Aunty Donna's Big Ol House of Fun

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I said, "Did you know this pot is a drum?"

Broden, what the fuck?

You were just playing it wrong.

When you came to me 15 years ago,

you told me that everything was a drum.

Everything is a drum.

I left my wife.

I let you drum on my penis.

Enough now, brother Mark.

No more lies!

- - No more excuses!

For if that pot is not a drum...

- Oh no, I got it! - Oh good!

- - Well now, boys.

You should try drumming without arms!

Wow, this dishwasher we've had for three years can talk.

You bet your bubbles I can.

I've just been waiting for the right moment to.

open up.

- Hit it, maestro. -

Whoa!

Alright!

- Now, boys. - Yes, dishy.

Considering you have those nice, big rooms down the hall,

and I live in this itty-bitty spot under the counter,

do you think that it's fair that we all pay equal rent?

I've never thought about it that way.

Let me put it this way…

Fuck you! I work for you!

You should be paying me!

Whatta shame, they had a good thing goin', didn't they?

Yeah, they had a really good thing going. What a shame.

Naughty dishwasher.

Well, Broden, Mark, Zach,

looks like we're going to need a new housemates... s.

Word of the day.

One, two, one, two, Aunty Donna.

Broden.

Zac.

Mark.

Aunty Donna.

Alright.

I can't wait for these housemate interviews. Who's the first candidate?

We've got Stinky Jim.

I smell so bad.

Stinky?

That's the worst thing a housemate can be.

- Who's next? - We've got Dusty Bob.

Just a bit dusty.

Wartime British civilian.

We'll have to ration our beans.

Uh, Horny Hank.

I loud. I often. And I with the door open.

Dad at barbecue trying to learn the new cool dance moves.

How do you do it?

I don't know what I'm doing. Do you know?

I'm havin' a go.

This is gonna be a long afternoon, boys.

Motivational speaker who lacks confidence.

Get off… Get off your bottom.

- No. - Okay. Sorry.

Guy who doesn't know how plural nouns work.

This is two pictures of one horse.

Thirty-year-old straight white man.

The Dark Knight is a brilliant film. Five stars.

Man who tries to cover his fart with a cough.

Ahem!

I think you heard my fart.

Camouflage Santa.

I was getting spotted by the kiddos.

Cosplayer laying it on a bit thick.

You wanna know where I got this soda?

- Oh, it's brilliant. - Isn't it brilliant!

A cowboy.

Stick 'em up.

- A cowdoy. - A cowdoy.

A cowsoy.

Thanks, carton of milk. We'll let you know in due course.

Sir Alfred Hitchcock.

Superhero who got bit by a radioactive chameleon.

I have the chameleon's greatest powers.

And it's his claws.

I have the claws of a chameleon.

Respectable judge who just ripped a massive ol' bong.

I sentence you to get me some chicken nuggets.

- Puppet. - Hi.

- Puppet with a plush puppy. - Hi.

- Puppet with a plush puppy and a plant. - Hi.

Just a plant.

- That's a good plant. - I like that plant.

Sorry, I forgot my plant.

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1970s investigative journalist.

We know about Cincinnati. And we know about Boston.

We need someone on the record. What do you mean, the White House?

Funny guy from work getting up at an open mic night for the first time

and everyone from work has come to support him.

What is it with Tinder these days? You get on there,

you swipe left, you swipe left,

you swipe left, you swipe left,

you swipin' left, you swipe left, you swipe left,

you swipe left, am I right?

Shut up, Nadia!

Human guy people man.

Hello. I'm a regular human.

Fuck you!

Great.

- Great, who's next? - We gotta, um, just…

Hang on, Zach. You've gone low res.

- What? Where? - Just, like…

- All over you. - Oh, my God. How embarrassing.

- I'm sorry. This never happens to me. - Did you have something strange for lunch?

Uh no, I just have really poor internet quality at my place.

Oh, right.

We can carry on if you're happy to?

Oh, yeah, sure. I mean, it usually gets better again pretty quickly.

Oh, hang on, man.

No, you're frozen.

- Yeah, you're cooked, man. - Should I call someone?

Well, who do you call for something like...

Hang on, you're back. But you're out of sync.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Go try walking in and out of the room. It might reset ya.

- Sure. - That helps me sometimes…

- Do a reset. - …when I go low res.

You know, how you switch a modem on and off?

- Sometimes then the Internet's better? - I know a fucking modem, yes.

Yeah, maybe that'll just work with a man is all I'm saying.

- How's this? -

- That's fine. - It's fine. I don't give a fuck.

Zach!

- Was this you? - Was what me, mate?

Tell me if this was you or not because if this was you, this is genius!

Well, maybe it was me, maybe it wasn't me. Who knows, mate?

Mate, did you make the Wi-Fi name…

"Poo-Poo?"

Yeah, I did, mate. Yeah, I did. I did it to impress the new housemate.

How do you even come up with something like that?

This is Jackass-level brilliance, man.

Oh, boys. Oh, boys.

- Bit of a problem. - Yeah, what's up?

I'm trying to get some LimeWire songs.

Your Hoobastanks, your Sum 41s.

- Of course. - I can't connect. Is the dongle connected?

Oh, mate. No, the dongle is still connected.

Then what's going on? Something's amiss.

Only thing I can think of maybe that maybe happened

was that the Wi-Fi name changed.

Alright, I'll have a look, but I don't think that that would…

What is this?

- Poo-Poo? - Yeah!

- Lol. - Yeah.

- Mm-hm. - Very sharp.

- Very smart... - Boys!

You changing the name of the Wi-Fi from D-Link 379 to Poo-Poo…

Made me vomit on my shirt from laughter.

- Holy shit! - You did that!

Are you talking about Poo-Poo?

- Yeah. - Yeah, no. The Poo-Poo!

This is gonna be big for the community.

Hey, little Johnny.

- Come meet your new dads. -

Thank you.

Hey, guys. It's me, Jerry Seinfeld.

Jerry Seinfeld!

I saw your Wi-Fi name, Poo-Poo, and I'm here to award you Funniest Ever!

- Aw, that's so sweet. - Oh, you didn't have to do that.

Let's see what your prizes are, huh? Shall we?

- If there's prizes… - Wow!

Clue, what did we get 'em?

The Poo-Poo boys are going home with a Nokia 7200

thanks to Crazy John's Phones.

Aquila shoes, beautiful.

Let's not forget, a year's supply of Four'n Twenty Pies.

Congratulations, boys.