GirlHouse Page #3

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Okay, boys. Here I am.

Okay, remember -

just you and your computer.

No tricks, but... m

aybe a few treats.

I don't know, Gare.

It's a little junior high to me.

Just give her a minute.

Oh, really?

Are you here for these?

Here we go, gang.

Damn, girl!

Nice rack.

Yes!

I knew this girl would kill.

Jimmy, time for dinner.

In a minute Mom,

I'm doing homework.

Dude, clean up your sh*t.

Dude, dude, shut up. You gotta

get in here and see this girl,

- right now. Right now!

- All right,

you can clean up later, then.

- F***in' way...

- I know, right? Hot as balls.

No, dude; I know that girl.

I'm serious, that's Kylie Atkins.

I went to school with her.

You know this creature?

Not possible.

- Okay...

- Dude, what are you doing?

- Why, are you in love with her?

- What? No!

Oh, my God. How long?

- Kindergarten.

- Does she know?... Naw, that makes sense.

You're a total dork, and she's...

...that.

You are a natural!

- I loved it. How did it feel?

- You know, just me and my computer.

Oh! It's Loverboy.

He's always on here.

He's a total sweetie.

You should say hi.

Sorry, Loverboy, you just missed

me. Can you come back tomorrow?

We'll chat one-on-one.

You bet.

That works, I'll look for you.

By the way, great handle.

Anyone with "love" in their name

is okay by me.

Anyone with "love" in their name

is okay by me.

Aw, yeah... Oh...

Wow.

You are really not

taking this well.

- Yo...

- Think about it this way, man.

From now on, you literally

get to jerk off

- to your dream girl.

- She goes to Selby College,

- actually.

- Like, Selby in Milton?

Mm-hmm.

Dude, that's like,

70 miles from here. You gotta go

get her. I'm serious; Dude,

she's not only right around the

corner, she's gettable.

"Gettable"?

Why, 'cause she's doing porn?

Exactly! Dude, it's got

self-esteem issues

- written all over it.

- No, you don't understand.

There must be an explanation.

Kylie was always

the hottest girl in Topeka,

but she was never... a slut.

How would you know that?

You said it yourself, you were

too much of a p*ssy to ever

talk to her, so why don't you

drop some fertilizer

down on those floors, and grow

your little apple seeds

into Granny Smiths

and go get her!

Mm-hmm, yes. Gonna do that.

F***ing gorgeous.

Drink up, buttercup!

We need to switch

shots for clothes.

- Strip war? Hell yeah!

- Yeah, yeah.

"Go-suck-

cock-for-a-liv-ing..."

F***!

Lady luck over here! What, did

you f*** a leprechaun

- last night?

- Shirt's off, sourpuss.

Perfect... Ahh!

You scared the crap out of me!

What are you doing here?

You know you're not supposed

- to be here.

- Gary's gonna be pissed.

Whatever. I had nowhere else to go.

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