Blue Mountain State: The Rise of Thadland Page #4

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Do you want

me to put the...

Put it on.

Who is this guy?

This is dick dawg.

He's my security guy.

And my cousin.

And, um, like my

Butler sometimes.

That's dawg with

a "w-g" motherf***er.

Ah.

Suck my dick,

you bowtie-wearing

piece of sh*t!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, man. Nice work, dick dawg,

write yourself a check.

F*** yeah!

You're wearing one too.

You put this on me.

Yeah and he'll do it again,

if I tell him to!

I could dress you in bow ties

for the next thirty years

if I want.

Don't think I got

the money?

Read a newspaper.

Don't got a subscription

to a newspaper?

I could buy you that too.

Reading is fundamentional,

you giant bag of d*cks.

Amazing! Write yourself

another check.

All right.

I'm starting to see

the family resemblance here.

Sit down before

i friggin lose my mind!

Um, I guess, I'll just

get to it then.

Um...

Um...

F***ing say it.

The Dean is selling

the goat house.

And I was just thinking that

now that you're super rich,

and famous that you could

maybe you could buy the house

and give it to me.

Hey, you wanna see

something funny, moran?

Watch this.

Whap, whap, whap, whap,

whap, whap, whap, whap,

whap, whap,

whap, whap, whap, whap,

whap, whap...

It's so fun, you have

to try it moran.

Do you know what,

I'm good thanks.

Whap, whap, whap.

Fine. Suit yourself, god.

So, the goat house then?

Hmm?

Why would I buy

the goat house?

Because it used to be yours.

We had a lot of

good times there, thad!

We can't let the Dean

take it away.

The past is the past, moran.

I don't have time

to think about bms.

Okay.

I've got better things

to do now.

Bigger things.

Huge things.

Enormous things.

Gigantic things.

Infinity things.

Uh... why did I not

think of that?

Write me a check to myself.

Please, thad,

you're my only hope.

Okay,

you really talked me

into it, moran.

So, here's what

I'm willing to do.

Aw!

I'm on a f***ing

roll right now.

What the...

You throw me this party?

The f***!

And I'll help you out.

Thadland?

I came up with the idea

when I was 10.

I wished for a party

that was...

Bigger than

any party the world

had ever seen before.

A party full of wonder,

and dreams, and titties!

A place where I could

celebrate going pro and

being a billionaire.

And I called that place...

"Thadland."

I only have $50,000,000

so far,

but it'll have to do.

Okay.

Why can't you just throw

this party yourself?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah

oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Because that would be tacky.

Here's your veal.

Stuffed ham with crab legs.

Whoa!

Look, I, I...

I just don't think that this

is gonna be possible.

Well, that's my offer.

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