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(Heavy panting)

Well, that was fun.

Amy, you all right?

I don't know.

What's up?

I think I just thought that I would be more like the focal point?

Huh.

Were you not the focal point?

No, no, definitely not.

Like, I just-- it never even occurred to me

that you would be penetrating Phil.

Did I do that?

- Are you sure? - Yes, yes.

I thought you felt comfortable with Phil.

I do. I usually do.

Phil...

Look, you've been our pharmacist, how long, three years, okay?

We move closer to another CVS.

I said, "Let's stick with Phil", didn't I, okay?

She did.

Maybe I'm being over sensitive but God,

I don't think so, I don't think so.

What's the problem, Amy?

I had an orgasm, probably the biggest one I've ever had in my life.

You Phil?

I didn't.

I didn't even come close.

Nobody touched me.

I went to the bathroom at one point.

You guys didn't even realize...

No, it's too late, Phil.

I just wish you hadn't been yelling,

"This feels so right."

Okay, how do you know I wasn't talking about you?

This feels so right with you, Phil!

Phil, Phil, Phil!

I'm penetrating Phil!

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I'll tell you something.

Men are not good at planning.

Can we just agree on that?

I've learned that.

They are not good at planning unless...

it's for a threesome, right?

Then they become (bleep) event planners.

I'm like, why are you wearing a headset

and holding a clipboard, um...

Is that the "Braveheart" soundtrack?

Dylan, great job on the

"30 Ways to Know You're 20 Pounds Overweight" article.

I heard most girls were crying by number seven.

All right, next order of shizz,

We're still 80 tips away from being done with 500 hottest sex tips.

Start pitching.

What if, while you're going down on him you take a feather

and you gently tickle the space behind his balls?

Hunter, it's sex tips to drive him wild, not drive him mild.

(laughing)

That's hilarious, did you guys hear what I said?

(all laughing)

Okay, write that down.

Actually, just put it right on the blog.

I don't want people to have to wait for that.

Okay, Lenore, go.

So you dress like a Boy Scout

but only from the bottom down

and then you sit on his knee and queef.

Interesting, I like it... more.

Take a five-hour energy

and pour it inside your vagina

right before you have sex.

Where's your office?

I'm moving it closer to mine.

Spin me around.

What if you take a pumice stone

and you hold it over an open flame for like an hour

and then you gently grate it up and down his shaft?

Wow, love it.

Okay, guys, we need 75 more and don't be lazy.

So far, the pumice stone's my favorite.

You put his penis in a glory hole.

You begin to stroke it.

You take a mouthful of (bleep)

from his three best friends

and then you shoot it in his face until he explodes?

Hmm...

What about a sawed-off shotgun?

You could take it and rub it up and down his neck

till he's super hard.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Bridgett.

You look like a sad emoticon.

Give me something.

Okay, okay, how 'bout this.

You fall in love with a stockbroker,

you know because it really seems like he wants to get married.

And then you're together at the

Chipotle and his friends from work show up,

and he pretends like you're bussin' the table.

So what do you do?

You pick up his basket, you clear his table.

You wipe it and you say,

"Can I get you anything else?"

And you know what he says?

He says, "Yeah, could you freshen our drinks?"

So you freshen everybody's drinks.

And you go back into the kitchen.

You take somebody's card, you clock out,

you go home and then what do you do?

You pour yourself a bottle of Chardonnay and you sit on the toilet

and then you start playing Words With Friends with Lenore.

And then you just go and you get into bed...

And then he explodes.

What's happening over here?

What's happening in this section?

Bridgett is going through a breakup.

You don't know what I'm going through.

Okay, she's a ticking time bomb.

Somebody top her off.

I'm not hearing sex tips.

What, are we hanging out-- are you guys my friends?

No.

So you wait till he finds out his dad's

been diagnosed with prostate cancer.

Then, while he's crying, you put one finger--

two fingers up his butt...

until he explodes?

I have one.

Make eye contact?

You're a (bleep), fan me.

How' bout, go to Trader Joe's, and buy an Amy's frozen Indian dinner.

Then smear it all over his genitals in slow circles clockwise...

and then counter clockwise.

I tried that...

and it works.

Okay.

You're fired.

That eye contact thing was ridic-- get out.

Guys, this article is gonna cause a baby boom.

We're doing God's work.

2,000 men are suing "Glamo" Magazine for emotional damages

claiming their sex tips

are at least partially responsible for the fact

that they were bizarrely raped by their girlfriends.

(anchorman) We spoke to one of the plaintiffs.

I came here today because I don't want anyone

to ever have to go through what I went through.

I bet you guys didn't know that you can, uh,

fit a Hanukkah candle in your pee-hole.

Well, guess what "Glamo" Magazine, you can't.

Now I have to piss in a bag.

What's your best sex tip?

I'm Taurus so I'm kind of a sensual lover so I'm, you know...

I'm very passionate.

Did you guys just hear that?

My underwear just fell off.

Do you have any good sex tips?

Biting.

Biting is good.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

G-Spot, very important.

Poke the fingers.

You gotta work the G-Spot.

Like "come over here..."

It's important, yes.

I'll take the check but I first wanna order something else first.

There are a lot of workshops you can take so...

- I know, but I'm so lazy. - Yeah.

What's your best sex tip?

I'd say flick your tongue very quickly.

If he's uncut and the skin covers the tip of the penis

when he withdraws the penis,

he becomes very sensitive so...

(laughing)

You know, men fake orgasms, did you know that?

Did you know that?

Probably not with you, you gorgeous... sunflower.

But with this tulip,

I'm sure everyone (bleep) you to completion, but this...

this petunia...

A guy faking an orgasm-- it's so funny.

I was dating this guy and, uh,

we were in New Orleans and we were wasted.

We were having sex and it was disgusting.

It was just like two seals batting at each other's...

Eh, just drunken hams high-fiving.

It was awful, and uh...

And he was obviously done with our shared experience

'cause he faked an orgasm.

And like, men, you're not allowed to fake it.

You're not allowed.

There's hard evidence if it doesn't happen.

I'm like, "Oh, do you (bleep) magic now?"

Wow, where is it?

You can't-- especially if it's your girlfriend.

Like, we know with the noises you make.

We don't know the faces you make,

because that's something you look at once by accident.

It's like looking into the sun.

You're like, "Ow, never again."

That was a one-time kind of mistake.

But we do, we know your noises.

So this guy, we're having gross sex,

and he lets out this fake weird noise

he's never made before, like...

"Bleuh..."

I'm like, "Is your dick haunted all of a sudden, that's amazing."

Welcome to "How Will This Relationship End."

The dating game show where two sexual women

guess how their relationship with three eligible bachelors might end.

Let's meet our contestants.

Amy, tell us a little bit about yourself.

Okay, um, well, I'm a--

I'm 31 years old.

I'm from Columbus, Ohio.

And I enjoy repeating the same mistakes

over and over again and never growing.

Fun.

Larissa, I understand you're from Indiana?

That's right and romantically, I do have a type

and that's anyone who reminds me of my dad.

Ho-ho, Papa, can you hear me?

(laughing)

Okay, let's play.

Here's our first bachelor.

Hi, my name's Brent.

I'm an accountant from Atlanta.

So Amy, how do you see this relationship ending?

Okay, uh, we'll go on three terrible dates

and, uh, he'll make me order appetizers as entrees

and even though I'm mildly disgusted by him

it'll bother me that I never hear from him again.

I could believe that.

Larissa.

Uh, I think we'd probably go out for about two months.

And then I would discover that he writes movie reviews

for a white supremacist website.

Let's see what Brent has to say.

My favorite movie was "Lincoln".

I thought Daniel Day-Lewis was incredible as that war criminal.

Perfect ending.

- Larissa, you're on the board. - Whoo!

Let's meet our next bachelor.

Hey, my name is Ryan.

I'm from the Bronx and I work at Fill-a-Bear.

A lot of people mishear that as Build-a-Bear.

But Fill-a-Bear is different.

See I empty out old Teddy Bears

and then I sell the carcasses to Build-a-Bear.

Larissa.

Well, first of all, I will fall in love with Brent

because he looks like my dad,

uh, which will cause me to turn into a hoarder like my mother...

Ten seconds Larissa.

Oh, uh, and then, uh, we'll have a huge fight one day

when he throws out one of my treasures,

an umbrella that says Advil on it

and then he walks out of my life forever and I call my dad...

(buzzer)

Amy.

Okay, after dating for about six months

I accidentally get pregnant

and even though we're not really together anymore

he won't let me get an abortion?

(bell dinging)

Good answer.

Well, let's see what Ryan has to say.

I would never pay child support.

But I'm strongly pro-life.

Don't argue with me 'cause I'm not smart enough to defend my position.

Yankees rule.

- Amy, you nailed it. - Nice.

Let's check out our final bachelor.

I work at the Apple Genius Bar.

Amy, how do you see this ending?

Okay, um, I think I've got this one, Tom.

We'll date for about eight months

and then I'll open a folder on his desktop labeled football stuff

and find 400 photos of Daniel Radcliffe.

(bell dinging)

Amy, I'm gonna stop you right there.

You're absolutely right.

Yes, yes, yes.

It's happened a lot.

I'm gay.

Congratulations, Amy, you win.

Nice!

Join us next week for another episode of "How..."

Hey, dad, it's me.

Well, I lost just like you said I would.

Yeah, I can call you back later.

(narrator) And now the epic finale of "Love Tub".

The two remaining bachelorettes

prepare for their final date with Ben.

I just really wish we didn't have to go on

this last date as a threesome.

There's enough of him to go around.

I just don't like to share Ben with anyone.

When I just said that,

I mean, I'm talking about... his dick.

Oh.

I was like, so it's... uh-ya-ya-ya-ya, ding.

(groaning) ding!

Like, corn, like eating corn and a typewriter.

You guys slept together already?

No, no.

I mean, yeah, like what do you consider sleeping together?

It's like, you know, who cares?

I mean, isn't that what this show is, like, what--

I just want to start off our last night with a toast

to the two most beautiful...

You know what, I'm like not in a champagne mood, I'm sorry.

Like, can I just get a cranberry vodka?

I'm like more than flirting with a yeast right now.

Like when I pee it's like somebody's blowing glass down there.

Thank you, cool.

Coolio, you're the best.

Okay, go, yeah-yeah-yeah,

this is about you, not us--

To the two most beautiful classy women.

I'm so thankful I've had the chance to go on this journey with you both.

- So cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers, queers.

(shattering)

Sorry, sorry-sorry- sorry-sorry,

like, not totally my fault. I'm sorry...

My hands are now like little paws, they're like...

Whoa... so...

But seriously, can I just get one more of those,

like, but like, vodka.

We're all adults so.

Tonight, I have an incredibly hard decision to make

about who I want to escort into the Love Tub, so...

Like, when is it lice?

Like leg-wise.

Oh, Amy, you have... an amazing spirit.

I'd never even heard of the game leaky submarine until I met you.

- What's leaky submarine? - He plugs all my holes.

I thought I'd ask you both about your dreams for the future.

My dream for the future is

right now if somebody brings us curly fries, right?

It's like, that'd be good, just soak up all the booze.

We're just like drinking and it's like, ugh, perfect storm.

Tiffany, if I ask you to join me in the Love Tub

would you be willing to move to Utah to start our lives together?

Yes, I grew up around horses.

When I ride I feel like I'm flying.

Amy...

Moving on.

Tiffany, what do you think is the secret to a lasting relationship?

My parents have been married for over 40 years

and they taught me that the key ingredients are trust and respect.

That's so beautiful.

What do you think Amy?

Okay well I think I'm--

maybe I may have told you this at one point, but...

I dated this guy Ricky for like... five months, okay?

Real piece of (bleep).

He was like my dealer and then he wasn't and then he was.

La, la, la.

He made out with my sister...

She's a slut.

She would be like amazing on this show.

If they're doing the next one.

(Exhaling)

Tiffany, Amy, I've never had to make a harder choice.

- You are both-- - I'm sorry.

Do we actually order curly fries

or where do we stand with that whole situation right now?

Whoo.

Okay, they have the fries.

They're just not bringing 'em because we're filming.

Like, no one cares, it's fine.

Like, it's fine, it's fine?

It's fine.

I've made my decision.

Tiffany...

would you please join me in the Love Tub?

Yes.

Yeah.

(laughing)

Congratulations.

Are we going to see Ben right now?

(man) No, Ben's in the Love Tub with Tiffany.

He chose her.

Yeah right, he chose her.

He would never choose her, she's a--

She's a bitch.

She's dumb.

She looks like-- one time, this lady,

I was like, eww, oh, Tiffany, you're so... ew.

Can somebody hold my hair?

Okay, guys, I'm--

I know I said some bad things about you but please hold my hair.

(retching)

(Amy) I'm okay.

Okay, I am super excited.

You guys were amazing.

I'm so proud to be bringing up the final act.

She's my good friend and we are on the road now together.

We get to travel together.

You know who she is.

She is incredible.

My friend, my hero, Bridget Everett.

I know a lot of you look up here.

You say there's a woman that's really got her (bleep) together.

I get it, you know.

Great tits, nice trim ankles, voice of an angel.

But if I'm being honest, you know, I got some problems.

There was a time when I went through what I'd like to call

a transitional phase, you know?

Back in the '80s, my nipples came in.

Not my titties, but my nipples.

My brothers went around school

and they got everybody to call me little nippy-titty,

little nippy-titty, little nippy-titty,

little nippy-titty.

My mom said, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Nothing."

And then she sat down next to me.

She put her hand down the back of my pants,

not in a (bleep)-up way

but just 'cause I got real soft skin, you know?

She said, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Well, Brock and Brian got everybody at school

calling me little nippy-titty.

You know what she said?

You wanna know what she said?

Ooh, don't you cry

And she said, "Come with me.

Let's have a drink."

Hit the track.

She said Bridget...

(cheering)

She said Bridget, you're a woman now.

You gotta stand tall and be proud of what your mama gave you.

Do you hear me?

You got them

little nippy titties

Put 'em in the air

She got them tube

sock titties

She put 'em in the air

I got these beaver

tail titties

I put 'em in the air

Put 'em up, put

'em up, put 'em up

You got them

low riding titties

Put 'em in the air

You got them cracker

jack titties

Put 'em in the air

You got them rubber

duckie titties

Put 'em in the air

Put 'em up, put 'em up,

put 'em up

You got them (bleep) me

little titties, yeah

Put 'em in the air

You got them meatball

titties, ow

Put 'em in the air

You got them health

insurance titties

Put 'em in the air

Put 'em up, put 'em up,

put 'em up

And then we bounce,

bounce, bounce

We bounce, bounce, bounce

We bounce, bounce, bounce

You bounce, bounce, bounce

You got them

slingshot titties

Put 'em in the air

You got them

big mama titties

Put 'em in the air

You got them slip'n'slide

titties, ow

Put 'em in the air

Put 'em up, put 'em up,

put 'em up

You got them ugly

sweater titties

Put 'em in the air

You got them mama's

girl titties

Put 'em in the air

You got them Nurse Jackie

titties-- I don't know

Put 'em in the air

Put 'em up, put 'em up,

put 'em up

And then we bounce,

bounce, bounce

We bounce, bounce, bounce

We bounce, bounce, bounce

We bounce, bounce, bounce

You got them triple

brand peach pit

Jersey girl titties

Wolfman Jack, caveman,

lumberjack titties

(bleep) eatin', fire hose,

slipshot, titties

Put 'em up, put 'em up,

put 'em up

And then we

(cheering and applause)

You guys, we did it!

It's like Cancun.

Triplicate.

Oh!

(laughing)

(man) Cut.

(woman) So easy.

(man) Mmm, magic.

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