The Shape of Things Page #3

That oughta do it.

That is crazy. Really.

So if we want to attend,

we have to...

Get in the tank with us.

You bet.

- No. Honey, I thought we said the guests...

- Uh, we haven't...

We haven't settled

that part completely.

That is nuts. No, I applaud

you. I think it is very bold.

Yeah, well, don't expect my buddy

here to follow in our footsteps.

He's the least adventurous

person I know. Really?

Absolutely.

Oh, and the marriage thing?

Uh-uh.

It's not gonna happen. Sorry.

I don't know how many nights

I listened to this guy say,

"Not me, man. I'm never

gettin' hooked. No way, man."

Well, well!

Listen, don't encourage him.

My roomie doesn't need

any more encouragement.

Former roommate.

You're gonna look stupid

in one of those wet suits.

Hey, let's not be

a party pooper, my friend.

This could have

been yours.

Oh, Phil, stop being...

Adam and I had a class together, and

he never got up the nerve to ask me out.

I'm borrowing his pen, like,

all the time... hint, hint...

and he's this total monk

the whole semester.

Anyway, Phil picks him up

from class one day, sees me,

and we went to mini golf

that same night.

I cannot tell a lie. I

got the moves, God help me.

Whoo!

God help all of us.

Well, like I said,

I think it's great.

It's really amazing... it is...

to find anybody willing

to take a risk these days,

to look a little silly

or different or anything.

Bravo.

To people with balls.

To balls.

Long may they wave.

I'll tell you

what took some balls.

That museum thing a few

weeks back, with the balls.

Did you guys

read about that?

Oh, Adam, of course you did. You

were supposed to be guarding it.

But, uh... Evelyn, did you hear about it?

- The penis.

- Yes, I did.

Why are we whispering?

Because you don't say "penis"

in Jennys house.

But we're at my place now,

so we sing it from the eaves.

Bar's closed.

Last call.

Nice.

Seriously, though,

can you believe that sh*t?

Somebody with the gall to pull that kind of

bullshit on our campus? F***in' burns me up.

Shh.

I'm an artist, so...

Maybe we should... I don't really

have the same reaction as...

I mean, this isn't Berkeley. What does

that mean anyway... "I'm an artist"?

Mmm, nothing.

It means nothing really.

Just that

I understand the impulse.

You what? Um, Evelyn,

we should probably...

No, no. Wait, Adam.

I wanna hear.

What impulse?

It's called vandalism.

Uh, does anybody want dessert? Hold on.

This is rich. Go ahead.

Just that, um, I don't think

it was just kids playing.

I think it was

a sort of statement, a kind of...

- Statement?

- Yeah, I do.

What kind of statement would

that be? It was pornography.

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