Super Dark Times Page #3

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him when he's back in town.

I bet he's great at sucking dick now.

Josh's brother joined the Navy.

[beeping]

It's the Marines.

What?

It's the f***ing Marines!

- What's that?

- F*** you!

[groans]

What did you say?

[man] Careful, his p*ssy's out.

F***ing Marines.

Damn right it is.

You boys wanna join the f***ing Marines?

I'm recruiting tonight.

[Josh] F*** those f***ing f***ers!

F*** John Whitcomb too.

What kind of a**hole

puts Kool-Aid in his hair?

People like that are f***ing worthless.

[Zach] John is okay.

[Josh] He used to be until he started

hanging out with these pieces of sh*t.

[Zach] All right, Josh. We're over it.

- Doesn't matter now.

- Yeah, whatever.

Man, come on. Let's go this way.

Come on.

[Zach] That's her house.

Who, Allison?

Uh-huh.

How do you know where she lives?

[chuckles] We would take the same

bus before they changed the route.

She's cool, right?

She is very cool.

You could leave her a note if you wanted.

"Dear, Allison. I had this

idea for the talent show."

Ever told you of that

time with the glue bottle?

No.

It was like...

You know, it was like last year.

I'm doing art and you know when like...

In the glue bottles, when

the glue dries over on the top

- and you can't open it?

- Uh-huh.

So she was trying to open this glue bottle,

she couldn't get it. I don't know, she

was just struggling for some reason.

And I just couldn't stop staring at her.

And then all of a sudden,

the whole thing just ruptured.

Just went... Sh*t, there's

white glue all over her hands.

And she just looked

and whispered, "Whoops."

It was the most erotic moment of my life.

You know, 'cause the glue is like sperm.

Oh.

So the bottle is sort of

like the [shouts] penis!

Dude, come on. What the f***?

Nobody is here. Nobody is here, Josh.

- The car's not in the drive.

- There's other people.

There's nobody around here.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, sh*t.

- [loud thump]

- [gasps]

[sighs] Oh.

- Hey.

- You got me.

- Oh, hey, Josh.

- Hey, Mrs. Taylor.

Are you staying for dinner?

No, ma'am. I'm just here

to pick up my things.

Great. 'Cause I didn't make enough.

My, um, parents have been

wanting me home earlier lately,

because my mom gets

depressed if I'm not there.

- Aw!

- He's full of sh*t.

- Now...

- It's all crap.

- All right.

- Bye.

- See you, man.

- Yeah.

What are you making?

Cubed steak.

What's that?

It's a steak in cubed form.

Oh, you, sir...

had a telephone call.

Okay?

Why are you acting so weird?

It was a girl.

Allison something. The

number is by the phone.

Oh, um...

I'm just gonna be in my

room for a second, actually.

We eat in ten minutes.

[phone keys beeping]

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