60-foot penis painted on roof

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Seth: When I was a little kid, I kinda had this problem. And it's not even that big of a deal, something like 8 percent of kids do it. For some reason, I don't know why. I would just kinda... sit around all day... and draw pictures of %%+#*.
Evan: What?
Seth: Draw pictures of %%+#*.
Evan: %%+#*? Like a man *%#%?
Seth: Yes. Like a man *%#%.
[while you see Seth when he was a kid]
Seth: I'd just sit there hours on end drawing %%+#*. I didn't know what it was. I couldn't touch the pen to the paper without drawing the shape of a penis.
Evan: That's *$*##@.
Seth: No %$@#. It's really *$*##@ up. Here I am. A little kid. And I can't stop drawing %%+#* to save my own life.
[you see the kid Seth draw a lot of different %%+#* on different sheets of paper and see a gallery of his drawings one by one]
Evan: Alright, I mean... I just don't see what this has to do with Becca.
Seth: Just listen. Okay?
[you see the kid Seth in a classroom]
Seth: Your precious little Becca sat next to me for all of fourth grade. And in the classroom was where I did the majority of my illustrations. I was very secretive about this whole *%#% operation. Even I thought I was %#%@!!% crazy. Imagine what everyone else would think? So I would stash all my *%#% drawings in this Ghostbusters lunchbox that I had. So one day, I'm finishing up this real big, veiny, triumphant bastard, all of a sudden...
Kid: +#+!$!
[walks by the kid Seth and pushes his notebook and his *%#% drawing off the desk, and it lands near kid Becca]
Evan: You hit Becca's foot with your *%#%?
Seth: Yeah. I know.
[kid Becca picks up the drawing he just did, looks at it for a second, sees that it's a *%#%, and screams her head off and runs to the teacher]
Seth: She starts crying, she flips out. Then she rats me out to the principal. He finds this Ghostbusters lunchbox *%#% treasure chest and he %#%@!!% flips out.
[you see more of his *%#% drawings one by one]
Seth: He calls in my parents. Turns out this principal is a religious fanatic, and he thinks I'm possessed by some sort of *%#% devil. My parents go make me see some therapist, and he's asking me all these *%#% questions. They literally stopped me from eating foods that were shaped like %%+#*. No hot dogs, no popsicles... You know how many foods are shaped like %%+#*? The best kinds.
Evan: Well, I don't... That's really messed up. Supergay.
 
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