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| Hey, Greg...guess what? I joined Junior Law Enforcers at school today! | |
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| Great. My own brother...a friggin' narc. | |
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| Now, Greg...this is fine news for Bobby. Why, he may even grow up to be a policeman someday. | |
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| Oh, goody. Maybe he'll arrest you for being such a fucking dork, Dad. | |
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| Bobby...give me back that acid you found in my underwear drawer this morning. | |
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| Acid? I thought it was chewable vitamins and took 'em -- OH MY GOD! SHITFUCKPISS -- THE COLORS ARE HURTING MY SKIN! | |
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