Geography Club

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What am I looking for?

[ICQ alarm sound]

72FINS:
I have these sick shades.

Orange frames. I'll wear those.

RUS96:
Cool. I'll be wearing a green shirt

with a cartoon lizard on it. Don't be jealous.

72FINS:
Ha. Okay

RUS96:
Look... It's really important you don't tell anyone

72FINS:
For sure. Same here.

RUS96:
I mean, I'm not even sure I'm... you know?

72FINS:
Totally get it. I don't like labels either.

RUS96:
Perfect.

Geography club

Hey, b*tch... Wait...

Oh... Hey, sorry.

Ah... What's you're up here?

Nothing... I'm just a...

you know... whatever...

You go to our school?

Yeah.

Ah, know it's weird. It's just get weird.

Are you ok?

I'm great. It's just a... you know... the park...

joint... sunshine...

Ah... I think I'm heading to practice.

Oh... It's right... You're... you're in a football team.

Thanks for remind me.

No... I... I mean... like break a leg or whatever...

Break my leg?

Never mind.

Ok.

[Bell rings]

Line up everyone!

Single file, please.

- You get accepted into Yale or something?

- Nah, yeah.

- So why you're in the sweatshirt?

- My Dad bought me it.

- Ah... Is he hinting at something?

- Well, he badging me all over the head.

- Your breakfast?

- No. Did done with the breakfast, this is dessert.

- Classic.

- Hmm.

- Why do us sit back here?

- 'Cause it's cool to sit back at bus.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Er... Isn't that the kid who got suspended last

year for masturbating in the clinic bathroom?

Yeah, and so what?

- Er... what are you doing?

- Reading.

- Is that ok?

- Yeah, no, it's... totally fine.

- But I don't wanna you late.

- What are you meaning?

Just saying, you ought to have a game, Russell.

Pick it for me, girls are away from home...

...and are right for some sweet... sweet loving.

- Hmm.

- I... I know...

- Kimberly?

- Yeah?

Ah... Nothing, just... good morning...

...and stuff.

G'morning, Gubber.

It's Gunnar, actually.

- Gunnar.

- Very smooth.

- You shut up.

- Gubber...

- Leave me alone.

Ah-ha-ha... Yeah... You tickled that tits!

Oh, boy! Good for you, boy!

Er... He doesn't care where he's at!

- Neckless and ruthless!

- Why you don't just let him...

- Relentless!

- Please, please. Let him wanting piss!

- Yeah, you can't say even masturbating, can you?

Hey, Kimberly! You look exhausted. We could be...

should... take a break or something?

And do what?

Not even if your balls pumped free vodka!

Don't even think about it!

What?

It's wearing a promise ring, dubshit.

I promised my Daddy to be a virgin until 30.

Ok, I didn't say anything.

But I know that you've been thinking.

Hey, dude?

I don't understand this stuff, can you help here?

Yeah, sure... Just outside.

Ok.

- Do I get everything wrong?

- No... Ah...

I think you got the date right... I'm kidding.

- Ah...

- That's wrong too... It's 27-th.

- This is impossible.

- Not really.

Ah... So... What are you looking for is hard black chips...

with... oh... without a mud. And judging

by what you describe in your journal...

...you basically found a lot of rocks today.

Wait.

- This is not a fossil?

- No, rock.

But... That's awesome if you got a rock collection at home?

- I don't think.

- And I think so.

So... ah... I merely tell you what's are right...

...and you gonna describe fossils you'd... you never found.

Yeah? Thanks, man. I... I just

cannot afford to fail this class.

Wrong end?

No, they are... allow me play

football if I show good grades.

No offense, but I would never come to sciences for fun.

You know me... It's just... not my thing.

Yeah, I sure.

- You're ready?

- Yeah.

Ok. Ah... hmm... so let's see here...

I think you describe here...

Min, I'd feel like free spiders.

This thing is crowning with it.

Do you announce to me to break about?

They're living things, Gunnar.

Yeah? Counting cats your people eat for breakfast?

Ah, that is a Vietnamese tradition. I am Chinese, a**hole!

- Yeah.

- Ah... Kill it! Oh!..

Gunnar...

...a**hole.

- Hey.

- Very good.

I can tell.

Hey, we had a game going along about that box.

- Hmm...

- Ah, it's... it's not a say championship but... it's gonna be fun.

Sounds cool.

Wipe your face up, it's embarrassing.

Sure, bright.

I'm to faint... Too much running...

Hang in there, big guy. Last play.

- We gonna lose.

- We need more one-touch way to win.

- No, he's right. This is impossible.

- Hey, guys, focus!

Leave to me alone.

Then I figure that to Russell... task be...

cover. Think you can carry it?

Ah...

Good.

Win! Ready?

Ready!

Go, go, go!

Come clean.

What?

Bravy dudes do not have that

atletic-like ability of nowhere.

I run track freshman sophomore year.

Call this like a that counting.

How long it's gonna pour?

Don't be a chick. It's just only a rain.

Fine.

- What are you writing?

- Nothing, just... fixing your report.

Well, not fixing my...

You've always been so smart?

I'm not much that smart, actually.

Just gonna obsesse with entering of good college.

- Why?

- My Dad has a plan for me.

And getting into Yale is part of that plan.

You're "cannot kiss ass" sort.

No, I'm not! I...

Why are you wake in your football so much, er?

Should you just complying your Dad's expectations also?

Positive. Play 'cause I love it.

Whatever... if you gonna judge me I won't help.

Hey!

I'm not judging.

Oh, wow!

Wake up, it's your turn to drive.

Wake up, it's your turn to drive...

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