Horns Page #3
down by the Marina.
I'm thinking on my lunch
hour I should drive over there
and key her Saab. And put
dog sh*t on the driver's seat.
a dump on the seat myself.
Ignatius Perrish.
Long time no see.
Hey.
So, what brings you
in here this morning?
Well, can you see anything
You mean besides your horns?
Well, no, that's
exactly what I mean.
So you can see them?
Well, shouldn't you both
be shocked or something?
horns, I'd piss down my leg.
Well, they're kinda
hard to remember.
I mean, every time I look
away from you for a second...
you even have them.
Okay, but what are they?
I mean, do you, you know...
do you think they could
they be cancerous?
Could they be some weird
tumor or something?
Well, they're definitely
cause for concern.
They look inflamed.
Do they hurt?
Oh! Yes, like hell.
All right. You know how
How?
some OxyContin and have a little
snort. I mean, I'd share. We
could get f***ed up together.
No! Please, can you just focus
on my problem for a second?
Okay. I'm gonna
try, but it's hard.
I keep thinking about
this girl, Nancy...
Oh God.
that my daughter hangs out with.
God, I want her ass so bad.
Christ, can you just-
How are we gonna deal
You f***ing patients, all you
care about is yourselves.
Listen, Doctor, just saw
You sure this is
gonna work, right?
Not at all, actually,
but it'll be fun to try.
What?
Now just breathe normally.
What? No. Okay.
Doctor, please, if you're not
sure about we can just...
It'll be okay. Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Everything's gonna be fine.
That's right.
Have you seen
that girl before?
What's she doing?
And she's telling you to stop
checking her legs out in
church or she's gonna
give you a black eye.
Go forth in peace.
Eat my guts, Glenna!
Here we go.
Here we go.
Run, run, run!
Sorry, Scruffy.
Oh. Oh, yeah.
You sick F***.
Yeah, spread it's legs.
Yeah, put them
in one by one, guys.
I'm telling you, she
She was sending me a message.
Yeah, I didn't even
think you liked girls, Ig.
Always thought
you were a fag.
Shut up, Meatbag.
What's
I mean, it's like y'all
never saw a girl before?
You guys are gonna
wanna find cover or else you'll
Hey, get the f*** out.
What's wrong? What?
Sh*t.
Maybe it got wet.
Give me the lighter. Sometimes
it messes up and stuff.
Now you're literally Meatbag.
- Oh, man.
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