Some Freaks Page #3

- What if she said something

about your eye, huh?

What if she said

something about your eye?

Would you be okay with that?

- I don't care, ooooh sh*t.

- We got you!

- Nice!

- That was so good!

I wish you've could've

seen your face.

- Oh yeah, that was good.

- Did you see his face?

You literally looked

like I was about to shoot

your f***ing puppy, man.

- That's not f***ing funny.

- Come on, I was just

f***ing with you, dude!

Do I look like a salad

type of girl to you?

I have my own f***ing

zip code, man.

- I don't know.

- Oh, that reminds me of a joke.

What do fat women and

mopeds have in common?

- Elmo already

told me that joke.

- Oh f*** you,

you f***ing thief.

- What do you mean f***ing

thief, it's a good joke.

- No, it's a shitty goddamn

joke, but it's my joke.

- You can't take ownership of

a joke, it's everyone's joke.

- Whatever.

- That's how jokes work.

- So what about you then?

I think it's gonna be great.

- Can you get behind that?

- Just, I don't have

road rage, okay?

People that have road

rage do things that

are unnecessary, I yell

when it's necessary.

- Yeah, I'm telling

you you still have to

be the bigger person

in that situation.

- Be the bigger, have

you looked at me?

I'm never the bigger person.

- Never, I've known him

for a very long time.

- Okay, all right, all right.

Oh sh*t, I gotta go.

Look out, look out.

- What are you doing?

- My mother just

texted me, I gotta go.

I forgot, I promised her.

- Where are you going?

- I gotta go make

lobster triangles

with her for some benefit.

- Lobster triangles?

- Kids with AIDS

thing, whatever.

Hey, can you drive him home?

- Yeah, I can.

- Great, okay cool, I'll

see you guys later, bye.

- See ya.

I'm about, oh.

- He's funny.

- Yeah.

- Can I have a drag?

- Sure.

Nice place.

- Yeah, it's okay.

- Just saying.

So...

- What?

I got so much homework to do.

- Huh?

- Got that calc test tomorrow.

- Right, calc test.

- But thanks for the ride.

- Yeah, sure.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

- Hey.

- Shh shh.

You weaselly motherf***er.

- Did you have your

book club tonight?

- Yeah, where were you?

You were supposed to

watch him, I got home at

the end of a double

expecting to drop him off.

- Yeah, I know, I'm sorry.

- God, this kid came in

right at the end of my shift.

Decided to blow his head off

with his father's shotgun.

Chickened out at the

last minute trying

to split the

difference and instead

lost his jaw, it's

a f***ing mess.

- I know, I'm so sorry,

just some stuff came up.

Did you end up

skipping the meeting?

- Nah, I took him.

Screamed his head

off half the night,

but it was a horror

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