The video continued with us playing the game and making complete idiots of ourselves.
"So we played a game." I said, looking at Mark.
"Yea, but then why is the video so long??" He asked, as we continued to watch.
"Jack, Jack, smile for the camera." Mark giggled, as he stuck his phone near my face.
"Augh! Stop ye dick!" I yelled, not taking my eyes off the screen.
"Heh Jack, you sound so Irish when you're drunk." Mark teased, pushing me a little, "Because as everyone knows, Irish people are drunk 24/7. That's why they sound the way the do."
"That's completely accurate. I'd say you sound so American when you're drunk, but you aren't holding a gun." I retorted, and we both laughed.
"That's racist!" Mark yelled, as we continued to laugh like dumb asses.
Mark took his turn playing the game, while I drunkenly tried to cheer him on.
When he got really far and died, I clapped and told him he did a great job anyways, and we high fived.
"Yea! That deserves a nipple touch!!!" I exclaimed.
"Yea it does!" He agreed, "Find the nipple, blululululu! Where is it??"
Mark and I started pointing our fingers at each other and wiggling them, as we got near our nipples.
"That stupid game." I laughed.
"Haha, we don't even have shirts on, what were we thinking??" Mark questioned, laughing with me.
We proceeded to watch the video until we started to say our outros.
"Ok we're done! Neither of us are making any progress, and I'm not restarting this shit over again so belch! Screw you game!" Mark whined and I giggled, "So, Thank you everybody so much for watching our stupidity! And-"
I cut him off, "If you liked this video, punch the like button in the face, LIKE A BOSS! And! High fives all around, wapssh, wapssh!!! Thank you-"
"And we'll see you..."
"IN THE NEXT VIDEO!!!" I screamed, as Mark waved.
"Buh-bye!"
