Bald Page #4

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- Sorry, Devon.

It's all right.

However, there is

something you can do for me.

What do you need?

I want that sweet wrestler's name.

I want to know where he's at.

Consider it done.

I'll find it tonight on messenger.

Yes, go!

Go and find me... find me my lost boy.

Holy sh*t.

Who is that?

- Come on.

I still need to find out a

way for us to make some money.

The only way I'm gonna

get back into school

is to pay off the dean,

and I mean pay him off so hard

that he even fixes my transcript.

First I want to say good-bye

to my friend Devon here,

a true, true ladies man.

I respect you.

- Thank you.

See you ladies later, and don't forget:

Everyone's gay; it's all mental.

Free your mind.

Shake it, shake it, shake it.

[Knocks on door]

Come in.

What's wrong, brittlely bones?

I need money.

Max, I can't live like this anymore.

I think I'm gonna have to move home.

Can't have that.

What am I gonna do?

I don't have next month's rent,

and pretty soon, I won't have

enough money for Growpecia.

Does that stuff really work?

Yes.

It just takes time.

What do you need money for?

So that I can buy

my way back into school

and hopefully one day

get a hair transplant.

You would do that, huh?

You would let a doctor

cut open your head

and transfer the hairs?

Not just any doctor.

I want the guy who did

Matthew McConaughey.

- He's going bald?

- And Jude Law.

And that's my point.

No one can tell.

I'm running out of time, Max.

People are laughing

at me everywhere I go,

and... and the ones who don't

laugh look away in shame.

My days are numbered.

Help me.

Please help me, Max.

Give me an hour.

One hour.

I feel an idea a-brewing.

What do I do until then?

Go.

Go to Caroline's.

You place an investigation on her tilly.

Go.

When you come back in

we're gonna be in business.

Go.

[Screams]

Oh, my.

Eww.

He's disgusting.

I never want to go to your house.

Thank you, Max.

How's my hair?

My favorite is still

the boombastic bloopers.

Maybe 'cause it's got

the word boombastic in it,

and I loved to get boomed

in my ass with a dick.

You really love cock, man.

Oh, you know it.

Well, you'll be happy to hear

I have the perverted

wrestler's information for you.

Turns out he's in our Psych class.

Oh, gimme.

His name is Joey Powers,

and from what I hear,

he's practically ready

to bust out of the closet.

Oh, well, if he

needs any help, honey,

I'll break that closet

door off with my throat.

Ride 'em, cowgirl.

Where's he at?

Sixth floor.

You're lying.

No.

Andrew, I need you to

help me fix my computer.

Can you come to my room?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, I can fix it.

I could also eat your ass.

You hear me?

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