drunk bengalberries in space

[the chris henry crib- a phone rings]

henry: yo
thurman: duh, i'm off the team.
henry: it's cool bro, this bengalberry has a plan.
thurman: duh, plan?
henry: we gonna apply to NASA! they party all the time at NASA!
thurman: der, yeah! i'll come pick you up!
henry: bring the 40s.

[click]

blogger's note: in an effort to keep this blog rated G, certain flamboyant language was omitted from this *not so* fictitious conversation.