It was only 10 in the morning before Rhaab Himself and the birdman,
Tony, had arrived at Bam's Pennsylvania home.
"Bam! Hey, Margera, where are you?!" Tony called from downstairs.
"In the office!" Bam replied, throwing a stapler at the door to signal where he had been hiding. Tony and Rhaab clunked up the stairs, picking up the stapler on their way in.
"Who's the chick?" Rhaab asked, clicking the stapler in Bam's ear, almost nicking the side of Bam's cartilage.
"Oh dude, I've seen her before." Tony added, leaning in to stare at the computer. Bam sat back in his seat, crossing his arms and looking at the over successful skateboarder.
"Yeah, man. I masturbated to her for an hour last night, and I still don't know her fucking name." Bam laughed, which became contagious as they all let out Bevis and Butthead laughs.
"There's nothing wrong with that, dude. I've jacked off to random chicks that I've never even seen before." Rhaab said, looking at Bam with a smirk.
"Yeah. We all have." Tony said in a mock comforting voice, placing a hand on Bam's shoulder.
"She was fucking amazing in the American McGee movie. And she said like, two words." Bam grinned lopsidedly, leaning as far back as the chair would allow him.
"Wait, dude, she was in a movie, Bam?" Tony asked.
"Uhhh...yeah. Where else would you have seen her?" Bam asked back, sitting up in his seat to pay attention to the birdman.
"She's in the Dead Poetic video." Tony said, raising his eyebrows as if to signal that Bam was a complete idiot.
"Your fucking joking, Tony, right?" Bam asked, looking from Rhaab to Tony. Rhaab put his hands into the air.
"I've never seen her in my life," Rhaab said, looking over at Tony. "This one's all yours."
"Yeah, dude, she's in the new Dead Poetic video." Tony nodded in assurance. Bam pulled out his cell phone, looking at both Tony and Rhaab.
"Get me the boys of Dead Poetic. I've got some questions for them."
"Bam! Hey, Margera, where are you?!" Tony called from downstairs.
"In the office!" Bam replied, throwing a stapler at the door to signal where he had been hiding. Tony and Rhaab clunked up the stairs, picking up the stapler on their way in.
"Who's the chick?" Rhaab asked, clicking the stapler in Bam's ear, almost nicking the side of Bam's cartilage.
"Oh dude, I've seen her before." Tony added, leaning in to stare at the computer. Bam sat back in his seat, crossing his arms and looking at the over successful skateboarder.
"Yeah, man. I masturbated to her for an hour last night, and I still don't know her fucking name." Bam laughed, which became contagious as they all let out Bevis and Butthead laughs.
"There's nothing wrong with that, dude. I've jacked off to random chicks that I've never even seen before." Rhaab said, looking at Bam with a smirk.
"Yeah. We all have." Tony said in a mock comforting voice, placing a hand on Bam's shoulder.
"She was fucking amazing in the American McGee movie. And she said like, two words." Bam grinned lopsidedly, leaning as far back as the chair would allow him.
"Wait, dude, she was in a movie, Bam?" Tony asked.
"Uhhh...yeah. Where else would you have seen her?" Bam asked back, sitting up in his seat to pay attention to the birdman.
"She's in the Dead Poetic video." Tony said, raising his eyebrows as if to signal that Bam was a complete idiot.
"Your fucking joking, Tony, right?" Bam asked, looking from Rhaab to Tony. Rhaab put his hands into the air.
"I've never seen her in my life," Rhaab said, looking over at Tony. "This one's all yours."
"Yeah, dude, she's in the new Dead Poetic video." Tony nodded in assurance. Bam pulled out his cell phone, looking at both Tony and Rhaab.
"Get me the boys of Dead Poetic. I've got some questions for them."