Mardi Gras: Spring Break Page #3

then I give you the beads and we call it a day.

Wow, was I born yesterday?

Nice try, but no.

Come on, Lame Girl. Quit being so lame.

Listen, d*ckhead.

You think it's normal

for a girl to sacrifice her dignity

for four cents worth of plastic?

Isn't that just a little ridiculous?

If I say yes, do I get to see your tits?

Fellows, huddle up.

All right now,

you brought me down here for a reason

and that's to have a good time.

So I think the best point of attack here is to...

Are you peeing?

You just pissed on my shoe,

for Christ's sake!

Well, I thought that that

was why we were huddling.

Let me get this straight.

So you won't take a sh*t in a public restroom,

but you'll piss in the middle

of a crowded street?

I thought that's why we were huddling.

Bad Scottie! No!

Look, the best course of action is to go

straight down Bourbon Street...

I found her!

Where's Scottie going?

Sh*t on my tits!

That is Carmen Electra.

Hi.

Oh, my God!

Wow, these are really beautiful.

They're real.

So are mine.

You're the one.

Aren't you cute! Thank you.

What the hell just happened?

Did you just ask

Carmen Electra to see her tits?

That was Carmen Electra?

I gave her my necklace!

Your only necklace?

You just blew

your entire load on Carmen Electra?

Yeah!

Relax, buddy. It's gonna be all right.

At least you can say

that you gave

Carmen Electra a pearl necklace, right?

I think that the best thing to do here is to

warm up to these girls

a little bit, to get to know them...

- What the hell are you doing?

- Nothing.

Do you have insurance for this?

B*obs!

I gotta admit,

it's awesome to see a strange girl's breasts.

I'd crawl a mile on broken glass

to suck the dick that f***ed her last.

Shakespeare couldn't have said it better.

That's it.

Snuggle bear?

That's Erica! Code blue!

Scottie, let's go!

I don't understand.

Whoa! Guests only, folks. Need wrist bands.

Okay.

I just don't understand...

- Just keep moving!

- I don't understand!

Mike, you get to see those every night?

Why isn't she picking up her phone,

what the hell?

Hey, good extraction. Clean and effective.

It couldn't have been her, right?

I mean, you know,

lots of people have a similar look.

How could she do this?

With her grandfather barely in the ground.

Right.

There's gotta be a good explanation, right?

I mean, I'm sure there is.

Yes. Erica is a lying whore.

With an amazing rack.

Shut up!

We're gonna get my car, go back to our room,

and find out exactly

what hotel she's staying at.

That's gonna be a problem.

Where the hell is my car?

Damn it! My bush beads were in there!

And your car...

Maybe we're on the wrong street?

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