Girls Gone Dead Page #2

pull over, pull over!

What, you want to

register there?

Shut up and pull over.

Fine... Mrs. Todd.

Eww.

- I'll be right back.

- Okay.

Unleaded?

Yeah, that would

be great.

- 20 bucks worth.

- 20 buckos.

Hey, what's up?

Yes, I retrieved

the Virgin Mary.

No, her mom's not with her.

God, you're such

a b*tch!

So how's the house?

Does it suck or...

Oh, really, so what?

Oh, my God.

No, I don't carry

that sh*t on me

and don't ask me that

on the f***ing phone!

God!

So where

are we going now?

Oh, that's right,

Manatee Creek.

Mm-hmm.

We'll see you in 30.

Manatee Creek?

Yeah?

You sure you want to be

going over there?

Yeah, why?

Don't really think you

belong in a place like that.

I'll keep that

in mind.

Holy sh*t!

- Ready?

- Yeah.

This is going to be

one hell of a weekend!

Peace.

Hey, what about

my 20 bucks?

Hey, come back,

you b*tches!

Hey!

Son of a b*tch!

So did Missy actually get

permission to use this house

or is this another one

of her schemes

that involves us

climbing through a window?

Would you relax for once?

We're staying at a kick-ass

house on the beach,

unchaperoned.

Great, unchaperoned.

- Go, Hammerheads!

- Go, Hammerheads!

Whoo!

Oh, this is so pretty.

F***, yeah,

ready to party?

This place f***ing rocks.

Welcome to Casa De Beer.

The party's inside,

b*tches.

- Follow me.

- Let's go inside...

Asses up, b*tches,

party time.

Sluts are here!

Hey!

I'm so happy to

see you guys.

Me too!

I know,

it's been forever.

I'll show you

to the kitchen.

F***, yeah.

Yeah!

Even the kitchen

in this place is huge.

We could cook for, like,

an army of men in here.

I know.

At least one day

while we're here,

we should totally try to

make a real meal.

No offense, Kel,

but we've all had your cooking

and I'd like to be the first to

cast my vote as a no.

Second.

Anybody else remember that

cheerleading camp potluck?

Oh, I remember that.

What was that you made,

sweetie?

Cheeseburger souffl?

Oh, what were

you thinking?

Chocolate mousse

should not be layered

- with ground beef.

- Right.

I didn't mean to

make everybody sick,

but the recipes,

they got mixed up.

Blech!

God, Missy, I'm hurt.

I've known you for

how many years

and yet I've never

been here before.

Neither have I,

dumb-ass.

Dad usually rents it.

It just happened to be

empty this weekend,

so he offered it to me.

F***, yeah.

I mean, this place

is amazing and everything,

but does anybody wonder why

our town's former sheriff

would have us stay here,

at party central?

Who cares?

Party...

It's her mother.

Hello, Mother.

I'm amazed it

took this long.

Yes, everything is fine.

What?

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