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| See the kind of shit you stir up when you act like an asshole? You really are a fucking asshole, Billy. | |
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| I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so, so sorry. I'm super-sorry. I'm 100% shit, fuck, and piss cock-a-doodle-doo sorry. | |
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| Well, I'm here for baseball practice, Coach Bergstrom, and--ARE YOU FUCKING A CORPSE??? | |
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| NO, BILLY! It was already dug up when I got here, and...and I was trying to resuscitate it. WITH MY DICK!!! | |
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| Whew, what a dream! It sure is nice to furiously masturbate about NORMAL things again! Mom? MOM? | |
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| SSH! Quiet, Billy--I'm (a) timing muffins (b) watching a water buffalo fuck a rhinoceros (c) thinking thought crimes. | |
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