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'Cause he's a little bitch. |
"I've done a few headers into the trash can, but I don't think that counts..." |
Pete's a dead weight on society. |
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Ron is on the Picnic Un-American Activities Comittee |
The vote is in. You're a wuss, Pete. Okay, shove him into the deep end. |
"...maybe I can divert attention by phoning in a tip on Nancy to the PUAC" |
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Suddenly, he has an idea. "I know," says Pete, "I'll tell them that I'm on my period!" |
"Be sure the potato salad gets enough sunlight." |
Mr. Wells then hurried into the Boys' Locker Room to watch them get changed. |
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Next round of pedophilia is on the house! Woo-hoo! |
He stalls by rubbing his ass on the locker door. |
The only way to hide his secret is to shoot Ron and dump the body. |
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