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Dialogo sopra: The midget pornstar

 “Yeah, and he loves midget porn”

“I absolutely do not!”

“Dude, shut up. Your favourite pornstar is a midget”

“She’s not a midget, fool”

“Wait, how do you know who his favourite pornstar is?”

“Nigga she’s over 5 feet tall, at least”

“So, she’s a tall midget. But she’s still a midget”

“Shut up dude. There’s no such thing as a tall midget”

“Yeah there is. You know Mountain guy from Game of Thrones?” 

“He’s a midget?”

“No dumbass, he’s a fucking HUGE normal person. So, it’s only possible that there are 5 feet tall midgets, equivalent to him in midget world.”

“But isn’t he like Icelandic or something? And everyone there is like 7 feet tall, man.”

“I wonder if the pipes match the building”

“What?”

 “It’s like if the carpets match the drapes. Except with size”

“Dude that’s gross”

“I knew you were a faggot.”

“I’m not, you morons. It was an honest curiosity…”

“Yeah, curiosity to suck a dick”

“Fuck you!”

“Nope”

“No thanks” 

“Assholes”

“Midget lover”

“SHE’S NOT A FUCKING MIDGET!”

“Wait, how do you know she’s a midget?”

“It’s those legs man, the proportions are fucked up. Her thighs are like huge, and her bone structure is all over the place.”

“It’s called being thick. Look it up sometimes.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I KNOW what a thick woman is. That is not thick. That’s a fucking midget.”

“And who made you the midget specialist?”

“The same guy who turned your ass into a midget loving faggot.”

“Asshole”

“Dude, I could show her picture to a midget specialist and he would tell you straightaway that she is a midget.”

“She. Is. Not. A. Midget! And there’s no such thing as a midget specialist. And I only like her because she has red hair.”

“Bullshit! Bull. Shit. She isn’t even a natural red head”

“Yes she is.”

“Dude her hair is fucking magenta! It’s fake as fuck”

“It’s red, you blind fuck”

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