Back to the Future
~~~Steve’s seen on his BRAND NEW leather sectional, taking in the Back to the Future Trilogy on his BRAND NEW SUPER WIDER THAN THE LAST ONE HE HAD PLASMA SCREEN for two reasons… one, it’s the first thing his writer could think of the keep the running “Back” gag in the subject blocks and two…he simply digs the series. Steve’s enjoying Part Two, and it’s at the part where Marty McFly’s “borrowed” hoverboard just stalled out over the water in front of the old clock tower. Steve’s not paying attention now, he’s beginning to daydream about having his own time machine so he could go back in time and have sex with chicks like Rita Hayward, Marilyn Monroe, and Jane Fonda in their primes. Connie interrupts, holding a video tape~~~
Connie: Steve? I found this in the trash…. are you hiding home made porn from me again?
Studs: Huh? GATDAMMIT! I was just gettin’ ready to get it on with Barbarella…. What? What’s that? Home made porn? Why would I hide that?
Connie: I don’t know, I’m just asking…. you usually don’t hide ‘em in the trashcan…
Studs: Ooooh, wait a minute. That’s that shit from Dr. Thrilla. I watched that this mornin’, he seems to think I have a match with Mr. Paracox-in-his-mouth even though I checked the upcomin’ events and have no such match scheduled with him. Hell, my TITLE BELT has a match at the PPV, but I’m not on there yet. So, Dr. Thrilla has no excuse not to face me. He was right about a couple of things, though…. I could beat Mr. Paracox until my fuckin’ arms fell off and I’d still have enough left over for Thrilla. And NO FAN in the world would argue about seein’ me twice in a night…. that’s a fact.
But since I don’t see anythin’ about me havin’ a match with that jerkweed, Paracox….it looks like it’s gonna be me, THE TANNED, VANILLA, GORILLA…. DOWN IN MANILLA, WHERE I WILLA, KILLA, DR. FUCKIN’ THRILLA.
And THAT….IS A FACT!
Connie: So I can throw this away? (holds up video)
Studs: You can stick it up your ass and spin around on it for all I care.
Connie: You’re an asshole…
Studs: Tell me somethin’ I don’t know… I gotta call Trey, he has some bookin’ stroke. I WILL get my match with Dr. Metal Mouth… and when I get my hands on him, I’m gonna rip off his steel teeth, and pound his fuckin’ face into mush. Then he can spend the next couple of months drinkin’ his meals. Ya dig?
Connie: I’m going back to bed…
Studs: Whatever, I need to go RIGHT now, and call Trey. He’s gotta hook this up for me. Man, he’s gotta hook me up!
And douja, if you’re watchin’ this… mind your own fuckin’ affairs, washin’ machine boy. By the way, Unit 5 was hangin’ out here the other night at my party… he told me to pass this along to ya…
*RUMBLE * RUMBLE*
BWAAAA HAAA HAAAAA!
Loser….