What Happened Last Night Page #3

we're gonna have fun.

We're gonna have fun,

and we both know

that horses' asses

are gonna be there.

I really wish you would stop

referring to him

as horse's ass, Mindy.

I call them as I see them.

He's a horse's ass.

He is.

Stop freaking

protecting him, anyway

after what he did to you?

He cheated on you, with...

I know, Mindy.

Ugh.

I know.

Can we just drop this already?

Look, I'll try.

I will.

I will. I'll... I'll stop.

I'll stop calling him

horse's ass

if you come to the party

tonight.

No, you won't.

Yeah, I probably won't.

But I'll really try, okay?

I will.

Come on? Yeah?

Wanna try?

I'm gonna try.

What? Oh, that's right.

Is lord Douchington

better for you?

Huh?

Knock it off.

See? You haven't laughed

in weeks.

Look, how about this?

I'll make it

a little interesting.

What are you talking about?

Whichever one of us

gets the most drinks

brought to us by different guys

by the end of the night wins.

Wins what?

Hmm...

Dishes.

The loser has to clean

the dishes for a week.

Ew.

Yeah.

Two weeks.

I hate doing the dishes.

Fine.

But you're gonna be the one

with the dishpan hands.

Whatever.

And we can't drink anything

unless a guy brings it to us.

Fine.

You know what, Sarah?

Maybe you shouldn't go.

Because the whole purpose

is for you to have fun

and forget about horse...

Uh, sorry.

I am so sorry.

Uh...

Mm.

It's so hard.

All right.

All right, you're on.

Deal.

Oh, god. I'm so sorry.

Oh, god. I've really gotta go.

That's Liz.

I really have to go.

I am so sorry.

Yes?

I'll see you tonight, okay?

Liz, you are worse

than my mother.

Jesus.

Douchington.

Hell, yeah, we'll be there.

Sure, he'll come.

Of course.

Dude, I'll be right there.

Oh.

Megan?

Hello there, Joe.

What are you doing here?

Is, uh...? Is Danny home?

No.

Good.

But what are you doing?

Oh, you know, I just,

uh, came by to get my stuff.

What stuff?

I don't have any of your stuff.

Why would you have my stuff?

Danny has my stuff. I just...

I don't know, I don't want him

holding on to it

for sentimental value.

It's weird.

Sentimental value?

That's a laugh.

Oh, okay. You know what?

Don't be jealous, Joey

because we all know

that if you break up

with your girlfriend,

you'll always have

that great box she came in.

Maybe you should

take better care of your box.

So we're not in this situation.

Touch. Okay on that note,

yeah.

I'm gonna get my sh*t.

Okay.

Hurry up, Megan.

Mine.

You needed that right?

I did, and you know what,

my sunglasses.

I've been looking for these

bad boys.

I'm sure you have.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. And... oh.

Just where I left them.

All over campus.

Ha-ha-ha. Very funny.

Yo! Hey, Joe!

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