Big Head / Lil' Head
Welcome to the first installment of Big Head / Lil’ Head, where the heads collide over the wrongness of a Hottie/Douchey pic:
Lil’ Head: Boobies!!
Big Head: C’mon, Lil’ Head, there are no reeming qualities to this hott. Look at the giant turd floating in front of her!
Lil’ Head: I don’t care. I see boobies and I want boobies. Boobies!!
Big Head: He’s got “grillz,” lil’ head!! Surely the company she keeps reflects on her relative worth as a viable sexual partner.
Lil’ Head: Shut the hell up Big Head and go get me a chicken pot pie. I’m starin’ at boobies. And suckle worthy thighs.
Big Head: Alls I’m saying lil’ head is that your desire for the curvy thigh keeps getting us in trouble!
Lil’ Head: That’s not my problem, Big Head. That’s for you to figure out.
Big Head: Which is why I’m explaining that her choice in tatted up hand gesturing grillz wearing freakdouche should be enough to at least temper your desire for the humpity hump.
Lil’ Head: You don’t get out much, do you?
Big Head: I get out as much as you do, we’re the same person.
Lil’ Head: No we aren’t. If we were, you’d want to nuzzle in the boobie hills and smack the douche with a soggy rye.
Big Head: I do. I’m just trying to show you that the boobie hotts often devalue themselves by cohabitating with douchewank. This should affect your desire.
Lil’ Head: Well it don’t. Now shut your gob, I want the flesh pillows, and her two best friends, Kimmy and Kelly!!
Big Head: (sigh)
and…. scene.
