You seem to be interested in South Park Studios pranks, so:
They like to have fun with their money too. In the office, Parker will give someone $5,000 to eat pickled pork lips bought on the Internet or put them in a cash-grab machine for thirty-one minutes or make them eat six McDonald’s McRib sandwiches and four Starbucks lattes in one sitting (the kid puked up some of it, and he made him drink the puke). One year, he refereed a two-month-long weight-losing competition in the office. The pool was $3,700. The winner lost forty-eight pounds in nine weeks. “Right before we gave him the money, I was like, ‘Wait, let’s get a box,'” says Parker excitedly. “I told him he won and he could have the money or the box. He took the box, which actually had $8,000 in it. It was seriously one of the most exciting moments ever.” He shakes his head. “He took the fucking box.”
“I’m the go-to fart-on girl,” says Jennifer Howell, a friend who works for their production company, Important Films. “Matt and Trey like to pin me down and fart on me, or fart on my food when I walk out of the room. One time, flying first-class to Toronto, Trey stood up on his seat and farted in my face. At the airport gate, they like to play ‘angry boyfriend,’ screaming at me and pretending to hit me in the face.” She laughs, perhaps a better sport than she should be. “There’s nothing I can say to embarrass them in return, other than say they have small penises or my friends say they were really shitty in bed. Plus, they’ve warned me that any revenge I exact will come back a hundredfold.”
“I’ve been witness to many gross things Matt and Trey have done to other people with their private areas, front and back,” says Goodman later. “A while ago in Cabo San Lucas, one of the guys passed out in our hotel room and Matt stuck his full penis and balls on his face while I took pictures.” Parker is by all accounts the worse offender. “A few years ago, Trey had a habit of sneaking up on a bunch of us while we were sitting around watching football,” says Goodman. “He’d stand behind us, quietly turn around, pull his pants down, spread his legs apart and go, ‘Hey, guys.’ “
They also like to mess with the show's post production department, like one time they put penetration shots of gay porn in between takes just so the guys had to watch it while taking it out
Matt also chased their animation director Eric Stough threatening to kill him after the guy farted on his lunch and made Eric lock himself in his car in fear, and then Matt and Trey pissed all over his car
honestly, i’m gonna act like i never read any of this bc i can’t wrap my head around how much i hate them as people, even if i find them attractive. they are genuinely insufferable people and i am well aware of that, i just choose not to think about it.
(i got the source https://www.rollingstone.com/tv-movies/tv-movie-news/south-park-still-sick-still-wrong-231538/ )
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had a buckwheat noodle salad from that restaurant i get doordash from regularly and it was. so nice. fresh veg, pickled veg, pineapple, and tofu. and since it was cheap i also got myself a boba tea from black pearl. i'm still working but it's nice to be able to sip on my honeydew milk tea 💖
and i'm halfway through the job anyway.
stopped to take a walk earlier when i was about a third of the way through the job. that was nice. saw some rabbits! which never ever gets old. they're cute lil fuckers. then when i got in i went out back and watered the garden. got stung by a bee! but it felt fine within minutes despite the fact that i shrieked like a fucking baby. the bee, alas, i smacked to the ground reflexively. like before i even noticed it was a bee. then, fearing vengeance, i sprayed the hell out of it with the hose. idk what happened to it after that.
it happened so fast, it was more bewildering than anything else. it was just. on my arm for some reason. right up near the shoulder where the arm normally squishes into the titty while i am moving around. maybe that's why it stung me? bc it started getting squished by the titty? who knows. now i've got a lil puffy pink spot on my upper arm, but i hardly feel it. if anything it's slightly itchy.
mmmm boba tea
i hope netflix doesn't pull a dark crystal on us and just tosses Sandman. i wanna see more of Sanjeev Bhaskar and Asim Chaudhry and Vivienne Acheampong and Kirby Howell Baptiste. and like. i would say Patton Oswalt but you don't see him. i want to hear more of Patton Oswalt. i wouldn't complain if we saw Mad Hettie again. and i want more of Hob Gadling than we are likely to get. but. you know.
and now i will shut up and get my procrastinating ass back to work
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