A Dirty Shame Page #2

All l can do

is pass the gift.

Huh?

You're a sex addict now

and you'll never be the same.

Ooh-aah--!

There you go.

All better?

Oh, thank you so much.

l don't know

what came over me.

Well, you recognized the concussion

and there's no going back now.

l'm gonna give you

my card.

Sex addicts

are everywhere, Sylvia,

and pretty soon,

Harford Road will be ours.

Oh, hey, hold on.

Ray Ray

is a sexual healer.

Come visit us,

Sylvia.

Your people

are waiting.

Olh

One day we're going

to discover a brand new sex act,

one that's never

been performed before.

And we hope you'll be

with us on that day of carnal rapture.

Ooo

Alh

P*ssy, ooh...

Sore, wet, ooh...

My pussycat was scratching out

on my back door...

...Scratched so long

poor p*ssy got sore

Sore p*ssy, ooh...

Sore... p*ssy... ooh

Just a friendly

little cat

Friendly little cat

My pussycat

was sitting out on the front step

Sat so long poor p*ssy got wet,

sore p*ssy.

Hello, Mrs. Stickles.

Oh boy, am l blushing?

Everyone is familiar with

the traditional forms of pornography.

But the lnternet

is creating new forms--

- You going to the movies, Dave?

- Huh?

Hell, you're picking

your seat, aren't you?

Dykes!

Used to be Harford Road

was for families.

Now it's

a lesbian aorta.

Mother,

l don't feel well.

Well, no wonder,

they've got blatant homosexuals

shopping right in our store.

They eat life,

you know.

- Jesus!

- Sperm!

Did you see those

new neighbors moving in?

Hmm? Grown men with

hairy legs prancing around half naked--

''We're bears.'' what the hell is that

supposed to mean?

Free country,

Big Ethel.

Yeah well, we got laws

to protect decency.

And it would

be nice

if somebody enforced them.

Well, as my mother

used to say--

'''Each to their own,' said the old lady

as she kissed the cow.''

Perverts are taking over

this neighborhood.

Ugh! Mr. Mailman,

as of next week,

we're not carrying

the girlie magazines no more.

That's a shame.

Makes me sick to see government

employees looking at that filth, Marge.

And on taxpayers' time yet.

That's why the mail's late.

Yeah, and the post office has the nerve

to raise the price of a stamp.

While mailmen are

beating off everywhere.

l found a used condom

in my back yard.

You think that's bad?

Somebody wrote

the word ''boner''

on our parking lot wall

last night.

We've got to do something,

Marge.

People have got to know

how bad things are getting.

No wonder l've got

to take heart pills.

l read in the paper

the other day

that the average married couple has sex

over 100 times a year.

That's a lie.

People would be raw if that was true.

l'll be at your meeting all right,

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