everywhere here. anthony: oh, jeez. it s a cock-alanche. darren: you could make a chess set out of them, though. anthony: really, my dick takes your schlong. now that s a little, that s darren: that s making a statement of some sort. anthony: yeah it is, it is. darren: all right, i m going to go for the sad one. and you re going for sort of anthony: sort of a rainbow. rainbow dick. i want to see this appearing on the budget by the way. darren: exactly, how do you write this off? do i add a little tip? anthony: can we have a bag? can i pass this along? i m not walking around with this. you know what i mean, i m holding two i feel like i m darren: so when are they tell me what they represent? anthony: uh, embarrassment. anthony: all this is the legacy of drukpa kunley a llama and holy man who lived 500 years ago, and spread the tenets of buddhism, along with the healthy skepticism for the institutions of power. supe: we are sitting just below the chi
anthony: yes, yes i have. you asked for it. darren: you chew up the green? anthony: ah jeez, just stepped into a fresh loaf of shit. right here, yeah that s good. darren: oh, jeez. that s a serious distance. anthony: the rules are simple. shoot your arrow the length of one and a half football fields, high in the air, in this case, across the east-west highway, all the way, hopefully, into a small target. anthony: good luck with that. you need a .50 caliber to hit that target. darren: i could barely see it flying through the air. can you see the arrows? anthony: no.