Bro, What Happened? Page #2

---

chops, clowns, MILFs, GILFs.

I'm talking about

a campus legend,

mother f***ing

Bob's party, bro.

No way. Dude, how did you

get us into that?

Because I'm the f***ing, man.

Please, please, please take us

to the party, Jamie, please.

I already told Phil

we're gonna go.

You know they don't

let freshman guys

and we're gonna

look like douches.

Please, Jamie-wan Kenobi,

you're our only hope.

Honestly, Cal, you think

I'm gonna

stroll into this party

with a string bean

and a fat farm animal?

Please, please, please,

please, please...

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Woo-hoo!

Under one condition and you're

not gonna like it. What? What?

You have to bring the bouncer

a gram of coke,

and mother f***ing Bob

an eighth of weed.

I don't know

where to get weed, coke.

You're gonna go here,

bring cash and tell them

ping pong girl sent you.

Whatever you do, don't let him

talk about baseball to you.

Meet in the quad here at 7:00

with the stuff and then

we'll walk over there together.

It's far.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yes.

Woo-hoo, party time!

Thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you.

Oh, my back.

Oh.

Just for you, hotties.

Oh, my God.

He's gonna die.

Hey, out there it's Friday or,

as I like to call it,

the real hot day.

All right.

Where is the fire, Jewfro?

Pat down.

Jeez man, it's nice

you don't have a girlfriend.

That sucks for you, bro.

What's going on down here? You

want to die by the time you're 30?

Eat your fiber.

Wait.

Where's your wiener?

You're one of them

lesbians, huh?

No wiener.

Turn around.

It just doesn't like you.

Hey, watch the mouth.

All right, you look

good back here.

Drop your pants.

What?

Time to search your a**hole.

Oh, I don't think so, dude.

Is he good?

Yeah, he's good.

Follow me.

Sit down, be quiet

and don't speak

until you're spoken to.

What?

Very funny, Tom.

You are so...

Oh, you two may go.

We were so scared.

Thank you so much.

Get the f*** out!

Get the f*** out!

How dare you!

Oh.

I didn't get to hear about

Joseph Smith.

Oh, God.

What's that?

Oh, no, what is that?

You're a cop? I'm not a

cop. I'm not a cop. I'm Cal.

He's Cal, Tom.

His name is Cal.

Cal? I'm Mr. Tom.

Hi. This is my beautiful

wife Cherry Lu Rou

and this is my place.

I bought it,

so she'd stop dancing.

And behind you is monkey boy.

That's monkey boy.

We feed him cocaine

and bananas.

That's his diet, man.

I won him

in a very dangerous game,

Of Huila in Colombia

and he doesn't speak English.

I speak English.

See, look at that...

Ping pong girl sent me here.

Oh, ping pong girl.

We love ping pong girl.

We love ping pong girl.

Hal, are you my friend?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes