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in the future are very, well, good.
what should I do?
- Mr. Adler. Mr. Adler! - What?
Well, all right. Get some safety goggles and start getting acquainted
telling everybody that you're a poop-eater, and he chooses you.
Well, when I started courting your mother,
Son of a bitch.
- Hell. - Those sons of bitches!
How was school today, Son? That's great.
Goodbye, cruel world.
- What? - What?
with the belt sander, didn't I?
- Well, I'm gonna go over there and... - No, no, Craig.
All righty, Tweek. My little nephew, Stanley, has asked me
Hi, we're here to visit our good friends, Tweek and Craig.
Well, that was fun, Pearl. See ya later.
For the next week, rather than your normal schoolwork,
No, no, make it stop.
- Yeah, I'll bet! - How much?
No.
catch me richard
- Why, why? - Mr. Adler. Mr. Adler!
All right, all right. Screw this. We have to postpone the fight
- Tweek! - Tweek!
What you got, biatch?
- We'll use plastic wrap. - Nope. Sorry, maybe some other time.
Okay, the time has finally come.
And so, one day, he challenged me to a fight.