Loves Her Gun Page #3

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You should probably call your

mom.

If you haven't.

I don't have her number.

Oh God! Sweetie...

I've got to call my grandma.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

What the f***? You know?

It's like not only do they

steal all your sh*t,

but they like, beat

the sh*t out of you.

They already had my purse.

They didn't need to like,

punch me in the face,

and like, kick me in the ribs.

I just wish that something

really bad could happen to them.

I hate this city.

I hate everything

about it right now.

- Hey.

- Hey!

Come on in. How are you?

You okay?

Yeah.

All aboard, gang?

Hey, welcome.

Jesus. I mean, what happened?

I know. It's really gross,

right?

We just saw you.

I know.

I can't even believe it.

Well, what happened?

Oh, I basically got beat up

and robbed last night,

like, two blocks from my house.

See?

That happened.

You guys are really cool for

taking me, by the way.

- Yeah, no. Talk about a good time.

- Oh, of course.

I'll figure it out

when I get there.

You're fine, which is the

important thing.

Do you... I feel like we need

beer or something.

Drinks would be nice. We should definitely

get drunk at some point in this adventure.

Oh, that will happen.

Don't worry about that.

Smell my finger.

NO!

It smells like spicy pickle.

Maybe if you'd fix the speedometer,

we could go faster.

Maybe if I had the money,

I would.

I'll give you my cash

from the next show.

- Big RV!

- Big RV! - Big RV!

Pick a letter.

R.

S.

Oh man...

- You are really bad at this.

- What? Why? I guessed every one...

One, two, three...

KARATE!

Have you been to Mississippi

before?

No, definitely not.

I don't even think driving

through it, ever.

All right, kiddos.

- Uh, do you have change for a twenty?

- Yeah.

This band's... rockin'.

I'm glad you like them.

I feel it in my groin.

It's a little bit of

a Van Damme there.

Oh, my knee.

- What's up?

- Not much, man.

The hot dogs are f***ing

amazing.

We had to have hot dogs.

- What you need?

- We're about to head out, so...

this is where

I need to get paid.

Oh right. Yeah.

- You got it?

- Yeah.

I got it right here. 47 bones.

American.

So how'd we, uh...

we do?

47 bucks.

47 bucks?

Like 16 bucks a person?

I mean, it could be worse.

You mad?

I'm not mad. I'm just...

We've only got to get to

New Orleans, right?

I mean, we won't make money,

but we'll make enough for gas.

Yeah, that was

the original plan,

but that show actually

just got canceled,

so we're... we...

we don't have that.

- New Orleans got canceled?

- New Orleans got canceled.

Yeah.

F***! F***.

F***. F***, F***. F***!

Yep, sure did.

Here we are.

- Oh, it's so cute.

- Thank you.

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