High School Page #2

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the motherboard

manufactured by my compound

is the undamaged one.

Sh*t.

Bitter aftertaste of reality?

You come to see

how the other half lives?

- Boy:
Mr. Thompson here?

- He went lookir for you.

Hey, fool, that's my shirt

you got on.

I gave it to Goodwill last year.

Fuckir hobo.

Don't trip, Rubin.

I'm sure he washed

your dad's cum off of it.

What the f*** you just say to me?

I said I'm sure he washed

your dad's cum off of it.

Or did some dry up in your ears?

You should clean them f***ers out.

Try an ear candle, yo.

Rubin?

Why aren't you in your seat?

You know, we could have

a little Abu Ghraib action here,

or we could watch our video.

It's your call.

I'm just gonna go ahead

and sit down.

Good choice.

It's all ready. Just hit play.

Everybody, pay attention.

And no talking.

Narrator on TV:
With his parents

out of town for the weekend,

Bob bends to the pressure

of his peers to be somebody

and smokes a joint.

That's street talk

for a marijuana cigarette.

Bob lights up and takes a drag.

What he doesn't realize is that

this seemingly harmless act

will bring the walls

of his reality crashing down.

Narrator:
Is this your idea

of getting jiggy with it?

Narrator:

Applesauce 10 times a day.

Man on TV:

How are you feeling?

- Boy:
This video eats my balls.

- Boy #2:
Word.

Woman on TV:
Dr. Gibson,

you're wanted in lobotomy room 7.

Dr. Gibson to lobotomy room 7.

Narrator:

It will also help fund terrorism.

I only really want to blow things up

when I'm high.

Think about it.

Man over radio:

Engage. Smoke 'em.

Henry.

Henry, hey, hey.

Look, I'm sorry.

I drive like sh*t when I'm high.

You were high at 8:00

in the morning?

Yeah, of course.

I'll help you pay for it, all right?

I'll float you some casheesh.

Well, thanks, man.

I'm sorry about

the whole burner, flunky thing.

Oh, no.

It's all good, you know.

- I get worse from my dad, so...

- Right.

- Yeah.

- How's he doir?

Who's he doir?

He's probably balls deep

in some Jell-O mold as we speak.

Right.

So, um, this is me.

Obviously.

Hey, you remember

how I caught you jerking off

with BENGAY

when you were, like, 12?

- Yeah.

- Aw, yo, that sh*t must have burned!

- Yeah, that's funny.

- I told everybody, and you ran off

in the woods like some

fuckir cracked-out Hobbit.

- Yeah, no, no. I remember.

- Yo, there were helicopters

- looking for you and sh*t.

- I remember the helicopters.

I was always wondering what the f***

they were saying to each other.

- Think about it.

- Really?

"Uh, looking for the kid

who just jerked off. Over."

"Did he just come? Over."

"Negativo, Ghost Rider.

Looking for a case of blue balls. Over."

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