The audio is poor, but the fragmented parts that I can make out go like this:
I’m The blog monitor-san. The stunts in this show were performed by professionals, so for your safety and the protection of those around you, do not attempt any of the stunts you're about to see.
I'm Sydney Carton-san, and welcome to "Super Colossal Jackass"!
I'm Dingo-san, and I'm about to get the shit kicked out of me by this bottle contraption.
I guess I don't have any last words. I'm just gonna kill myself once I lose my wiener.
I think I'm a little concussed.
I'm OB and I'm a complete fucking idiot.
This isn't gonna work Puttzle-san!
I shit my pants.
That has bad news written all over it, Murphy-san.
I could sure go for a Miller High Life.
You're a nice man. Would you like to come over for a rice dinner?
I'm not too excited about this stunt, it's not my favorite I've ever done, because there's a toy car in my butt in addition to these bottles strapped on my back.
Is Wednesday getting that beer?
Dr. Ralph, now you're getting crazy with this shit. He's starting to lose it! Jesus Christ! I need toilet paper!
That's the scariest fucking thing I ever saw!
I can't believe he got that far!
I done fell and busted my ass, that's what's fuckin' wrong!
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Translation, please.
It's all in the hips.
It's all in the hips.
It's all in the hips.
It's all in the hips.
It's all in the hips.
It's all in the hips.
The audio is poor, but the fragmented parts that I can make out go like this:
I’m The blog monitor-san. The stunts in this show were performed by professionals, so for your safety and the protection of those around you, do not attempt any of the stunts you're about to see.
I'm Sydney Carton-san, and welcome to "Super Colossal Jackass"!
I'm Dingo-san, and I'm about to get the shit kicked out of me by this bottle contraption.
I guess I don't have any last words. I'm just gonna kill myself once I lose my wiener.
I think I'm a little concussed.
I'm OB and I'm a complete fucking idiot.
This isn't gonna work Puttzle-san!
I shit my pants.
That has bad news written all over it, Murphy-san.
I could sure go for a Miller High Life.
You're a nice man. Would you like to come over for a rice dinner?
I'm not too excited about this stunt, it's not my favorite I've ever done, because there's a toy car in my butt in addition to these bottles strapped on my back.
Is Wednesday getting that beer?
Dr. Ralph, now you're getting crazy with this shit. He's starting to lose it! Jesus Christ! I need toilet paper!
That's the scariest fucking thing I ever saw!
I can't believe he got that far!
I done fell and busted my ass, that's what's fuckin' wrong!
I am so glad I turned this idea down.
Oregottoe translator-san.
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