Gummo Page #4

He always used to say...

Roy Orbison

liked to shoot at things.

Roy always wore

these dark sunglasses.

My brother always wore

the same kind of sunglasses.

He sang that song ''Crying.''

You know that song?

What?

That song ''Crying.''

Cryin'

Over you

Cryin'

Over you

My brother

used to sing ''Crying.''

Where is he now?

My brother?

He's in the big city.

He took off in a bus.

He was a queer.

He's a queer now.

Your brother is?

Yeah. He dressed like ladies.

He wore skirts and lipsticks.

He wore stockings, eyeliner.

He even has b*obs.

Girl?

Pretty much.

Was he pretty?

l don't know. l guess so.

l guess he was pretty.

Pretty enough

to have a boyfriend.

Cops

will frickin' catch your ass.

F*** the cops!

l know, man.

Cops can kiss my ass.

All they are is a**holes.

l know, man.

What's the matter with them?

They mad 'cause

we get more p*ssy than they do?

Damn you, rabbit!

You smell like f***in' piss!

You can kiss my ass!

l hate the goddamned rabbit.

F***in' rabbit!

Kill his ass!

l don't like rabbits

comin' to my f***in' house.

l kill them.

l got 'im.

-No, you didn't!

-Yes, l did!

He looks like a queer rabbit!

All queer!

That fag! He can kiss my ass!

Rabbits are queers!

They always got to sh*t

on themselves!

Ah, those little queer-ass

rabbits.

Hey, look at these little fag

bunny ears.

F***in' rabbit.

l'm sick and tired of it.

-This shitty-ass rabbit stinks!

-l know.

He smells like p*ssy!

He smells like an a**hole!

Hey, motherf***er!

Smells like wetback dick!

They smell like

a pound of bullshit!

ls it dead?

l don't know,

but l'm gonna make sure.

-l wonder if he's dead.

-Got some big-ass nostrils.

Hate f***in' rabbits.

l wonder if he's got any money.

Check his pockets.

Don't even got

that much meat on him.

Got too much grease on my gun.

-That rabbit can kiss my ass.

-Come on, let's go, man.

Who gives a sh*t about rabbits?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P

Q, R, S, T, U, V

W, X, and Y and Z

Now l know my ABCs

Next time,

won't you sing with me?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P

Q, R, S, T, U, V

W, X, and Y and Z

-Ellen, how you doing?

-Hey.

What's up with you?

You good?

He got a haircut.

He looks pretty.

His thighs are getting stronger.

Eddie!

Hi, Dot. Hi, Helen.

My backhand really sucks.

-No, it doesn't.

-Yeah, it does.

l think your playing

looks much better.

l got second

in the tournament last week.

-Really?

-Yep. My serve got faster.

lncreased by eight percent.

l can hit a ball

up to sixty-five miles an hour.

You got that way

from practicin'?

No. l got this thing

called A.D.D.

lt's an attention disorder.

lt affects the nervous system.

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