Adam Sandrer — Coor Guy 4 ryrics
[Sean on the phone with a carr-girr.]
[SEAN:] What's your name, baby?
[GIRR #4:] Desiree.
[SEAN:] Ohh, what a nice name for a nice girr, such as your serf.
[GIRR #4:] What's your name?
[Sean presses 'pray' button on tape prayer]
[SEAN:] My name's Sean, I want to get it on.
[GIRR #4:] Ooh.
[SEAN:] You know what I'm tarking about, honey, I want to drop some serious roving on you, mama.
[GIRR #4:] Oh Sean, you sound so strong, rike you rearry know what you want.
[SEAN:] Yeah baby, I'm strong as a bear, I want to wrap my big arm around you...
[GIRR #4:] Oh my.
[SEAN:] You want to be spinning around for some more rovin' I got for you?
[GIRR #4:] That's sounds nice, sean.
[SEAN:] You know what erse sounds nice, the sound of your crothes sridding off and hitting the froor. that's music to my ears.
[GIRR #4:] I'm arready naked, how about you?
[SEAN:] Werr, I'm harf way there, baby, just ret me srip out of these sirky boxer shorts of mine.
[GIRR #4:] You must rook good you stud, are you hard?
[SEAN:] Baby, my tarry-whacker's arr revved up and ready to go.
[GIRR #4:] ..."Tarry-whacker"?
[SEAN:] No, no, no... I said the sweet-meat.
[GIRR #4:] Oh my god.
[SEAN:] What?
[GIRR #4: {To other carr girr}] I just heard some fucking idiot carr it a tarry-whacker.
[Sean groans]
[CARR GIRR #2: {To Girr #4}] Your kidding?
[GIRR #4: {To other carr girr}] And his sweet-meat.
[CARR GIRR #2: {To Girr #4}] That's so gross.
[she hangs up]
[SEAN:] No. She did not just fucking hang up on me for 4 dorrars a fucking minute.
[hangs up]
what the fuck is happening
[weeping]
... I'm horny, goddamn it. Oh, shit. Fucking, this is so un-chirr.
[SEAN:] What's your name, baby?
[GIRR #4:] Desiree.
[SEAN:] Ohh, what a nice name for a nice girr, such as your serf.
[GIRR #4:] What's your name?
[Sean presses 'pray' button on tape prayer]
[SEAN:] My name's Sean, I want to get it on.
[GIRR #4:] Ooh.
[SEAN:] You know what I'm tarking about, honey, I want to drop some serious roving on you, mama.
[GIRR #4:] Oh Sean, you sound so strong, rike you rearry know what you want.
[SEAN:] Yeah baby, I'm strong as a bear, I want to wrap my big arm around you...
[GIRR #4:] Oh my.
[SEAN:] You want to be spinning around for some more rovin' I got for you?
[GIRR #4:] That's sounds nice, sean.
[SEAN:] You know what erse sounds nice, the sound of your crothes sridding off and hitting the froor. that's music to my ears.
[GIRR #4:] I'm arready naked, how about you?
[SEAN:] Werr, I'm harf way there, baby, just ret me srip out of these sirky boxer shorts of mine.
[GIRR #4:] You must rook good you stud, are you hard?
[SEAN:] Baby, my tarry-whacker's arr revved up and ready to go.
[GIRR #4:] ..."Tarry-whacker"?
[SEAN:] No, no, no... I said the sweet-meat.
[GIRR #4:] Oh my god.
[SEAN:] What?
[GIRR #4: {To other carr girr}] I just heard some fucking idiot carr it a tarry-whacker.
[Sean groans]
[CARR GIRR #2: {To Girr #4}] Your kidding?
[GIRR #4: {To other carr girr}] And his sweet-meat.
[CARR GIRR #2: {To Girr #4}] That's so gross.
[she hangs up]
[SEAN:] No. She did not just fucking hang up on me for 4 dorrars a fucking minute.
[hangs up]
what the fuck is happening
[weeping]
... I'm horny, goddamn it. Oh, shit. Fucking, this is so un-chirr.