The Price is...uh...well...Partially Correct
By: BooBoo
Host: Jack come on Down!
Jack Aww...shit. Why am I here?
Host: Get your ass down here!!!!
Jack: Fine, Fine, have it your own way.
Host: Tell these people what they are bidding on!!!
Announcer: This beautiful old, rusted out Maxima to get molested in by our host's wrinkly great uncle Mary!!!
Jack: Ha, Your uncle's a Lesbo!
Host: Jack take your **censored for vile language (why we did it here and nowhere else, I haven't a clue** bid!!
Jack: 1.236 cents
Host: where did all the other contestants frickin' go!
Jack: They don't want to get raped by your old lesbo uncle.
Host: It doesn't matter because your absolutely correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(to the special game thingy)
Host: Screw this lets go to that big wheel thingy. The old French Whore we were going to play a game with has died of gonorrhea.
Jack: Fwahahahaha... never mind that evil laugh
(big wheel thingy)
Host: OK since the first contestants were viciously attacked by a mob of rabid Scottish terriers who were drunk off 17 gallons of gin/Kool-Aid. Jack, my friend, you advance to the "Showcase Showdown."
Jack: Donkey hemorrhoids, I don't even know why I'm here. Somebody drugged me into this and I'm gonna find them and make mince pie (hahahaha, funny word...hehehe mince pie) out of thier evil "screw Jack" thought filled minds. Well, to the fiery pits of Gahanna with them(Gahanna = Hell).
(Showcase Showdown)
Host: the item is my old, Romanian-whore mother.
Jack: That's it I'm out
Host: over my dead body
Jack: Fine
(Jack lets his nine get the host and walks of the stage)
Jack: Damn are my nuts itchy
By: BooBoo
Host: Jack come on Down!
Jack Aww...shit. Why am I here?
Host: Get your ass down here!!!!
Jack: Fine, Fine, have it your own way.
Host: Tell these people what they are bidding on!!!
Announcer: This beautiful old, rusted out Maxima to get molested in by our host's wrinkly great uncle Mary!!!
Jack: Ha, Your uncle's a Lesbo!
Host: Jack take your **censored for vile language (why we did it here and nowhere else, I haven't a clue** bid!!
Jack: 1.236 cents
Host: where did all the other contestants frickin' go!
Jack: They don't want to get raped by your old lesbo uncle.
Host: It doesn't matter because your absolutely correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(to the special game thingy)
Host: Screw this lets go to that big wheel thingy. The old French Whore we were going to play a game with has died of gonorrhea.
Jack: Fwahahahaha... never mind that evil laugh
(big wheel thingy)
Host: OK since the first contestants were viciously attacked by a mob of rabid Scottish terriers who were drunk off 17 gallons of gin/Kool-Aid. Jack, my friend, you advance to the "Showcase Showdown."
Jack: Donkey hemorrhoids, I don't even know why I'm here. Somebody drugged me into this and I'm gonna find them and make mince pie (hahahaha, funny word...hehehe mince pie) out of thier evil "screw Jack" thought filled minds. Well, to the fiery pits of Gahanna with them(Gahanna = Hell).
(Showcase Showdown)
Host: the item is my old, Romanian-whore mother.
Jack: That's it I'm out
Host: over my dead body
Jack: Fine
(Jack lets his nine get the host and walks of the stage)
Jack: Damn are my nuts itchy