Ken Park Page #2

Yeah.

Now that feels good.

Take my pants off.

It's really wet.

Take my panties off.

Slow, Shawn.

Yeah, that's it.

Just like that.

That's it, nice and slow.

Yeah, just right there.

Go just a little faster.

Yeah,

that's it, right there.

Move with my hips, come on.

There you go.

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

That's a good boy, Shawn.

That's a good boy.

Oh my God.

Keep licking.

-ls this the best spot?

-What are you doing?

Put your head back down!

Shawn, Shawn...

Come here.

It's okay.

Be careful. Don't cut me.

-How close do you want me to get?

-Get all the way down.

But be careful. No hurting.

Damn, Claude!

Sorry, sorry.

-You're getting to close to my skin.

-Sorry, sorry.

-Okay, ready for the big one?

-Yeah.

Here it comes.

Look how big this is!

Look at how big it is!

Gross, get it off me!

-Look how big it is. Look at it.

-I see it.

-Look at it.

-I'm looking at it.

Big toe.

You cut my toes all up.

What do you want me to cut them

back and paint them red?

Go pick up the nails.

-You missed one right there.

-Where?

Right there.

-Where?

-Over there,

by the leg of the table we eat on.

Help me.

All right, careful.

-My big, strong boy.

-Come on.

Hey, watch the cigarette.

Watch it.

-Want abeer?

-No, thanks.

F***!

Holy sh*t! I don't believe

you broke my f***ing board!

-You broke my f***ing board!

-Shut the f*** up, stop screaming.

It's a f***ing bullshit toy, not

a sport. You're wasting your time.

Why'd you have to break

my f***ing board?

-I just told you, I don't want...

-F*** you!

F*** you!

I don't want to see that f***ing

thing. You look like sh*t on it.

It's too load, it disturbs the whole

neighborhood. Your mother hates it.

-I'm sick of this f***ing sh*t.

-I'm sick of your sh*t!

F***!

F*** you!

Who the f*** do you think you are?

I don't want that thing here. If I

see a new one, I'll break it too.

You wanna play, I'll throw the ball

with you or something.

Yeah, we'll throw the ball.

You get back here.

Come on, hit me again.

You want another one?

-How's that, sweet boy?

-Okay, I'm going in the house now.

You don't want to play a**hole

with me, you'll lose every time.

I made you a ham sandwich.

No, thank you, sir.

I'm really not hungry.

The ham, I just bought it, it's

fresh. Put some meat on those bones.

-Here, take my seat.

-No.

That's the way he eats.

Peaches.

In the name of the Father,

the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen.

Bless us, oh Lord, for these thy

gift which we are about to receive

from thy bounty

through Christ our Lord, amen.

How are you feeling, Curtis?

Fine.

How did it go at the dentist?

The dentist?

Peaches said you were having

problems with your teeth.

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