Announcer: What happens when you put a bunch of boxers into a house to live with each other? You get…TYSON AND FRIENDS!!!

 

(Evander, Tyson, and Oscar are huddled around a flashlight and a phone in Tyson’s room)

 

Evander: we’re going to have to be quiet, so we don’t wake up the Hurricane

 

Tyson: oh, don’t worry about it….Betsy will keep him busy ALL night

 

Oscar: ugh…I hate that Betsy

 

Tyson: ok…so….who are we going to call? Its 2:00 in the morning, so, anybody we call will be instantly pissed off. Luckily, we might call a truck drivers house and wake up the truck driver, cuz he has to go at 5:00 in the morning and got home at 12:00 in the morning….so……..yeah…..

 

Oscar (punching in numbers): rinnnnnggggggg riiiiiingggggggg

 

(Evander raises an eyebrow and takes the phone away from Oscar)

 

Oscar: HEY! I usin that phone!

 

Evander: you had your turn…….my turn…..i’m gonna call a psychic hotline……that Cleo fag that keeps taking up all that time on the TV guide channel and shit channels like that

 

Oscar (scratching his head): well, ok, but I get to talk too

 

Evander (putting the phone on speaker phone): fine, we’ll all be able to talk

 

(Evander calls the psychic hotline with Cleo)

 

Cleo: hello, baby! You’ve reached Cleo!

 

Evander: FAG!

 

Cleo: well, that’s nice, tell me your name and birth date, and I’ll tell you your fortune!

 

Oscar: FAG!

 

Cleo: oh! So you name is FAG!, eh?

 

Tyson: FAG!

 

Cleo: and you birth date is FAG!, also…well, let me see here…

 

(a few seconds pass)

 

Cleo: well, it says here for you that you will go to bed…have a nice day, good bye, and thank you for your money!

 

(Cleo hangs up)

 

Tyson: that was extremely gay

 

Evander: eh….ok…..yeah, it was..

 

(Oscar farts)

 

Tyson: ……

 

Evander: right…lets call another number

 

(Tyson bangs his head on the dial pad)

 

Evander: its ringing!

 

Oscar: yeehaw!

 

Phone: hello, you’ve reached Closet World, can I help you?

 

Evander: OH SHIT!

 

Phone: what? What is it?

 

Evander: I need a closet!!!! Send one right nowwwww!

 

Phone: how big?

 

Evander: well, 111 feet by 10 centimeters

 

Phone: umm…ho-

 

(Evander hangs up)

(Tyson and Oscar start laughing, and the phone rings)

 

Tyson: oh crap! Don’t pick up!

 

(the phone rings and the answering machine picks up)

 

answering machine: hello….may I speak to the head of the house? Hello? Hello? Hell-

 

(the answering machine cuts the guy off)

 

Tyson: haha

 

Evander (growling): this is getting really boring…

 

(Tyson, Evander and Oscar all fart a really stinky fart and pass out)

(end)