Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Real World St. Thomas, Episode 7 - "No Shirt, Boat Shoes, No Sanity"

Who needs dignity when a guy in a children's pirate hat notices you sometimes?






In the living room...

SWIFT - **practicing salsa dancing with himself** Ba-ba-BAH, ba-ba-BAH... Turn, hip, swivel, turn...

MARIE - You fucking dick piece of shit asshole cunt whore face.

SWIFT - Say wha now?

MARIE - You heard me. Who do you think you are, practicing salsa dancing? You think you're Maks Chmerkovskiy or some shit?

SWIFT - Who?

MARIE - GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **storms out of the room**

BRANDON - Dude, practicing salsa dancing was taking it too far. 

SWIFT - Excuse me? Didn't you destroy seven Ikea standing lamps last week?

BRANDON - Tsk tsk. There you go again, saying things and standing places. **storms out, leaves Swift by himself**




At da club, Laura meets a handsome stranger...

LATOYA - Go approach that dude with the asshole facial hair.

LAURA - Are you sure? Trey and I have been rubbing our nuts together for two weeks now.  

LATOYA - Aw, that's nothing. Do it. P.S. - you have nuts?  

LAURA - Shhhh. **approaches dude with asshole facial hair** Hey. I just met you. And this is crazy... but can you write your number down on a piece of paper?

RANDO - Are you quoting a song or noting how strange it is to write numbers down on paper in this age of technology?

LAURA - Um, both?

RANDO - Cool. **grinds his penis into her ass**

TREY - WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?

RANDO - Pretty self-explanatory, really. This young lady, whose name escapes me at the moment, is grinding her ass on my penis.

TREY - **pulls Laura aside** HOW DARE YOU DANCE WITH A GUY AFTER I GOT CHELSEA PREGNANT BUT NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT IT?!?!?

LAURA - Wait... what did you say?

TREY - Um, nothing. Carry on. **leaves**




In the bedroom...

MARIE - I got you something.

ROBB - Boat shoes? Oh em gee! These must have cost at least 15 dollars!

MARIE - What can I say? You're worth it.

ROBB - I love you.

MARIE  - I love you, too.

ROBB - Oh, that reminds me. Emily, that girl I was fucking before I met you? She's coming to visit, so you might have to stay in your own room for a week or two.

MARIE - Is this some kind of a joke?

ROBB - Ok, you got me. Obviously, you can both sleep in my bed together.






Swift innocently sits in a rocking chair while Brandon, Robb, and Marie get drunk and aggro...

MARIE - What a fucking asshole.

BRANDON - True dat, dawg. Look at him, sitting quietly in a chair.

MARIE - I would look at him, but I can't see him because he's black and it's dark outside!

ROBB - HAHAHA! Great racist joke. You really are the perfect woman.

MARIE - **farts and burps at the same time** That means "thank you" in Marie.

ROBB & BRANDON - BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

SWIFT - Um, I'm going to go stand by the water.

MARIE - You do that, fuckface.

ROBB - You are on FIRE tonight, girlfriend!

**They all high-five**


THE END.







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