Breaking the Habit

Oh my god, I gained like two pounds over the holidays I’m so fat! SHUT UP! -What’s up with the celery? -Oh, my New Year’s resolution is to eat healthier. And to get potty trained. -What? Potty trained..? -Oh, what what? Oh, yeah, potty trained. Yeah. Well, what’s your- what’s your New Year’s resolution, huh? To stop picking your nose? -Well… Yeah. (Ian chuckles) At least I don’t crap my pants! -Well, you-, well- Shut up! (Doorbell rings) It’s my mom! Back off! Hey, you’re not my mom! -Ian, I want you to meet Steve. S: Hey Ian, nice to meet you. -Steve specializes in nose-picking addiction. S: That’s right, and we should get started right away. -Can’t wait for you to help me break my addiction. S: Yeah, I can’t wait either- WHAT are you doing?! I don’t want any of that here, or anywhere. -‘kay… S: No, no, just curl that finger in. Oh, we’re gonna do this the hard way. Outside, right now! Do I really have to wear this thing? (Steve over megaphone) Don’t question my training regimen! Run, right now. Run, don’t pick your nose. Run run run run run Don’t pick your nose, don’t pick your nose. Run run run run run run ruuun (Asian-themed ringtone plays) Oh, what’s this? Be right back, Anthony. (in crappy Asian accent) Herro, Kim Jong Il, you how are you? K: (Aggressive Asian accent) Hello Steve-chen! How is our plan coming along? S: Oh, it going on very good! Once I get gun tomorrow, those pesky kids will be out of our way! K: Excellent. S: Uh, permission to speak freely sir? K: What you want?! S: Uh, why are we building nuclear bomb in house instead of some where more secret? :/ K: Because! Wow, that guy is dick! K: WHAT?! S: Uh, I mean I love you buh-bye! (still doesn’t hang up) S: Come on, come on! (Dice rolling) S: I got Park Place! In your face! (Steve chuckles) -Hey! How come you’re playing without me? -What? I thought you didn’t like this game. -I don’t. But I mean the least you could’ve done was ask, right? S: My, my, is that a diaper you’re wearing? -Well, my my isn’t that a stupid face you’re wearing?! (Ian cries while running away) (Asian themed ringtone plays) S: Uh, my mother’s calling, uh Do not cheat, Okay? Mmm. K: Have you gotten rid of them yet? S: No, Kim Jong. I don’t know if I could do it anymore! K: You must do it!! Or our plan will fail!! S: I know! But, I kinda grow to like them! Well, except for Ian, cuz he’s kind of annoying and smells like baby poopoo! But Anthony a real cool guy! Like right now we’re playing Monopoly and I learned the joys of capitalism! K: Shut up right now! You must do it! Or I’ll kill your famiry! YOUR FAMIRRY! S: (faintly) No! K: Think about it, Steve. Bye. Love you. (in distance) Ian: Stop it, mommy! Ian’s Mom: Quit squirming around! Ian: I can do it myself, mommy! -What the hell?! Ian: AHHHHHH!!! A: AHHHHHHH!!! I: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! A: AHH! (slams door) (panting traumatically) (Doorbell rings) -I’ll get it! You didn’t see anything, got it? Good. Mailman: How you doing? I: Hey… -You just sign here for this plutonium bomb. O-O -Uhhhh… Anthony did you order a… plutonium bomb? -What? No. S: I believe that is mine. M: Oh. Here you go S: Thank you. A: Steve! I took that thing off my neck, and I don’t feel like picking my nose anymore! Thanks so much Steve. You’re the best friend ever! Narrator: And what happened then? Well in Whoville they say, that Steve’s small heart grew three sizes that day. S: You know what Anthony let’s go get some ice cream! A: Okay, can Ian come? Ian: (lightly) Please? S: No! He smells like s**t! But you can come. M: I like ice cream! (skips away) I: (pouting and crying) DANGIT! I WANTED ICE CREAAAMMM! MOMMY! Ian’s Mom: What’s the matter honey? Ooh, what’s this? Is this an early Mother’s Day gift? (shakes aggresively) -No mom, no THAT’S A BOMB!!! (nuclear explosion) Hey uh, Anthony, did you order a PLUTONIUM BOMB?!

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  1. Think about it Steve…bye….I love you ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

  2. Probably the most classic video ever since the first time I watched this. True, I was a preteen while this happened, so this brought me odes of joy

  3. ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฆด๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅ™๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿง๐Ÿฐ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿตโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ…๐Ÿต๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽ–๐ŸŽ ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ‘๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿž๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ“ฑโŒš๏ธ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ–ผ๐Ÿงธ๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ“ฏโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ’”โฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ÿ

  4. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜“

  5. Don't say my my hair Saturday player wearing because I still wear diapers too and I'm already already 6 years old

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