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| So I guess they got your plastic surgery thing all straightened out then? | |
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| Yeah, I swear if I find that little fucker who switched my shit around, his ass is a quesadilla and I'm a lawn mower. | |
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It was pretty neat for a while, though. Since I looked like Bobcat Goldwaith, I got a lot of "celebrity treatment", like free movie rentals at Blockbuster.
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| I'll take seven copies of "Hot to Trot", please. | |
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| Coming right up, Mr. Goldwaith | |
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Then I went to the library and checked out a bunch of books about puberty and STD's. It's gonna be hilarious when I never return them.
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| Alright, that's "What's Happening to My Body", "Change: A Pop-Up Puberty Book" and "STD's and You: That's Not A Pimple". Anything else Mr. Goldwaith? | |
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| Actually, yeah. Do you have a copy of "Masturbation: An I-Can-Do-It Book"? | |
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