A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints Page #2

two words.

It scares me that kid.

Antonio?

Tonight I want you

to come back.

I want you to have dinner

with Dito and the family,

alright?

You take care

of that nose kid.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

They're alright.

They're alright.

Good dancing.

Look who we got here.

Oh, sh*t!

Friggin' pistachio dick.

Look at these girls.

It curves like a banana, right?

No, like a pistachio.

Do you want some?

You.

It's as hot

as a f***in' oven in here.

Get the f*** off me!

It's like 250 degrees.

Get off me.

I feel like a piece

of roast beef.

But look at me.

I'm f***in' sticky.

Look at me.

So?

F***in' landlord's

got the f***in' radiators on

in the summer.

You better not f***in'

cum in me.

No!

Don't f***.

You better not f***in'

cum in me.

F***!

What the f***?

F***in' radiator burned me

and sh*t!

F*** me.

Come here.

You want me to come over there

and give you a hug

or some sh*t?

I don't want you

to f***in' hug me.

Look what we got here.

You guys are two

naughty f***ers.

Who the f*** is this guy?

My little retarded sister.

You're the b*tch

who works at the pool

with Diane.

I just got done

f***in' her.

Get the f***

out of here.

I'm virile and I'm virile

and I'm virile,

and I'm ready to do that sh*t.

I just stole this dildo

from Mrs. Duran's,

and I was wondering

you go into that sh*t, baby?

Two on one action?

All I'm saying,

if I was an ugly b*tch

and two hot studs like this

wanted to f*** me,

I'd be into it.

I'm taking a sh*t

and I'm out.

What are you thinking about?

I don't know.

You're really beautiful,

you know.

Thank you.

Are you pushing?

Do you wanna kiss me?

Do you wanna kiss me?

For sure.

Kiss you.

F*** you.

I'm sorry.

I just, just wanna f*** you,

you know.

Alright.

Alright?

No.

You're bugging, man.

I don't know

why I said that.

I wanna f*** you, you know.

I wanna f*** you, too.

I do.

I really do.

For real?

For real.

Class, this is Michael O'Shea.

He's a new student.

He just moved here

this winter from Ireland.

And besides making music,

Michael wants to be a writer

just like his father.

On his first day here,

he wants to read a poem

about America.

Here you go.

My name's Michael O'Shea,

and I'm from Scotland.

Uh. My father says

poems don't always

have to rhyme.

This one doesn't.

My New friend.

I know he likes me,

but I think he needs me.

I definitely need him, too.

This is a scary place

sometimes.

But my new friend,

he needs me

because together

we're not like everybody else.

That was very nice, Michael.

Thank you.

Okay, class, let's turn

to page 64, please.

Thank you.

It's hot as sh*t out here.

What the f***

you looking at?

Don't even f***in' try

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