Excess Flesh Page #4

Oh my f***ing God,

are these short ribs?

You promised.

Oh, honey, look.

I'm sorry, I don't know

what came over me.

I can't control myself.

I'm exhausted.

It's probably why I'm being

such a crazy mega b*tch.

I'm sorry for it all.

Tomorrow, look, tomorrow I promise,

we'll sit down and talk everything out.

Everything?

Everything.

We'll have a nice meal and

I'll get a good bottle of wine.

And you can cook.

- Tomorrow.

- Prom, tomorrow.

I'm gonna crash. Goodnight.

Dear Neighbor,

I was so happy when you moved in.

I imagined shared morning

coffees and borrowing sugar.

I at least hoped,

that if we couldn't be friends,

we could be courteous neighbors,

but that has all changed.

You have changed, and it concerns me,

and not just because I live next door.

The party was an

obvious cry for help.

I mean, no offense,

but choose better friends.

I don't want to have

to call someone.

That's not the kind of friend

and neighbor I would want,

so that's not the kind

I'm going to be.

I mean, I know, you're

having a hard time.

I just wanted to send a little gift and

let you know we're thinking about you.

If you ever want to talk,

I am totally here for you.

Push the button.

Call me.

It's a cinch.

What up, Jilly Jill?

Damn.

Romantic.

Where have you been?

What the duck?

Oh, God.

That tastes like ass.

It's not fair

what you're doing to me.

We were gonna talk.

I need to talk.

I've been so patient.

Patient?

Don't you go talking to me

ever again about patience.

Patience is one of the seven deadly

sins of not having a f***ing life.

You'll never beat me.

Jill?

Jill.

The f***?!

What the f***, Jill?

What the f***?

We need to talk.

Told you.

You're not gonna get away

with this, you know.

Psycho b*tch.

Oh!

Let's talk.

Okay, what do you

want to talk about?

Don't tempt me.

We'll figure it all out.

Don't patronize me, Serio.

Don't you dare.

Oh.

Please stop.

I will help you.

Mm, still moist.

That's just cruel.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

La la-la la.

Such a perfect wedding.

You've really crossed the line.

What happened?

Don't go any farther.

You don't want any?

It's okay, it's more for me.

God, it's so good.

You do everything good.

How could you f*** up

your marriage?

I never wanted to believe all

that stuff Trevor said about you.

Don't you say his name!

The frigidity, the slovenliness,

the disorder.

That's not you.

It's not the Jennifer I know.

Why are you doing this?

You know why.

I will help you.

Mm-mm, it's too late.

Trevor always said you were selfish and

then now I see that all he said was true.

He broke me.

You seem fine to me.

Nothing I ever did was right.

Crawl to me, b*tch.

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