Lost Cat Corona Page #3

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I shook the bag.

I'm out looking for him now.

Hey, tell her

you just found an ear.

Can you believe we're still

waiting for my mother

to go into surgery?

I want to hang myself.

Wait a second.

What's going on?

I'm waiting to find

if Connie hung herself.

How is it for her?

This is so ridiculous.

They actually had to

get here early, for what?

My mother hasn't had

a thing to eat.

Since midnight.

Mom, please.

Did you check the Gregory's?

Think I'm gonna pass out.

Stop.

All right, listen.

Let me call you once she gets in

to surgery all right?

Hey, make sure

you call me all right.

Don't forget.

Call me, okay.

Bye.

Yeah. Bye.

Everything copacetic?

Yeah.

What kind of a surgery

is Connie's mom having?

Hernia.

Ooh, a guy worked out a hernia.

His intestines went right into

his right nut.

Blew up like a soft ball.

I'm pretty sure

that's not gonna happen

to Connie's mom.

It's definitely

a man's ear for sure.

I wonder whose is it?

I say,

we looking for a guy, 6'2",

brown hair,

walks with a limp,

or a guy

with his left ear cut off,

who knows.

I don't wanna know.

But I'm riding around

with a guy's ear in a bag.

So I don't wanna

talk about it.

I still can't believe

you put that f***ing money

in your pocket.

Why!

Why?

Because of the fact

it was in a bag

with a decomposing ear.

Means nothing to you, huh?

Whipped your sorry ass.

You jumped before go.

It doesn't count.

Oh, it counts.

Come on.

You really are a dick sometimes.

See, I told you already.

Cecil went away with her folks.

Dealing with

some family sh*t.

Like you said.

They're not home.

You're not thinking

of breaking in, are you?

Hello.

What are you two

doing back here?

Is Cecil home?

We go to school with her.

I don't like you sneaking around

looking in windows.

Oh, we sneaking?

She's not here.

So, why don't you call or

text her, or whatever it is

you do?

Thanks.

We'll see Cecil at school.

F*** her.

Wherever she is.

All right,

what are you looking at now?

We are right on schedule, man.

We covered that, and that...

Louis and park.

Why don't we just look

on the other side

of coroner Avenue?

Well, we haven't covered

the entire quadrant yet.

I was...

Etiquette!

Etiquette said so.

What do you know of etiquette?

Where do you come up

with this sh*t?

I'm talking about

modern day etiquette.

Fellatio.

You could check on this.

Fellatio, is the sincerest

form of flattery.

"Don't flatter yourself,"

just got

a whole new meaning.

Oh, wait a second.

Maybe it's all sex.

'Cause that's both

man and woman.

Now you are

one messed up individual.

Don't you have to be some place?

Oh, come on.

You know you'd miss me.

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