Let's Kill Grandpa This Christmas Page #3
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in all these little white lies.
So one day, I trailed the
bastard on the way to work.
this garden-level apartment.
Lights turn on.
He sits down, and some guy walks over
fingers through Carl's hair.
And then I look over and I see the sign.
Dr. Lipschitz, Cosmetic Surgeon.
Yeah, I caught the bastard, all right.
He was having hair implantation surgery.
- Carl has plugs?
- Yeah, don't you ever tell anyone.
- But he's got such great hair.
- Well, now you know why.
You got lovely old school charm.
- Don't bullshit me, Carl,
this place is a f***ing dump.
Hey, did you get a haircut or something?
Looks different.
- Oh, I started combing it different.
Does it look okay, or?
- Yeah, it's good, it's
a good look for you.
Let's get that fireplace cracking, Carl.
- How did you get away with it?
I mean, how did you tell
Jen you got laid off?
- Laid off, Carl, I volunteered.
I told my boss if it came down to mine
or someone else in my department's head
going on that chopping
block, let it be mine.
I obviously never told Jen that,
but that's how it all went down.
That's on the DL, by the way.
- Oh yeah, I'd never say anything.
- Carl, I'm gonna say
something right now that's,
it's a funny thing to say out loud.
And I'm only admitting
to it because I know
that you'd never say
anything to the wifeys.
- Of course not.
- I've been having all
about what it might be
like to euthanize Grandpa.
What?
- Don't bullshit me, Carl.
I know you've been having them, too.
You got that 2.2 mill
coming down the pipe.
Let's think, that longevity
on that side of the family.
Come on, new hip here,
heart surgery there.
Putting him in a f***ing home?
Carl, that leaves your inheritance
like it's a blue plate special.
And you're telling me you
haven't had any dreams?
- What?
- Come on, Carl, we're fantasizing.
In my fantasy,
I usually get him with a little rat poison
in his prune juice.
It's the least detectable.
I mean, not that they'd
ever do an autopsy.
They rarely do on the elderly.
They just assume they go
out on their own accord.
So what about you?
How have you been getting?
- I, uh, I can't believe
I'm telling you this.
I pushed him down the stairs.
- Nice.
No fingerprints, smart.
What else?
- I suffocate him with his pillow.
- You animal.
- Oh, and I bludgeon him with an anvil.
Is that cliche?
Carl, you're a scary guy,
you're scaring me.
- You're a crazy guy.
- It's fun talking about
stuff like this, isn't it?
It's fun to fantasize.
- It's sick is what it is.
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