Bellflower Page #2
And then I couldn't even eat
a single grasshopper.
Oh, you were right.
Uh, maybe.
So who are you? Where are
you from? What do you do?
Uh, wow. Okay.
Um, I live around here,
but I'm from Wisconsin originally.
And I spend...
Oh, my God.
What?
Sorry. Um, your shoes.
Oh, yeah. I need to get new ones.
They're pretty bad.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
What do you do?
Oh, um, I'm building a flamethrower.
You're building a flamethrower? Yes.
F*** you.
No, I really am.
And I'm really excited about it.
That is probably the weirdest
thing I have ever heard.
I like you.
I like you too.
Okay, drink a pitcher.
I'm drunk. I can't.
Okay. I'll make you a deal.
Will you go home with me
if I drink this entire pitcher?
No.
Okay. It's a deal then.
Oh, my God. Ew.
No.
Ohh!
Oh, my God.
Ahhh!
Hey!
Are you guys doing okay over there?
I think he's coming over here.
Sh*t.
Okay. You put
this between your b*obs.
Wait. No, no, no.
And you put this
in your mouth.
Don't be a p*ssy.
So?
So?
Um, it was really, really awesome
meeting you tonight.
You too.
Can I take you out sometime?
Of course.
Okay. Can I take you
out to dinner tomorrow?
Yes.
Okay. Cool.
Do you want my number?
Yes, I do.
That's what I need is your number.
Okay. Okay. Oh.
What up, dog?
Hey. What's up?
Hmm, hmm, hmm!
How you doing?
Oh, sh*t.
Yeah.
Where did you go?
Oh, wait. What,
is this Saturday already?
Yes. What'd they have you do tonight?
Swallow flaming swords
and sh*t? Oh, God.
What?
No.
They had me eating crickets. Live.
That's disgusting, Milly.
I know.
Seriously, that's gross.
I mean, it's a good way
to get sick too.
Actually,
I met this really cool guy
tonight.
Yeah?
in the contest,
Well, I am going to sleep.
Okay.
Good night.
Night.
#Havin'troubles tellin'how I feel #
#But I can dance, dance, dance #
#Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean #
#But I can dance, dance, dance #
Ah.
#So when I trip on my feet #
#Look at the beat #
#It was all written in the sand #
# When I'm shaking my hips,
look for the swing #
#It was all written in the air #
#Oh, dance #
#Dance, dance, dance #
for what you do #
#Easy conversations... ##
#... Make up for what you do ##
Hey, Mr. Dancy Feet, you wanna
come and hold this for a second?
Yeah.
That girl last night?
Yeah?
Was f***ing crazy, right?
I know, dude.
She kicked your ass
at eating grasshoppers.
That's it.
I can't believe
it's finally finished.
I can't believe it's finally
finished, and we can't test it...
till we have one stupid-ass
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