I am. the dumbest bitch alive but,, what is griffin saying in the porky pig bit??
no, it’s okay! i also cannot hear or understand Words
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Griffin, in that deep, conciliatory voice that tells you he’s about to get up to some shit: D’ya know what language I learned in high school? Travis: **small sigh** What, Griffin? Griffin: The lAnGuAgE of looOooOOoooveeee ... Travis: Gross. Justin, at the same time: Okay. Travis: UuhhhhhHHHHhhh, Babble also has, uh-- Griffin: They called me, they called me Porky Pig-- Travis, resigned now to his fate: Okay. Justin: **weird inhale, something sloshes, a clink** Griffin: Because of how much-- **snorts** Travis: Gross. Justin: **repeated banging of mug** Griffin: Because of how much I-- Travis: Gross! Justin: **more banging** Travis: Gross! Griffin: Because of how much I-- Justin: I was mid coffee sip. I thought I’d earned it, after my great personal endorsement-- Griffin, softly: Okay. Justin: But no. Griffin: So you’re probably thinking like, “Porky Pig”-- Travis: Okay. Griffin:--probably because he’s been porking a whole lot, right? But it was--no, it was---my tech--my technique was, I would get down there and just be like, “bedeebedeedbebebdebdbebebdbebdbebdbebdbebdebdbebbedbbedbebdbebde”-- [from 0:30 to roughly 1:05, Griffin cackles like a hyena just discovering slapstick comedy involving fire crackers, Justin moves through the five stages of grief via a series of wheezes, keening, and pained hollering, and between the two Travis is mildly incomprehensible though he is also upending his lungs on the floor] Griffin, at 1:06: Oh, fuck. Justin, between angry laughs: You dumb piece of shit! God, I--God, you are despicable people-- I don’t know how I’m related to you-- Travis: We are the worst. Justin: Absolutely the worst.
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