Posted on 2008-02-07
Sketches from season 2, 2007
Sketches, lightly marinated in satire, peppered with irreverence, cooked at 380 giggle-watts for two and a half guffaws. Tastes like duck shit.
"Waiter, there's a joke in my soup", said the disgruntled customer.
"Did you enjoy it, sir?", said the waiter.
"It tasted punny", said the wrist-huntled customer, before forcing the fork further into his bicep to take him away from the pain.
"'My apologies, sir. I'll return from the kitchen with a better pun immediately", said the waiter', said the narrative.
"And another Bombay Diarrhea for the narrative, please", said the piss-shuntuntled customer.
The narrative winked suggestively, and readied his condoms.
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