“‘Super Bowl’…’Bowl’…get it? ‘Bowl’ Damn. You think Lamar Hunt was toking when he came up with that. I bet he was. I HAVE to believe he was. Do you believe Troy? Troy? Troy? ‘Bowl’. So divorce. Man…it’s like one minute you’re married…and then the next…you know…you’re not. What’s up with that? What IS up with that, Troy? Troy? Listen, you know I’m not gay…but if you ever wanted to kiss me I’d let you. You know…like a friend kissing a friend. The Arabs do it..why can’t we? You know? It’s just wrong that when a man kisses another man they’re called ‘gay’. What’s up with that??? I’m here for you man. Ah crap, I’ll say it. I love you Troy. If I could make you my brother right now I would. But then it would be weird me kissing my brother. Maybe we can be step-brothers? HA! John C. Farrell…man he’s funny. Wait…Farrell? That’s the other guy. Man, I don’t know. Anyway…kiss? On the lips? HA! ‘Bowl’. Troy? Troy?”
Joe: My face feels like Jell-O, but more about me….
Troy: Mmmhmm……..mmmmmmmm.
Joe: Are you awake?
Troy: (silence, eyes fully shut, maybe some snoring)
Joe: I kissed Justine Bieber this afternoon. With tongue. It was ahhhhhhh (photo taken) so lovely. Reminded me of kissing my Uncle Stu.
Th-th-thanks for j-j-jjjjoining us for Ssssuper B-Bowl F-f-f-forty fiiiiiiiiiiIIIIVE, b-b-b-b-brought to you by B-B-Booty Parlor’s “Turn Me On” Remote Controoo-oh-oh-lled Vibratinnnng, ahem, Panties.
Hey Tr..Tr…Troy..you ever cra…cra…crapped in your pants? I can’t re…….member right now Joe. Well don’t you worry….becaaauuuuuse…I cra…cra…crapped in your pants a little while ago. Wheeee!
JB: “…and the groan from my taaaaiiiiint! Awwww, man, Troy! That trick, Haguliera really effed it that one up. Troy? Troy!!??”
TA: (heavy snoring noise interjected with the sound of the Deathstar powering down)
JOE: “I always wondered why they were called roofies. Cause you’re more likely to end up on the floor than the roof. They should call em groundies.”
TROY: “Or rapies.
Joe – So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.
Troy – A looper?
Joe – A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
“In the words of the great Col. Sanders, “I’m too drunk to taste this chicken.”"
Hey Buck,the more you squint your eyes the hotter Fergie gets!!
You got to thank Jerry for giving us the hook-up with his plastic surgeon…I look great man..you look great too!!
Jesus Aikman, I knew the pre-party with Irvin was a bad idea!!
Super Derp!
mmmmm….tranqs.
We just don’t know what da ball gonna do…. It’s Crazy Man…
Ok now everybody sing….”I don’t want to grow up, I’m a TOYSRUS kid….
Feeeeellllings, whoa, oh, whoa, oh Feeeeeelllings…..
I’ve got a feeling, tonight’s gonna be a good, good, night.
On our phones now Greggo.
“I’m Joe Buck and he is…. I’m Joe Buck.”
Smell that Troy? I had chilli with beans last night.
The new Summerall and Madden
“Troy, I don’t think those were shiitake mushrooms on our pre-game steak”…”Quite frankly Joe, I can’t feel my face.”
Winner!
“So I says to Troy I says, you’re single, I’m single, let’s do this!”
DROY!!! I tolth you zshe blue pillsh were gonna hith thoooo quick
Ummm, Paul in…
Joe: Hey Troy, huh huh, you know what a gay horse eats?
Troy: Hmph. Do I have to put up with this all day?
Joe: Hhhhaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy…..
You’re having, I’m Wingstop?
win
http://cheezburger.com/BRMBug/lolz/View/4440276224
How about now?
Cosign
I want to eat lots of bacon.
I want to eat lots of bacon too.
“‘Super Bowl’…’Bowl’…get it? ‘Bowl’ Damn. You think Lamar Hunt was toking when he came up with that. I bet he was. I HAVE to believe he was. Do you believe Troy? Troy? Troy? ‘Bowl’. So divorce. Man…it’s like one minute you’re married…and then the next…you know…you’re not. What’s up with that? What IS up with that, Troy? Troy? Listen, you know I’m not gay…but if you ever wanted to kiss me I’d let you. You know…like a friend kissing a friend. The Arabs do it..why can’t we? You know? It’s just wrong that when a man kisses another man they’re called ‘gay’. What’s up with that??? I’m here for you man. Ah crap, I’ll say it. I love you Troy. If I could make you my brother right now I would. But then it would be weird me kissing my brother. Maybe we can be step-brothers? HA! John C. Farrell…man he’s funny. Wait…Farrell? That’s the other guy. Man, I don’t know. Anyway…kiss? On the lips? HA! ‘Bowl’. Troy? Troy?”
This is too long for a caption. Read your assignment again.
It’s perfect.
Yes Troy, keep your hand down there, I am almost finished…..
They do look like they are holding hands.
Tonights Half Time Show will feature Willie Nelson who we interviewed earlier.
THEY’RE APPROACHING THE FINISH.. AND ITS BUCK THAT SQUIRTS OUT AHEAD FOR THE WIN!!!
Joe: hey Troy, I think those shrooms are kicking in
Troy: dude
All I need now is a small Laotian boy and a warm washcloth….Back to you Troy…Troy?
DUDE…
This ice cream tastes funny
“God, I love the smell of my own farts.”
No that wasent the question . Do you like your Job ?
Orange wristband Tuesday
Have you seen my baseball?
“Every time you hear the word ‘Roethlisberger’, you will have an irresistible urge to kiss each other. You’ll wake up when I clap my hands in 3….2…1″
“Oh crap, my weird perfectly straight eyebrows have hypnotized Troy again.”
I don’t know about you Troy but the Skinlanin brothers halftime show really drained my will to live.
We welcome you back after that riveting halftime show from Fake Jerry.
Nothin’ like 8 hours of pre-game, eh Troy?
“…I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…”
I recognize Troy, but is that other guy Joe or Peter?
They are shape shifting.
Holy cow Troy, that hydroponic is AWESOME!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHQHAHAHAHAHA!
I’m too tired to cuddle Troy. Can we just go to sleep?
Mmmmmm… Cool Ranch Dorritos…
see this story?
http://laist.com/2011/02/08/no_cluckin_way_man_stabbed_to_death.php
Well, um…..Do you like this gig?
Dude, you got a frigging dart in your neck. Your crazy, man. I love you but your crazy.
What was that stuff? And why am I so sleepy?
Joe: My face feels like Jell-O, but more about me….
Troy: Mmmhmm……..mmmmmmmm.
Joe: Are you awake?
Troy: (silence, eyes fully shut, maybe some snoring)
Joe: I kissed Justine Bieber this afternoon. With tongue. It was ahhhhhhh (photo taken) so lovely. Reminded me of kissing my Uncle Stu.
We were up all night and Prince no-showed.
looks like buck just cranked one off and troy is smelling it.
Troy: How does my prostate exam feel Joe?
Joe : Moooooon River….
Hey Troy….If you were a hot dog, would you eat yourself?
4 “skylabs”, 2 “hurricanes”, a hand full a ludes, an I ain’t even buzzed yet
Thought your Dwaine Caraway was spot on this morning, Gordon!! And you managed to stay in character for quite some time. A+
Awwww hell no!
Sure hope the camerman doesn’t pan down. Haven’t got myself cleaned up yet.
“Riiiight… Kickass.”
Joe: I wanna kissss you.
Troy: That’s nice, Joe.
Strugggaling.
the monkeys his uncle?
Why the long faces?
Ohh whose broad stripes and bright starrrrs.
Joe: Hey Troy!! Let’s get 99 Tacos for 2 cents after The Super Bowl!
Troy: Duuuuuuuuuude!!!
[...] Caption this Ambien Moment [...]
“Mmm, cheese.”
Why I’m I a such a douche bag?
“Two tacos for 99 cents?!?!….That’s even cheaper!
Remember Mike Tyson’s Punchout? Troy looks like Little Mac between rounds when he’s getting his butt kicked!
Struggling…
Joe: When you… skart… skulling baaaaaaaws…
Troy: No funeral…
Th-th-thanks for j-j-jjjjoining us for Ssssuper B-Bowl F-f-f-forty fiiiiiiiiiiIIIIVE, b-b-b-b-brought to you by B-B-Booty Parlor’s “Turn Me On” Remote Controoo-oh-oh-lled Vibratinnnng, ahem, Panties.
That most certainly is NOT your microphone Troy!!!
Joe: “Dude where’s my car?”
Troy: “Where’s yer car Dude?”
Joe:So Troy, I understand you like mustard on your biscuits
Troy: Huummmm Mmmmm
Joe- “Troy how do you think Stevie Wonder would view this game”
Hey Tr..Tr…Troy..you ever cra…cra…crapped in your pants? I can’t re…….member right now Joe. Well don’t you worry….becaaauuuuuse…I cra…cra…crapped in your pants a little while ago. Wheeee!
Cocaine’s a helluva drug.
Joe: Here’s to Bill Brasky!!!
Troy: Mmm, cheese…
“In honor of Roethlisburger Week, we have maced our own faces. Take it away Troy…”
Is this real life?
Is this gonna be for ever?
I can, too, fit this microphone in my mouth.
Those were the….DAAAAYS!!!!
I can’t sober up so my marriage is over.
Green field Monday
Oh wait I think it’s Tuesday…
“Hey Troy, what’d you think of my trailer? Better than McCovey Cove, I’d say!”
Zebras in tha roofin tiles…
Wanna read something really creepy?
http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2011/02/paul_haggis_scientology.html
JB: “…and the groan from my taaaaiiiiint! Awwww, man, Troy! That trick, Haguliera really effed it that one up. Troy? Troy!!??”
TA: (heavy snoring noise interjected with the sound of the Deathstar powering down)
Will the real Dick Clark, please stand up!
THIS IS THE WINNER!!!
Sure was nice of JJ to bring in Wade Phillips to blow us during the game
i have a flask in my car if you guys want to join me for an after hours drink
We are so F***ing high. Back to you Howard Cosell!!
Really
Duhhhhh! Which way did you go, Troy? Which way did he go?
Troy has a ring; Joe’s teleprompter has 4G speed.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaahhaaaaaa….that’s so dumb.”
Light a match Troy! What did you eat??
I don’t know what Ben put in our drinks…but my ass hurts!. How about you Troy? Troy??
you got a dart in your neck.
is that bad?
you’re crazy man. i like you, but you’re crazy
Didnt I tell you that vibrating love eggs would make the game go by REAL fast!
“You have to be “CONVICTED” to get the key, Troy”
Have you seen Gordo’s site late–Zzzzzzzz…
Joe: Aaaaaaand Troy that is exactly what Fergies’ merkin smells like…
Troy: Ummmm, peanutty goodness!
Joe: O.K. now close your eyes and imagine your holding the hand of a beautiful woman. See! It’s no different!”
Troy: Amazing
JOE: “I always wondered why they were called roofies. Cause you’re more likely to end up on the floor than the roof. They should call em groundies.”
TROY: “Or rapies.
Damn, troy we shouldn’t have smoked that fatty at haltime
Did you see the size of that chicken!
that’s the way bad plastic surgery go
Troy, it is time for the Super Bowl presentashunnnn.
I could just kiss you Troy.
this is their reaction after hearing drops of Corby laughing
Joe – So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.
Troy – A looper?
Joe – A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
….And we would like minute to thank Ms. Alice B. Toklas for the homade brownies!….
Joe: “maaaa…brrrr…..lammaurrraerrrvvererr”
Troy: “huh huh….huh…..fzrrzzzrrr”
Have you ever looked at a dollar bill man? There’s some spooky stuff on a dollar bill man…. and it’s green too!
Joe: Ha-Chika-pa-ta-wu-ta-he-nana!
Troy: (After too much Wing Stop, in Killer voice) Oh I got to go poop!
YAY!!!! FOOSEBALL!