Latter Days Page #2

Oh no, this is big.

We're going high

stakes? 50 says he can't.

I've seen the guys on the bikes. I'm

thinking, this time you have met your match.

Really? -Bullshit. 50 says he

can. And I bust tables for a week.

OK, I'm in with Andrew, no way.

Oh, cool. We on? So what are we

talking about here? I get him to what?

Do anything? Blowj*b?

We need proof. OK, underwear.

I knew this other Mormon guy in the army.

They got these sacred boxers they shimmer.

Get one of those. Sacred undies?

I gotta see this. All right, I'm in.

I will get one of those boys out of their underwear

Seal the deal.

Alright, we're going out tonight?

Oh please, not another episode of 'Christian hooks up'.

Hey, gotta keep my skills honed. To skills.

Hey, leaving? Yeah, yoga. You?

Mmm, arm day...

Hey, I don't think we've met. I'm Julie Taylor.

Hi. I'm Elder Davis. What you reading there?

I'm just studying. You know, I thought I'd come outside.

'Cos, we're from Idaho, it gets cold in October.

Oh, wow, bummer. It's pretty much like this all the time here.

Isn't it, Chris? Yeah.

So, what is it that you guys do?

We talk to people about our church.

Oh really? Chris likes

to talk to people.

Sometimes it helps people to find meaning in their lives.

Julie was complaining her life is void of meaning.

Void? I said 'void'? Well, maybe we can come talk to you.

You know, we would like that. Sure. OK.

Bye.

Subtle... Yeah, I got 50 right on you. See you at work.

Thank God she's leaving. Can you

believe 'Entertainment Weekly' called her

the new sweetheart of American cinema?

That c*nt? She made Julie take

my table, because she thought

I hadn't bathed recently. Like she

should talk. Did you see her eat?

Yeah, did you check out her legs?

Now I know why they call them calves.

I bet after sex, she smokes a ham

Darling, give me a glass of Cuvet

I do hope we're not speaking disparagingly

about our clientele

Gossip is so ignoble.

Especially regarding those less

fortunate. Less fortunate? That b*tch?!

You know something... tell.

No, I would never tell tales, such as

with the frequency she does it

the poor child must think that binging

and purging are aerobic excercise.

She hardly looks bulimic. Yes, if

I were a different sort, I'd suggest

a little more of the purging,

a little less of the binging.

But I would never say such things.

For gossip is the lowest form of discourse.

You should avoid it

if at all possible.

Hear, hear. I shall be in the office,

cooking the books, if anybody needs me.

Oh, and Ben called. He

seemed kind of insistent.

Do you suppose Lila is

hiding a boyfriend from us?

F***ing skank... that's not a tip, that's an indictment.

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