Primal Page #3

Don't be such a girl.

Yeah, what's with you?

First "c*nt"

and now rotting corpses?

Hey, yeah,

you got a context for me yet?

Oh, at least wash your hands,

you skank.

Careful!

Careful!

Mmm!

Come on,

just one.

Just use it in a sentence.

Just give me one example.

Oh, seriously.

Come on, Warren,

give us a song.

# Sometimes

you need to get away #

# Blow the town

and flee the fray #

# Where night is night,

and day is day #

# And just sit on your ass #

# Perfect nights

are made like this #

# Firelight

and a woman's kiss #

# Freaky-assed mutant rabbit

on a stick #

# And the wide-open sky #

Where are you two going?

Ah, just looking

at the stars.

They're really amazing

out here.

# Dace is turning the S.N.A.G.

up high #

# Yee-haw #

# Showing little Krissy

the stars in the sky #

# But we all know #

# That's just another

tired old line #

# So he can bone her blind #

Oh, please.

Whoo!

Maybe Chad and I should come

and join you guys.

Well, yeah, it's not really

a two-man tent,

so Chad's gonna

have to wait outside.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind,

would you, Chad?

Whatever.

Nasty Mel

making Chaddikins angry?

Be like that then.

I'm going swimming.

What, now?

Yeah,

it's the best time.

Your bathers

are in the tent.

Chad, we're in

the middle of nowhere.

We don't need bathers.

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, baby!

Ow!

Oh...

Hey, Chad.

Come in.

Nude up.

Get your winky wet.

Come on.

It's beautiful.

Towel's there

when you need it.

You being

a whiny b*tch?

How about

a bit of f***ing dignity?

What?

You heard me.

I'm skinny-dipping

in the middle of nowhere.

How does that

affect my dignity?

Chad, how does that

affect my dignity?

Oh, Chad.

Chad, wait.

Chad, wait.

F***.

What?

Get them off me!

Get them off me!

Hey, don't rip them off.

Chuck us the salt.

It's leeches.

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Get 'em off me!

Stand still.

Get 'em off me!

Quick!

Ow!

They're everywhere!

Quick! Quick!

All done.

Are they gone?

Are they gone?

You need to check.

Check, check.

That's it.

I guess swimming's out,

then.

See you in the morning.

Night.

Looks like

we're sharing a tent.

If we really must.

So how are you going

with everything?

Oh, you know.

Bit up and down.

I know it'll get better

with time.

It's just, I've got

this inescapable feeling

I've just got sh*t taste

in men.

An, you can't blame yourself

for David.

I mean, we all knew

he was a tool,

but none of us

saw that coming.

Yeah,

but that's just it.

I didn't know

he was a tool.

And he wasn't the first.

Graham was a fuckwit too.

Yeah, you're right.

You've got sh*t taste in men.

You know the thing

I can't forgive myself for?

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