Dora Did What?!

Yet another drunk conversation.

Nobody remembers their drunk conversations, but Jebus, this one still gets me. I don't know how or why we started talking about Dora the Explorer. It was like, dafuq is going on here?! It wouldn't stop.

Rigby: That damn Map scared me as kid because he'd be yelling at me. I'm serious, man. He'd be like "I'm the Map, I'm the Map, I'm the MAAAAAP!" and I'd be like "Shit, niggah, okay. Damn." He scared me.

We looked at him like he was crazy. Scared of the Map. No. No. Just no. It's the kid. I mean, what the hell are you carrying around in your bag?! Why do you have shovel in your bag? You kill someone? What are you teaching my kid? Teaching them to kill?! Oh no. You're teaching them to swear in another language. Well? Are you? As Samuel L. Jackson says, "Speak English mother fucker!"

I speak 3 languages. English, bad English and really bad English. So don't be speaking another language around me, child. I know what you be doing. I see that monkey around here all the time. Better not be sleeping with it. You into beastiality? I don't think so! I will beat your butt with a paddle. Where your mama at? She know about this? What about your daddy? He know? Oh. My bad. I forgot. You're famous. Nobody cares that your head is shaped like football, your shirt is too short just like those shorts, you talk to inanimate objects, and your best friend is a monkey. Hmm...fuck logic. Well then.