Name: How The Bobo Ruined Christmas! | Bad Friends Clips
Uploaded: 2020-12-24T17:00:31.000Z
Description: Watch the stand-up comedy video 'How The Bobo Ruined Christmas! | Bad Friends Clips' from Bad Friends Clips on Comedy Buff. Published 2020-12-24. Transcript available.

Watch the stand-up comedy video 'How The Bobo Ruined Christmas! | Bad Friends Clips' from Bad Friends Clips on Comedy Buff. Published 2020-12-24. Transcript available.

Ho ho ho. Hi boys and girls. Vengan, vengan. Les voy a contar una historia de
navidad.
It's time for a Christmas tale. How the bubble ruined Christmas.
It was the day before Christmas, right here in L.A. The people delighted, each
in their own way.
Faces were smiling. Stop, stop. Stop it. This is terrible. Andres, they're
never going to understand you.
You're too fancy, B. Scoot over. Scoot over. Move. Fine. Move.
It was the day before Christmas, right here in L.A. The people delighted, each
in their own way.
Faces were smiling, and joy filled the air, excited for gifts that they ordered
this year.
The people in town were filled with glee, all except one. Who could it be?
In the hills of Hollywood, tucked just behind the sign, stood a mountain of boogers,
a stockpile of slime.
Atop booger mountain, overlooking L.A., lived a mean yellow creature, in his
gross booger cave.
Grumpy and cranky from gaming all night, he peered down on the city. He hated
the sight.
He was so sick of Christmas, so tired of it. For 49 years, he dealt with this
shit.
The festivities, the songs, they're all just so lame. It's that jerk, Santo. He
was to blame.
He must ruin Christmas, he thought to himself. He must ruin Christmas.
But how, Bobo? How?
He then had an idea, so vile and so mean.
He'd give this crap town something special indeed.
Quickly, he jumped in his ramshackled van. He raced down to the city with a
horrible plan.
At every house, pad, and condo, on each and every floor,
the Bobo White Boogers on gifts at their doors.
When the townfolks checked on their presents that night,
they were greeted with a disgustingly horrible sight.
Quickly, they opened their Santo Claus app to leave their reviews.
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.
Back on the north side at the Christmas workshop,
Santo's business was booming and growing non-stop.
His orders were filled and delivered on time.
Suck on it, Bezos. This holiday's mine.
With peace of mind, without disconcert,
suddenly his phone rang out.
Red alert. Red alert.
Christmas spirit was plummeting as fast as it could.
Someone in Hollywood was up to no good.
Santo was enraged. How could this happen?
Quickly, he dispatched his red elf assassin.
Rudolph the Red Blade boarded a plane.
She flew to Los Angeles to investigate.
Down Hollywood Boulevard and all over town,
disgusting green boogers were left all around.
Rudolph the Ninja leapt through the streets,
searching for traces of the boogery fiend.
She found where he lurked, yet he was not there.
In the distance, she could see the Bobo's green lair.
Of course, Booger Mountain, overlooking L.A.,
where the mean Bobo lives in his gross booger cave.
Rudolph the Ninja snuck in with stealth,
where Bobo was playing video games all by himself.
She snuck, and she slunk, and she crept up behind.
Placed her blade to his throat, grabbed her phone, and she dialed.
FaceTime connected, and Santo saw clear.
The Bobo was done for.
His life will end here.
Wait!
Santo cried out to stop Rudy's blade.
He knew something was wrong.
Just look at Bobo's face!
With tears in Bobo's eyes, Santo could see.
He wasn't mean at all.
He was sad and lonely.
Santo's temper and rage was calmed and subdued.
It was a miraculous thing.
His tender heart grew.
Release him, said Santo.
This Bobo's just sad.
Instead, we'll give him the best Christmas he's ever had.
The Bobo replied,
If I could have just one wish,
I've always wanted a friend to play my games with.
So upon Christmas morning, to Bobo's delight,
Santo stopped by the booger cave for a video game fight.
The Bobo was happy, but Santo was a noob.
Gaming was not something Santo could do.
And round after round, it was much of the same.
Santo got his ass whooped, game after game.
Santo had had enough, his temper irate.
This brutal assault he could no longer take.
That's it, you scumbag!
Santo screamed out.
The Bobo just laughed with a hollering shout.
Santo's heart shrank down to its regular size.
With a snap of his fingers, the Bobo met his demise.
Rudolph's red blade slashed down with such might.
Merry Christmas, you bastards.
And to all a bad night.
Ugh!