Girls Gone Dead Page #3

No, I already told you, boys

aren't staying at the house.

"Mommie Dearest. "

I'll use them tonight,

I promise.

No, I haven't

tried it on yet,

but I'm sure

it fits fine.

Mom, I really have to go.

I'll call you on Sunday

when we're on our way home.

Love you, too, Mom.

Bye.

What is that?

- Drop it in.

- What?

You heard me.

I'm not giving

you my phone.

It's not just you,

Becky- everyone.

Come on,

hand them over.

Hell, no.

Missy and I decided

that this weekend

there'd be

no interruptions.

Mm-hmm.

No parents,

no boyfriends.

And in Missy's case,

no booty calls.

Uh, what happens if there's,

like, an emergency?

Like Kelly

sets her hair on fire?

Hey!

We'll just have to dunk

her in the pool.

Isn't there a landline?

My dad shut

that off a year ago.

Ever since some f***ing

French a**holes

rang up the bill

calling Canada.

France isn't in Canada.

- Huh?

- Well?

We'll use my phone.

It will be for emergencies

and deliveries only.

Well, I'm in.

Rebecca?

Fine.

Seriously?

Good girl.

Do it.

Whatever.

Anything happens to that, and

you're buying me a new one.

Don't be such a b*tch.

I'm putting them

in a safe place.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm going to go upstairs,

put on my new bikini

and go for a swim.

- Who's with me?

- F*** yeah!

Girls, I'll show you

to your rooms.

Grab our sh*t.

Cannonball!

Whoo!

Whoo!

If you wanted to see them that

bad all you had to do was ask.

Hell, who hasn't

seen them?

Watch it.

Look, I got one!

- Kelly!

- Oh, my God.

Uh, guys?

I think we

may have company.

Oh, sweetie, lack of sex will

do that to you.

- Do what?

- Screw with your head.

Baby, you're starting to see

guys hiding in bushes.

But don't worry,

the girls and I will

take care of that tonight.

That's right!

Yeah, Becky,

we'll help you out.

Are we still going to that

bar you told me about?

Wy Uh-huh. 's!

Daddy says it's crazy

this time of year.

He actually compared it

to Mardi Gras on crack.

So I say we go.

F*** yeah, I'm in!

- Me, too.

- Me, too.

Mardi Gras, I'll go!

We need one more.

Well?

Come on, come on.

What are we waiting for?

Go, Hammerheads!

Oh, f***!

God!

Learn to drive much?

Mud?

Why am I in mud?

It is mud, right?

I hope that's mud.

Where the f*** are we?

This is Wyld Wylee's?

Who knew I'd need

a Malaria shot

to come out tonight?

Look, I say we still go in

and check it out.

What have

we got to lose?

Our lives, wallets.

Ladies?

Everyone have their IDs

with them?

Uh-huh.

Good.

Now follow me.

Nice asses!

Welcome to Wyld Wylee's Oasis.

I'll be your tour guide

for tonight.

Could I get you girls

some of our

famous monkey margaritas?

Um, yeah, hi.

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