Sick Of It All Page #2

Please have dinner ready.

-What am I cooking?

-Oh, you don't remember?

No. What am I cooking?

You're making

a roasted pumpkin feta

over quinoa salad

with white gazpacho soup.

You said three things

and I don't know

what they are.

Yeah, well,

you said you'd made it

a thousand times,

which was news to me.

Why would I say that?

Unique said she ate it,

and you jumped in with,

"i can make that."

-I did?

-Oh, god.

I don't know.

Just figure it out.

I got to go.

You're a good cook

when you're

not pissing on it.

Jesus Christ,

cut me some slack.

I didn't piss

on breakfast, okay?

You don't have to be

all cunty and naggy about it.

-I'm late.

-Okay.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I love--

slammed the door

in my f***ing face

telling you

i f***ing love you.

That's bullshit.

It's f***ing bullshit.

I will f***ing sh*t

in your f***ing dinner

you f***ing c*nt.

I will f***ing do it.

I will f***ing do it.

I will f***ing do it.

I will sh*t in it.

You and that f***ing fag,

that cam f***ing daily.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Are you f***ing

kidding me?

F***ing...

I am so sick of the way

that you bark at me

like I'm some sort

of f***ing dog.

And what do I do?

I f***ing act like

a goddamn dog.

You smack me

on my f***ing nose

and I go running.

And you f***ing

call me back

and I go f***ing

running back

and you smack me

on my f***ing nose again.

F***ing dog.

You f***ing dog.

That is no way

to be treated.

That's bullshit.

That's f***ing bullshit.

That is bullshit.

That's bullshit.

I do not deserve to be

f***ing treated that way.

Yeah, that's not the way

that you treat people.

That is not

the way you do it.

That is not the way

you treat people.

That's not the way

you f***ing do it.

I would never do that.

I would never do that.

Why the f*** would I put up

with sh*t from you,

you f***ing c*nt?

God, I love you.

F*** you.

Aroo-roo-roo-roo!

You want a f***ing dog?

I will give you a f***ing dog.

I'll give you a hellhound.

Aroo-aroo!

I will f***ing tear you apart

and sh*t in your dinner.

This is rose.

I'm away from the garden.

Please leave me a message.

Hi, sweetie. Hi.

Hi, it's me again.

I just wanted to say

I'm sorry again.

I was a jackass,

and I'm excited for dinner.

--And I miss you.

Oh, yeah.

I have all this sh*t.

I can't--

I can't believe it.

I don't have to

go to the store.

Nice. All I got to do

is cook it up now,

heat it later,

serve it up

like a "champeen."

Hi, Mrs. basil.

Hi, my name is Anthony prince.

I lost you there

for a second.

Yeah, I'm calling from

the superior breath

burial insurance company.

That's right.

That's right.

We're having a discount

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