Beerfest Page #8

Take the bet, you f***ing p*ssy.

Okay. Crush the bastards.

And then I want spectator number one

killed.

Yeah, this is going to be like taking

black walnut candy from the baby.

That's very funny, Deutschbag.

Only thing is:

One, we're not babies, and two...

We're not that drunk.

They're not that drunk. Cheeky bastards.

They're not that drunk!

They're not that drunk!

They're not that drunk!

They're not that drunk!

They're not that drunk!

Five boots? Are you f***ing mental?

Trust me, we can do this.

Just spin the boot

when the bubble comes.

Trust me, this will work.

Gentlemen. Ready?

Good luck. You're going to need it.

Das Boot!

Das Boot! Das Boot! Das Boot!

Deutschland, you're floored!

Look, the little one looks like he has

pubic hair all over his head.

It's okay, it works.

Yeah, because you have a dickface.

You son of a b*tch!

Yeah.

I accidentally pushed his thingy off.

That's a great one. Dickface.

Fink's got the eye of the Jew.

He's got the eye of the Jew.

Fink's our anchorman.

Come on. Trust me. Trust me.

You just blew it, Friedrich.

Spin it.

Come on.

Spin it.

Spin it.

Drink, Fink. Drink, Fink. Drink, Fink.

Drink, Fink, drink! Drink, Fink, drink!

Drink, Fink, drink!

U.S.A.

U.S.A. U.S.A. U.S.A.

A little R and R in Amsterdam.

Just what the doctor ordered.

You know, I came to a conference

here once. Hookerthon 2002.

Fantastic seminars.

Sounds fun.

Nothing but the best for the executives

of von Wolfhausen brewery, right?

That's right.

Hey, guys, where are we?

I think the hotel is this way?

You gotta be kidding me.

Hold on. Let me check.

No, I think it's that way.

Hey.

- Holy crap, Willie Nelson.

- What are you doing here?

It's a funny story.

I was invited over here...

...for this big, secret, international,

pot-smoking competition.

My teammates, Cheech and Chong,

chickened out on me.

They wouldn't fly

in my biodiesel airplane...

...and the smoke-out's in 30 minutes

and I don't wanna get disqualified.

Now, you guys don't wanna

be my teammates, do you?

Yeah!

Let's do it. Did you hear one

about the guy that told his son:

"If you don't quit masturbating,

you'll go blind."

He said, "Dad, I'm over here."

Oh, you guys fancy yourselves

drinkers, huh?

Yeah, maybe a little bit.

I think we just won the...

Yeah, I think we just...

Yeah, I think we just...

What the hell is going on? Yeah.

- Bastards.

- I was playing Ping-Pong in Ding Dang.

I was... I saw that.

Turned out, the guys I was playing...

The guys... Okay.

I was playing Ping-Pong in Ding Dang.

I mean, come on. Cut it.

This sweet nectar was my lifeblood.

Oh, yeah, Landfill.

Go for it, my friend.

He's got it going on, this guy.

Are we playing or not?

Time to scheie off the...

Are we playing or not?

Time to scheie on our...

Are we playing or not?

Time to scheie or get off the crap.

Crapper.

Okay, come back in, do it again.

All right.

Everybody's drunk.

And cut it. Cut.

One question. Who are we gonna get...?

Do I know you?

Me? No. No, I don't think so.

Well, you look familiar.

Didn't I pay you a dollar for something?

No, no. Wasn't me, no.

I remember now. I paid you a dollar

to touch your toes...

...and then touch your dick.

Yeah, that could have been me.

Good to see you again.

I wish it were winter. We could make it

into ice blocks and skate on it...

...and then melt it in the springtime

and drink it.

All right, cut it.

Cut.

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