68 Kill

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What the f*** you staring at?

You.

You're so beautiful, Liza.

Good.

At least I got something

going for me.

Oh, god.

You feeling okay, baby?

What's that supposed to mean?

Me and you were pretty

drunk last night.

I'm f***ing fine, chip.

Except for the fact

that rent's due.

That means I got to go

see the fat f*** today.

- What's your problem?

- Hmm?

You look like someone

sh*t in your cereal.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know.

I just hate thinking

about you being with Ken.

Yeah, well, imagine

having to actually do it.

How else we're gonna

make any money?

I work.

F***ing hell.

Come on.

Come on, it's not

a big deal, alright?

It's not a big deal.

He's just a sugar daddy

with a itty-bitty wiener

and a big old bank account.

The opposite of me.

Is that what you're saying?

Oh, well, you can always

grow your bank account.

Stop that. Stop that.

Forget about me and Ken,

okay? Don't mean sh*t.

Okay.

Oh, my god.

Does that hurt?

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah.

I was a bad girl

last night, wasn't I?

Yeah, you were a bad girl.

What did I, what did I do?

Did I do this?

That is how I got that.

Yeah.

Oh, you know

what I thought I did?

I thought I also

did... This.

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah?

I did all kinds of

terrible things, huh?

Terrible, terrible things

because I'm a..

I'm a bad f***ing girl.

Sh*t.

Hey, babe,

we got anything to eat?

I don't know, chip, did you

go to the grocery this week?

No.

Well, then I guess that

answers your question.

Hey, Clint, come on in.

- Chip, you about ready?

- Is it 9:
00 already?

I'm just going

to grab a shirt, be back.

Okay.

Okay.

I got to go, baby.

See you later.

Hey, Liza, you looking fine.

Yeah, Clint, I know.

- Alright, let's go.

- Alright.

Wait, hold on,

let me grab my wallet.

Come on, chip.

What, you ain't gonna lock up?

Nothing in there

worth taking, Clint.

Besides Liza's got the keys.

- A kept man, chip.

- You blame me?

- Look at her.

- I already did.

I got a better look

when she used to work

at the crafty beaver.

Well, she doesn't

work there anymore.

Problems with management.

- That's typical.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, one time my buddy

got a lap dance from her

and she pulled a knife on him

because he didn't tip enough.

He said she damn

near slashed his throat.

How long ya'll been dating?

Coming up on six months.

- No sh*t.

- Yes.

No, I heard she was

dating that Dane Erickson

back in January.

I guess that ain't true, huh?

Seeing how she was

with you and everything.

With milk like that,

no need to buy the cow.

You know what I'm saying?

You wouldn't know

by looking at her

but my Heather used to be

a hell of a piece of tail

until the pregnancies

wrecked her body

and then her face

followed after that...

Turn the pump, Clint.

You ain't got to worry

about that with Liza.

She don't strike me

as the motherly type.

She ain't about

to be tamed, chip.

I bet you she does everything.

Seems like the adventurous type.

Goddammit, Clint, what's the

deal with you today, man?

What do you mean?

I mean, you won't stop

talking about my girlfriend.

What are you trying to say?

I made a lot of mistakes

in my past

and each and every one

of those mistakes

can be blamed on one thing.

And you know what that is, boy?

- What is that?

- That sweet p*ssy.

It'll cloud a man's mind.

It'll have him doing sh*t

he ain't never dreamed of.

P*ssy used in the wrong

way will f*** a man up.

P*ssy used in the right way

ain't no better either.

There would be less people

in our prison systems

if it wasn't for p*ssy.

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