Tonight She Comes

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Your call

could not be completed.

Do you wanna fucking die?

Oh my God, oh my God.

Look, look, look, look, look, look.

Clean fingers.

Yeah, you're fucking disgusting, God.

It's just a little bit of

blood, don't cry about it.

Oh a little bit of

blood on day three, okay.

I'm the one who should be hysterical.

Right.

I'm a good friend.

Are you?

Yeah.

So I'm gonna dry your tears.

No, do not.

Stop!

That is so fucking gross!

Goddamn you!

Day three, complete.

God I am calling Kristy.

Wait, seriously?

You're calling Kristy.

You're gonna tattle on me.

To Kristy.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automated voice messaging system.

Kristy is not available.

She's not answering.

Oh my God.

That's 'cause Kristy doesn't care.

She didn't answer

your phone call either.

Well,

yeah.

Do you think she's okay?

Kristy?

Do not worry about Kristy.

Kristy's fine.

What?

Dude.

You suck at your job.

It doesn't exist.

This house doesn't exist.

Penis!

Goddammit!

When are you gonna get

your own mailman truck?

I don't know, not till

I'm full time I guess.

Wait, they don't trust you,

with a mail man truck?

Son of a bitch.

It literally does not exist on my phone.

Dude, I give up.

This is ridiculous.

Let me see.

What are you doing?

Why?

The house doesn't exist.

The letter doesn't exist.

Food exists.

Let's go eat...

Oh shit dude.

It does exist.

Oh my gosh, that really hurt.

You know what Pete?

Thank you man.

You actually helped me out with that one.

Let's go.

There's your stuff.

Let's do it.

I gotta pee.

All right, well hurry up.

You know I said I gotta pee?

Yes?

I lied.

Why?

Just pick me up on the way back!

What, dude!

Pete!

What the hell man!

Don't forget about me!

You dick!

When she said

Don't let it all go to your head

Get away

Get away away from here

Get away

Get away away from here

F*ck me.

Kristy?

Is there a Kristy Jordan here?

Kristy?

This is a

cellular telephone mailbox,

please speak your words at the beep.

This is a cellular telephone mailbox,

please speak your words at the beep.

This is a cellular

telephone, f*ck you James.

This is a

cellular telephone mailbox,

please speak your words at the beep.

Beep you James.

Kristy!

Come out to play!

Holy shit.

Kristy!

Holy f*ck.

Oh my God.

Ashley.

- Ashley!

' OW! What!

Did I just see his dick?

Okay yeah, this is not cool.

Ashley?

What?

Ashley?

What?

Ashley!

What!

What the f*ck?

Shit.

Goddammit.

Is he dead?

Hi.

Where am I?

Why are there so many

creepy fucks out there today?

I don't know.

Do you live here?

Are you Kristy?

What do you know about Kristy?

What?

Kristy!

You're not Kristy?

Are you Kristy?

No.

Then who are you?

Who are you?

I'm the mailman.

What are you doing all the way out here?

Delivering the mail?

Don't be an ass!

I don't like him.

I don't like him either.

What the f*ck?

Oh shit!

I'm sorry.

What the f*ck!

I'm so sorry.

What the f*ck!

Did you see his face?

Oh wow.

I literally pissed my pants.

Holy shit!

You fuckin' pissed yourself!

This is a

cellular telephone mailbox.

F*ck!

F*ck!

Oh shit.

That was not easy.

That's not as easy as it looks.

Well done.

Yeah, you should the three way.

There's a three way?

Wait, where the f*ck is Kristy?

I don't know.

I'm gonna call her.

Oh shit, can I use your

phone real quick first please?

Why, are you trying to get away from us?

No no no no, I just left my

friend on the side of the road

like a freakin' idiot.

He's probably flipping

out wondering where I am.

Oh my God,

What?

Green jacket, beanie,

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