, everybody, take five.

Come here, mufasa.

My name is azeebo!

Whatever, zebra.

Zebra?

This is racial profiling.

I'm not happy

with these working conditions...

oh, oh, oh.

That's good.

What do you think?

This is more like it.

I like it.

I like it a lot.

Okay.

Stage here.

Got to check the breaker

box for secondary power.

We've got serious capacity here.

Vip area down there.

Yes, baby.

Can do.

- Glitter.

- Bruce, what about security?

Just the usual, man.

It's going deep.

Okay, price, on the dial.

I want you to reach out

to all the social networks.

We got a new venue, guys.

- Get on that dial, b*tch.

- On it.

Hey, there, get up.

Let me take a look at you.

Do you perform?

- I...

- And what's with the mask?

Uh...

If... if you can smell sex,

then sex is airborne.

You can see it on the couch

and some on his skin

and I can maybe

smell it on your breath.

- Do you like to f***?

- I don't...

'cause I got

some pretty hot ass here.

Yeah, she's hot.

Yeah, no, i can see it now.

Look it.

"Ebony rising."

F***, yeah.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Pole vaultin' the moon.

You've got good throw.

I can make it

a interracial thing.

- But I don't pole vault.

- I didn't even make varsity.

- Crystal.

- I... no.

- Get your white ass over here.

- That's... yeah, that's...

- yes, Mike?

- Hi.

Suck his cock.

Hey, there, big winner.

Gator, gator, ah!

Okay, okay,

armadillo, armadillo.

- Camp, camp, camp.

- What are you, a "fage"?

No.

- Hey, David.

- It's slurp and burp.

God, you're so loud.

What are you doing? No!

Can I play with the big winner?

No, you can't play

with the big winner.

- I need some help, gator.

- Yep, solution right here.

I love blowj*bs.

I love 'em.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Let's go! Let's go!

I am ready, Mike.

- Just give it to me straight.

- I am strong like spear.

- It's too many germs.

- Let me get this right.

You are turning down

getting some

of the greatest head

of your life

from one of the hottest girls

- in my library...

- it's nice to meet you.

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