A Guy Thing Page #5

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Nobody touch anything.|Don't disturb the crime scene.

This isn't a crime scene.

There's your culprit, Daddy.

It might be a raccoon.|I'll get my salt gun.

I'll check on Paul.|I hope he's feeling better.

Pretty exciting, huh?

Paul?

Yeah.

Paul, honey, it's Mom!

Did you eat something spicy?|You know how you get.

I got you in my sights.

How'd you like a little|rock salt up your ass?

Holy sh*t!

Are you all right?

I'm fine!

Honey, just let it come out.

Don't push so hard.

It's almost there.

- Oh, my God.|- It's bad.

What's going on up here?

- Paul's not feeling well.|- Stuck on the crapper?

Yeah! Do you think|I can get some...

...privacy, please?

Better.

How about some|peach cobbler, everybody?

I'd kill for some diarrhea.

I haven't had|a bowel movement in 14 days.

We'll see you guys in a bit.

- Better hide the silver.|- I'll walk you to your car.

I'm so disappointed|that you didn't see Paul.

I'll meet Paul later this week.

Definitely.|I'm so sorry about all this.

- Good night.|- Good night, Becky.

How are you feeling?

OK, I guess.|Is everyone gone?

You missed the whole party.

Too bad.|I'm starting to feel better.

It's better you get sick now|than on Saturday.

That's exactly right.

I just hope|it's out of my system now.

Typical. Forgot my purse.

Becky! Here he is!

This is Paul,|my husband-to-be.

Hi, Becky. Nice to meet you.

So nice to meet you, Paul.

I've heard so much about you.

All lies, I'm sure.

Probably.

You look so familiar.

I get that all the time.

Right?

- You do?|- Yeah.

I'll see you this weekend.

Can't wait. OK.

Nice to meet you.

So that's Cousin Becky?

Yeah.|She's gotten so weird.

No, that's mean.|She's so all over the place.

One week|she's working here...

the next week,|she's working there.

Now she's working at some|record store on Broad Street.

I do feel sorry for her, though.

How come?

Her ex-boyfriend, Ray Donovan.|What a psycho.

It's amazing how fragile|the human body is.

- Don't you think?|- Yes, sir.

Shut the f*** up!

Come on, Ray.|Guy just stole a doughnut.

That's where it starts, Ernie!

How you doing?

Well, hello, fellas.

Ray.

Special delivery.

That's a little disheartening.

No, no, no!

You did not sleep|with her cousin.

I didn't know|she was her cousin.

Why would you sleep with anyone?

When you have Karen,|who's so stunning...

and witty and delectable...

and has|those little dimples...

- Pete.|- What? You are a moron!

How is it? Is it smoking?

If you don't love it...

I have double-breasted white one|sitting on the runway.

Talk about a burning-hot look!

Ahmed, that's fine.|This is great.

- Thanks.|- Word.

Anyway, she was cool about it.

Was she drunk?

- What do you mean?|- Wait till she's drunk.

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