Living Will... Page #3

I can't hear you.

Say that again.

Don't f*** my cousin,

you dick!

Will!

Will, help!

Will!

Will?

Will!

What are you wearing

cologne for?

Yeah, what, are you going

to the Oscars or something?

Yeah, who do you think

you are...

Daniel Gay Lewis?

He called you Daniel.

Rollo, when I let

Matt stay here,

I didn't know your skeevy ass

was gonna be here every single day.

Two-for-one

special, man.

Supply staying

close to demand.

That's not how supply

and demand works.

And anyway, it's not

two-for-one, because

Maurice over here

has been here every f***ing day.

- Do you think it's gay that I bake?

- Who the f*** is Maurice?

Furbush, you idiots.

Maurice f***ing Furbush.

This waste of space

sitting right over here next to you.

That's Furbush's name?

Whoa. You remind me

of Stephen Hawking.

Oh my God,

your stupidity astounds me.

Are you cooking pot brownies

in an Easy-Bake oven?

We couldn't get

the real oven in here.

Anyway, aren't you supposed to meet up

with that broad or something like that?

Krista.

Her name is Krista.

She's been here every day

for the past month.

She's got

a sweet rack.

Yeah, a nice

turd-cutter too.

How many of these things

have you guys eaten?

13, man.

You are f***ing

retarded, really.

He was calling you

retarded, man, not me.

Oh, the brownie's ready.

- Hey girl.

- Hey, Cam. Bye.

So this is gonna seem

really over the top,

but I was considering

asking you

to move in with me.

You don't have

to answer right now.

Whoa, okay, I haven't even

sampled the milk yet.

Let me think about it.

Sounds good.

Okay.

The reason I'm definitely

a finer housewife of Cherry Hill

is because I enjoy

spoiling myself.

Did you play hot dogs

and donuts yet?

No, but I think she's

gonna move in though.

Wait a minute.

- Bad move, man.

- What?

Whoa, does that mean

you're kicking me out, man?

No, you're cool for a while,

at least till you get a job.

A job?

Congratulations!

This is cause for a celebration,

the only way

we know how.

I don't know, guys. I haven't smoked

since I had that episode.

So that is why I don't

smoke weed anymore.

Were you talking to us?

Yeah, man, 'cause I was,

like, zoning out... in and out.

No, I was talking to the other two dipshit

burnouts on my couch.

There are other

dipshits here?

Listen, man, it doesn't matter

who's where.

We're bros, all right?

It's all about

having a good time.

Live in the moment.

Be one of us.

It's healthy for you,

sort of.

Okay.

Why monkey around

when you can have

professionals...

Happy birthday, Stacy.

I see you turned 33.

No, I didn't.

Jesus.

What's up,

Brosef Stalin?

Look at him.

He's cute.

This girl's

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