Little Thirteen Page #2

First put some music on.

Pokmon, get over here, will you?

Yep.

So?

- Nothing happening down there.

It's you, right?

So, anything happening?

No.

Sell it to children's TV,

not to me.

Like I told you:

younger and especially bad-asser.

Alright, but...

- Bad-asser,

you wanker!

Okay, how much for this one?

What, you want money for this vanilla sex?

Give him 40.

What do you mean, 40?

It's work.

I want 80.

Work...

Well 70 then!

30?

German marks.

I'll take four pills then.

What?

Over there, dude.

I'll have six for a 20.

I brought your jacket.

It's really tame.

Where are you going?

- Where do you think? In there.

It's not a children's birthday party.

Who are the children here?

I can't see any.

Not even got hair on your balls yet.

- More than you on your head!

Come on, beat it. Go home.

- What?

What's the problem?

- Go away and take your buddy with you.

Don't touch me, man!

- You two are with them, so beat it.

Hurry up.

Move along.

Don't touch me.

- Move along, I said! Your ID, please.

What year were you born?

- 1991.

Must be the short hair. Go in.

Wonderful! How come they

get to go in and we don't?

Leave it, okay?

Come on.

What are you looking at?

- Quit staring. What do you want?

Take off your shades, dude,

you can't see anything like that.

Shut the f*** up, man!

What?

Relax, okay?

- Go home.

What do we do now?

No idea.

Any suggestions?

- What?

Any suggestions?

The garden.

- What?

The garden!

Want to suck at my drink?

- Yeah, sure.

You're getting me all wet.

What are we doing here?

- Not so loud.

This way.

But what are we doing here?

What's with your garden, dude?

It smells of sh*t here!

It's not our garden.

- We're almost there.

Not so loud.

Don't you mow the grass at all?

- Man, it's not our garden!

So why are we here at all?

Why's the grass all wet?

This keeps getting worse.

Why are you drawing tits on him?

- Tits're all I can draw.

They look like sh*t.

- I'm sure yours are prettier.

Piggyback!

You'll fall down!

Where did you leave the key, man?

- I thought you put it down here.

There it is!

We've got some kind of schnapps, a beer

and vodka.

It's apricot brandy.

Did you bring the camera?

- No.

Why not?

What are you doing?

Squeaking around a little.

Sounds like you're f***ing the camp bed.

Can't you picture it?

- Lack of imagination.

You call that imagination?

F***ing a camp bed?

What's wrong with you, dude?

So tell us about your fantasies.

An electric toothbrush.

What are you laughing at?

I like a cell phone's vibration alarm.

And gyrating's good.

And towards the end you have to do it harder.

That's important.

Never just rub.

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