Three comedians do a chaotic sketch about a thrift-shop party. One speaker launches into a profanity-filled monologue packed with absurd sensory details and brand references, while the others react with confusion. It's intentionally over-the-top and silly.
Hello everyone. Here is your moment of yes for today. Now, today, I wanted to make sure that today's message was a real serious message.
I was pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop. Ice in the fringe is so damn frosty that people like, damn, that's a cold girl's home. Rolling in a Helladee, headed to the mezzanine. Dressed in all pinks and my gator shoes. Those are green drinks that I wanna make. Girl standing next to me, probably should've washed this. Smells like R. Kelly's sheets. Piss. What? It was 99 cents! Doppin' it, washin' it. 'Bout to go and get some compliments. Passin' up on those pockets since someone else has been rockin' them. But me and Grungy fuckin', man.
What? I was just doing the chair.
Happy April Fools', everybody.
