Who's Your Daddy? Page #2

First base:
kissing Brittany.

- Maize.

Second base:
touching Brittany.

Third base..

- Fingering Brittany!

Brittany...

Would you want to go with me to Spring Fling?

It was harsh!

Even Prof. Torkenbush started laughing.

Why even asking her out? Why?

This is your fault, you're the one who made me.

These sort of things happen all the time.

- To who?

To you, that's wh... and me...

Does it concern you, that our memories of our

time spent in high school suck?

Does it bother you that in the future, when people

refer to the losers they went to high school with,

they will be in fact refering to us?

High school is about what you learn.

For instance, I've learned you can keep puking on

yourself, long after you think you're done.

And with diarreia.

- What are you talking about? I am serious, Adam.

This is supposed to be it, the time of our lives,

and It's not.

It's not even the half time of our lives.

Who are we? What do we stand for?

How will we be remembered in fine post graduation?

Cool, potatoe fries.

Hello ladies. It's the big day for the home team.

Adam threw up on Erin, and Chris

humiliated himself in History class.

I didn't throw up directly on her..

Mostly on my hand.

And it was Algebra, not History.

Well, that changes everything. Hurray,

we really are the popular kids now.

A**holes!

I thought we voted on Goth.

What the hell are you wearing?

- It's goth, man.

You look like a hairy ugly chick, man.

Is that your mother's make-up?

Eric, what gives?

- Last week? The meeting?

We talked about dressing Goth, to strenghten

our identity by the end of the year.

We talked about it, we didn't vote.

- Actually, we didn't talk about it. Murphy did.

We ignored him.

- Ok, let's get it on right now. Let's vote.

All those who favor dressing Goth,

raise your hands, raise them high!

So Chris, your folks going out of town this weekend?

- What? The clock says 15min till the party!

Hudson Reed.

Does everyone else see them walking... slow?

What is it about that guy?

He's spent his whole life coming in first place.

And I spent mine as runner-up.

Will it ever change?

No, maybe I was popular in the past life.

Maybe in some perlo universe.

I'm Hudson Reed, and he's me.

- Yea, like in an ultra time continued.

When is it my turn to be Hudson?

- You guys up for a trading session?

What are you doing?

Not here, dammit! Never here!

That is it!

I'm getting sick and tired of this.

We are not losers. I bet in other schools, we

would be the cool guys.

I am not about to graduate as a wimper.

I'm going out with a bang.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Probably not, but let me tell you this.

Chris Hughes is gonna have the mother

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