The Right Kind of Wrong Page #3
My bear.
The product of a rare recessive gene,
2,000 miles from their only habitat.
Beautiful things that seem
Heads up!
Good to have you back, man!
Julie never understood
why I don't hate my job.
that are immediate.
Lacking in longer-term pursuits,
like writing a novel, or pursuing a woman.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, sweetheart, thank you.
I know I said it didn't matter...
and it mattered so much to your mom...
but I did kind of hate the roses.
- These aren't from me.
- What?
"I hate it when we are apart.
Leo Palamino."
Is he out of his f***ing mind!?
You are out of your f***ing mind!
I love that she doesn't like roses.
- They're the attorneys of the flower world, don't you think?
- Hey.
Neil's irritable because I won't let
him see my paintings for my new show.
No, babe, I'm irritable
because my best friend's
an idiot, and I just
put sunglasses on a marmot.
Oh...
Neil's Big Horn Books published my book.
The, colossal failure of which meant
he had to make money fast.
And so was born the Big Horn Honker,
a mix of local news and
heartwarming wildlife trivia.
But mostly a way for local bars
- Show him, Neil.
- No, Jill. Don't encourage it.
You think he's not gonna find her?
Okay.
Here you go. She runs
that weird tour company.
I've heard these are actually cool.
Oh! Well, it actually doesn't matter,
'cause she's actually married.
Married-married. So, you know,
it hasn't worn off yet.
Leo, punch that man in the throat.
I think he ate my husband.
- Dude.
- Oh!
Thanks to a congenital defect,
she has three of those.
Jill and Neil are
obsessed with taking disgusting
Hey, man, lock up.
I have to violate my wife.
- Where are you gonna go? In here?
- No.
To be their friend
is to be party to a lot of
alarming foreplay
for sex you'll never have.
They make me believe in love.
Your wife wrote that blog, right?
There were benefits to my notoriety.
You're a major pop culture reference.
My friends back home
won't believe I met you.
dollar-a-shot Wednesdays.
Of which I am king.
My My friend won't believe I met you.
Mmhmm. Your friend back home?
No. My friend over there.
You're aces at that, mate.
Okay. Gotta pee.
I get wicked bladder infections.
to mourn the loss of a relationship.
But sex with strangers,
even leggy, weirdly vocal ones
with a blas attitude,
is an alienating excuse for love.
Especially when you know
it's possible again.
Where are we?
I told mom and dad we'd pick
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