Delinquent Juvenilia I: Eric Haugen vs. The Whiz Kids
If I were to do it all again, I'd still make the Sean Penn joke. The tone seems to shift into outright hostility on this page … that's either me running out of material, or me not being happy at home. Probably a good deal of both.
Mrs. Gumby: LOOK! I'll use my magic powers! You are getting SLEEPY! Policeman: I need a nap. Hey! What happened? I just turned into Sean Penn! Cecil: Give it up, you bitch. Cecil: Got any acne cream? My zits are really getting out of hand! Hortense: You're right. Policeman: Go to hell, kid. Policeman: Listen, kid! I don't know why you put Crazy Glue on my hand, but now I can't get it off my shoulder. Cecil: I, too, have a bowl haircut. Cecil: My eyebrows keep changing shape! I must be retarded. Look! I can talk without moving my lips! Cecil: Do you want to molest me? Policeman: Yes, but let's go into that truck and get my damn hand off of your shoulder. Policeman: Look at that rotting corpse on the wall. That's your father, want to join him? Cecil: Gee, you promise? Policeman #2 (watching "The Brady Bunch" on monitor): Oh no! Tiger took Cindy's doll!
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