Desperate Living Page #2

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looking for us, you know.

We're going to camp out

here overnight.

Camp out? Not me.

Now you listen to me,

Miss Peggy Gravel.

You better calm yourself down...

before I haul off and smack you

upside your wide, wide head.

We killed your husband...

and I ain't your maid

anymore, b*tch.

I'm your sister in crime.

Please, don't sit on me.

Here come the honkers already.

OK, witches, up against the car.

Arms up on the car.

One false move...

and your head will be flying

through them trees.

What is this?

Are you kidding me?

Does it looking like

I'm kidding, Mau Mau?

Officer, I am an outpatient

from the hospital...

and I'm very prone

to anxiety attacks...

so please treat me

with therapeutic courtesy.

Ha! I know who you are.

There's an all-points bulletin

out for both of you.

You're Peggy Gravel,

and you killed your husband.

Why, that's preposterous.

We were about to have a picnic.

Don't give me that sh*t.

You were trying

to escape to Mortville.

I've never heard of

no town called Mortville.

Well, you should have.

You belong there.

It's a special town

for people like you two...

people who should be

so embarrassed...

by what they've done.

I just might let you

go there...

that is, if you cooperate.

What do we have to do for you,

Sheriff Sh*t Face?

Sit on that car hood.

You'll see.

I've got something

to show you first.

You like lingerie?

How do you like

these little numbers?

I sent away to 'em

from Frederick's.

They was expensive.

I love the feel of

cold nylon on my big butt.

Will you please stop it?

I have never found

the antics of deviants...

to be one bit amusing.

What I like best

is a French kiss...

when I'm all dressed.

Don't expect no kiss

from me, Liver Lips.

Take off your underpants.

Hand 'em over.

I knew cops was sick, but...

These are big ones.

A little plain for my taste.

Now... I think I'll slip 'em on.

How does that look?

Pretty sexy, huh?

Now how about that kiss?

If I kiss you,

will you let us go?

You bet.

I want a real wet one now.

Goddamn gum.

Now, that was a real soul kiss.

OK, Buster, you've had your fun.

Now, which way to Mortville?

I ain't through yet.

Mrs. Gravel...

I'd like to examine

your underpants.

I will not!

I thought you wanted

to go to Mortville.

They let killers

live there scot-free.

I have never been so mortified

in my entire life.

Here, Blossom.

That's more like it.

These are from Bloomingdales.

You've got good taste.

I think I'll try to fit

my big business into them.

They're tight,

but they sure feel good.

Now do I get

my little kiss kiss?

No! Please, not a kiss!

I swear I'll gag!

Mouth me if you must,

but not a kiss!

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