"Bob... Bob, seriously."
"What now,
Stan?"
"Bob... fucking unbuckle your chinstrap."
"Then what's the point of the helmet,
Stan, huh, what then?"
"Then you fucking take the helmet off! You're an embarassment to men. Look, look at that five-year old over there. She's got a helmet on. Your forty-seven, Bob. Wait, just watch this... hey little girl?"
"What you old hags?"
"What do you think of this
guy..." *thumbs over*
"The douchebag with that helmet?"
"Hey, I'm not a douchebag you little punk! And you have a helmet on too!"
"Um, yeah, because my
mom tells me to; and it's also where I store my weed. Want some?"
"Fuck yeah, how much for a
dime?"
"
Stan wtf?!"
