The Orange Man Page #4

- This is something.

- It's like we're in paradise.

- I know there's some hot

babes out in that water,

just waitin' for a stud like me.

- Hang a left up there.

- You gonna open the door?

Piece of sh*t.

- Come on, Jimmy.

- All right.

- Well, what do you guys think?

- It's home for a few days.

- Uh, not bad.

I've seen worse.

- Come on in, guys.

Come in.

- Holy crap.

Where in the hell did

you find this place?

- Craigslist.

The guy only wanted 300

bucks for the weekend.

- 300 bucks?

This is like a

f***in' sleaze shack.

- Looks cozy to me.

- Hey, even got a shitter.

- I gotta take a piss.

- Hey Gerald, you want

a sausage or a weiner?

- I could suck

down a few weiners.

- Okay.

Here you go.

- Thanks.

- Reggie?

Ah.

Wilbur?

- Oh, no thanks.

I'm trying to lose weight.

- Like whatever

you're trying to lose

found its way back already.

- Come on, Wilbur.

We're supposed to be having fun.

Remember that's

what you told me?

Take one.

- What the hell, give me three.

- Now we're talkin'.

- Just one at a time, though.

I don't want to choke.

- But first, we gotta

slather it full of mustard.

- Oh!

10 second rule.

You know, I was doing

some research online

before we left, and it turns out

that there's a maniacal

sociopathic psyhopathic

serial killer

that used to roam

around in this area.

- Say what?

- Oh yeah yeah yeah.

In 1987 a man named

Peter Walkins,

he brutally murdered

over 30 people.

It turns out that they

were his ex-customers,

and he was upset

'cause they no longer

would want to buy his oranges.

- Oranges?

- Oh yeah yeah.

And he had a hook for a

hand and he would use it

to gut them open.

- Oh my God.

- Whoa.

What a way to go.

- So, why are you telling

us all this stuff?

- Wait a minute.

Did they ever catch him?

- Nope.

One of the area's great

unsolved mysteries.

Some of the people think

that he's still out there.

Waiting to kill again.

Come on.

It's an urban legend.

- Oh.

- Well, on that note, I gotta

go drain the old baloney pony.

- I gotta go too.

These rocks is rattlin'

inside me like a penny

in a jelly jar.

- Reggie, you find

your own tree.

I don't feel like

gettin' pissed on.

- Jimmy, behave.

- What?

- It's all right, Gerald.

I ain't gonna piss

on the a**hole.

- I could go with you Reggie.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- Oh.

Well well well.

What do we got here?

Oh.

Yeah baby, take those

sweaty panties off.

Oh.

Thank you God.

Ah.

Oh yes.

Oh.

You dirty little girl.

I'd like to spank you right now.

Oh.

Wilbur, Gerald?

Is that you?

You perverts aren't

watching me pee, are you?

Oh.

The party's still on.

Oh.

I'm coming.

Oh oh.

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