Decoys Page #2

I need a drink.

Give him a kiss!

Let's party!

- You a**hole!

-Sorry.

- This is angora!

-I'm really sorry.

I am never, ever, gonna forgive you!

Like, never!

- Loser!

-I can't believe this.

The truth hurts, don't it?

Why don't you get your own date, asswipe?

Come on.

- My mouth.

-Ginny!

- I'm sorry.

-incoming!

I'm sorry.

Stop!

Get lost, you p*ssy.

- Where are you going, man?

-I'm out of here.

Luke, wait up.

She got under your skin in a hurry.

I've never seen you react like that.

Well, you're not her.

- What happened? Are you okay?

-I thought she was different.

Well, good thing

you guys didn't have any kids.

No, it's easier this way. No messy divorce.

Let's go for a drive.

I've got to clear my head.

Okay. Shotgun.

I'm gonna go get my cell phone.

- I'll meet you in the parking lot.

- Don't leave without me.

I'm loving you, buddy.

Occupied, friend.

Keep your pants on. Somebody's in here.

Hi.

How are you doing? I'm okay.

I'll be out in one second, okay?

Or not.

Clumsy.

It's hot in here.

Yes, it is rather hot.

And it's about to get hotter.

Oh, God, no. Oh, no!

You're crazy. You're nuts. Please stop.

Constance, what are you doing?

You're crazy.

Stop. Okay.

Come on.

Come on, Bobby. This way.

Now you're talking, baby.

No, stop.

What's the problem, my dear?

It's just... That's a crazy birthmark.

Climbing aboard Flight 69.

Southbound for the region of...

Hello? Who's in there? Damn it.

Look, Constance,

I don't know how to put this...

delicately.

You're a woman of a certain experience.

Hello? Who's in there?

Constance, could you just, just one...

Okay, gear down, big rig.

Look...

I'm a virgin.

Okay, look, it's...

I got a serious situation, you guys.

I just want my first time to be special,

you know?

Beautiful.

Romantic.

Not a rush job

on the floor of the Pi Omega shitter.

You really know how to talk to a woman.

- Come on, I'm dying out here!

-I want to have sex with you, Roger.

I don't want to frigging marry you. Move.

Oh, God.

Maybe it's just the battery.

That's the only new thing

on this piece of sh*t.

We don't have to go off campus to talk,

you know.

I know.

Look, sometimes women flirt

because they crave validation...

not because they want to get with you.

So you're saying Lilly is normal?

Take away the silicone, Botox,

and hair dye, yes.

She's just a girl.

Why get me so hot and bothered?

Sometimes it's genuine.

- What is it?

-I thought I heard...

It's nothing.

You know what? Forget it.

Let's call it. Game over.

Come on, give it up, baby. Come on.

Jesus, Rodge!

What?

Nothing.

That's the pepperoni.

Heard about your fight last night. Good.

Go for the kneecaps next time.

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