Monumental Page #4

those people revolted.

Us?

We're too lazy to

open our mouth.

Too absorbed with our

high tech devices.

It's embarrassing

how oblivious we are

to the bullshit

that's all around us.

We're all blessed.

It's what you do with your

blessings that counts.

- Welcome to the bar, gentleman.

That's Earl.

- I like him, can we keep him?

- You would keep him.

- Hey buddy, oh.

- Dude, get out,

come, Jesus, get out.

- Christ, what died inside you?

F*** me, did you eat a goat?

- F***ing chicken wings, man.

- I ate 'em and that sh*t

ain't happening to me.

- I don't know.

- Yous got a weak little

baby stomach, don't ya?

- Just shut the

f*** up and get out of here.

- You want some pedialyte?

- Shut the door.

- You want me

to get you anything?

- No, and no drinks.

If you're sneaking off

to go get a f***ing drink

without me, don't do it.

- Aye aye, captain.

But seriously, call a

doctor, you need to get that

checked out.

- Just f***ing go.

- Call me.

The f***?

- Dear

a**hole, I just saved your ass

after you smashed my bumper.

Not sure why I'm helping you,

maybe because I've been

where you're at before

and I've kept my own.

This is your one get

out of jail free card.

Hope I don't regret this.

Take care of yourself,

if not for you,

then for your kids.

Sincerely, one troubled

soul to another.

- So still out here.

- Yeah, 'cause all seven

people that live out here

are too bored to move.

- I think it's nice.

- Nice and terrible.

I guarantee you nothing

interesting has happened here

since they outlawed

cousin f***ing in 1912.

- Oh man, you're crazy.

- Why would you

choose to live here?

- Greg doesn't

have a say so, man.

Until he sells a screenplay,

Stacy's calling all the shots.

Plus it's like nice people

place to sleep tonight.

- What kind of idiot tries to

make a living writing movies?

What do you mean,

sleep here tonight?

I gotta f***ing stay

out here overnight?

- Dude, what is your

problem with Greg?

Was that a gunshot?

What do you got a gun for?

Whoa whoa whoa!

Oh my god, he's tripping out.

Greg, Greg!

Put the gun down!

- Go go go, drive,

drive, fast, drive fast,

f***er's gonna get me, just

f***ing drive, just go!

- Who's after you?

- Oh sh*t!

- Who's after you?

- Faster man, faster!

They not f***ing

playing around, faster!

Oh f***ing sh*t!

- I don't even see a

scarecrow, Jesus Christ.

Greg.

- They gonna take

me alive, drive.

- Give me that

f***ing rifle, man.

- Cock pissing motherfuckers!

Go get you, go get

you motherfuckers!

You want it?

Come get some,

come and get some!

- There's

nothing out there.

- He's

got a gun, clayne.

Greg, no no no no!

Greg, gimme the gun!

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