Posted at 5:25 am on Jan 10, 2014 by:
"Big Poppa Huh?!" Botch Recliner
HUH?! AND A SHUT UP!
Recliner looked at the bum in disbelief.
"YOU'VE DRANK A LOT OF BARS . . . BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS, WANTS TO KNOW, WHERE YOU'VE BEEN?"
The bum could only look back at Recliner, or at least in his general direction, his eyes glazed over in his permanent state of drunkenness. Recliner, impatient and feeling close to a bout of roid rage, was unwilling to wait another day and a half for the bum to speak again, so he said the only thing that came to mind:
"SHUT UP!"
"HUH?"
Gunther, moving over to the bum, began trying to get him to join in on doing the ding dong dance, but only succeeded in making the bum vomit, barely able to step out of the way to avoid a mess in his wig!
"Ohhh NOT my tra la la!"
"HUH?!?"
Gunther ding donged his way back to Recliner's hired porn stars as Recliner himself looked down at the puddle of vomit and said:
"YOU COME IN HERE, YOU TRY TO GET THE SYMPY OF THE PEOPLE, BUT YOU DON'T GET MY SYMPY AT ALL!"
Walking over to his giant log, Recliner began to again do curls with it, watching the bum stagger around as he did, slipping around in his own vomit.
"HUH???"
"HUH?!?!?"
"HUH???!!!???
"HUH!?!?!?!?!?!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPLE OF!"
"HUH?????!!!!!?????!!!!!?????"
