Angus Page #2

Oh, that reminds me.

I talked to the caterers and I think the best way to go

is to have two buffet tables.

One hot and one cold.

You know, Barry's coming, too.

Uncle Barry RSVP'd?

You didn't tell me he RSVP'd.

Is he bringing Wednesday and Pugsley?

He's bringing the whole clan.

I guess they can stay in Angus's room.

Share my room? Get real.

No, you'll stay in your grandpa's room.

I'm not sleeping with him.

He snores! Big nose-hair snores!

He grinds his teeth in his sleep.

At least these are really my teeth.

These are my teeth!

I guess. You paid for 'em.

You know, Dad,

April's insisting on picking the band.

Well, it's her wedding, too.

It's a polka band.

Mom, don't start.

Look, this is hard enough

to get together at the last minute.

Why do they have to get married anyway?

She's 30 years younger than him.

Why don't they just live together?

Why is she talking to me like I'm not in the room?

Why is she talking to me like I'm an adult?

Who gets married at 72?

I am 71.

It's not normal. She's not normal.

The whole idea's ridiculous, but I'm just

supposed to go along with everything--

Mom.

What?

He's asleep.

Dad.

Is she gone?

Yeah, she's gone.

Grandpa?

Hmm?

You're 73.

[ Music playing:
"Jack Names The Planets" by Ash ]

I'm swallowing snot!

You know, it doesn't taste that gross.

- Why do I sweat so much?

- What?

- Why do I sweat so much?

- Shh! I want to hear what they're playing.

Shh! I wanna hear what

they're playing.

Every time they play Green Day, the first caller

gets free tickets to their concert.

-(GIRL SQUEALING) Hey!

-Hey.

Can I get over here? Maybe on your lap?

Hi! I'm great. Come on.

You know, if you go Jefferson, "Nerd High",

you might as well become a monk.

What are you talking about?

You become a science geek.

No way you're gonna get babes.

Girls don't want brains.

They want guys who are dangerous,

have tattoos, play the guitar.

Stick with me. I know these things.

You play the accordion!

You could make a living playing the accordion.

You're good at it.

You could make a living eating food.

You're great at it.

- You're short.

- You're fat.

- You're pathetic.

- You're... fat.

- Buds!

- Buds!

Don't forget to vote for the Winter Ball dance.

Don't forget to vote.

Don't forget to vote for the dance.

Don't forget to vote.

Don't forget to vote for the Winter Ball dance

king and queen. Remember, your vote counts.

Don't forget to vote. Don't forget to vote.

Oww! Hubba, hubba!

Don't forget to vote.

[ Music playing:
"White Homes" by Tilt ]

You know what would be funny?

If we went to the dance.

What are you talking about?

Watch everyone spaz out on the dance floor,

look at all the d*ldos standing around

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