Class Act Page #5

-And my bike is a killer, if you're going downhill.

-Is that it? Where is it?

-There he is there.

It's not bike, it's bajs.

-Cool, huh?

Get out, Pinderpiako.

I do that sjebe. Delete!

-Get away from the foot brake!

-Slowly, Lucille.

Girl, it's Blade Brown.

So good!

-Are you okay?

-Reject!

-I went.

-Hello!

It was Duncan Pinderhjuz.

It is wonderful.

-Not mine.

-Wow, dangerous wheelchair.

... Even if it was the last thing ...

I mean, Blade ... How Blade can drive ...

Curb, the curb!

Pinderpovraka damned.

-Who?

"I am a mom, Michael.

Sounds like you have added a couple of lock ...

I went out. Home alone.

Are not you glad to see me?

The judge says I have to take care

about you. Do me a favor. Stay out of trouble.

I hope you paid for that haircut.

You know, Duncan. Maybe you could

to take off 6-7 cm hair.

Dad, we've already talked about that.

Just express aerodynamics.

Have you met someone at school today who

on your social and intellectual level.

-Well, actually I did not.

-Duncan, not just a matter of what you know.

But who you know.

-I fully agree, dear.

I will.

F***, where are you so far?

Do you deaf?

-Can I help you?

-Yes, I ask Duncan.

-Blade, what a surprise.

-Good crate.

-Mom, Dad, this is my friend Blade.

-Blade (blade), it is your name?

Dad, is not it your name?

-Blade came to help him around

home. -Really? What's the problem?

Is that you have a problem?

Is not it funny? It requires many

to do, Blade, AJDEMO up.

We'll be back.

-Invaded this. It took me years

to build a reputation and I will not allow

to ruin a p*ssy like you.

All right, what is so special to you?

-First you have to oblai properly.

Style is more than a state of mind, my brother

so I have brought some equipment to wear.

Here.

Oh, yes.

Yes, and you can not be a soul player.

-What are you talking about, these things are the eggs.

I do not like these things to market what you're wearing.

-With the market? This is not the market.

This is the best of JCPenney-I, buddy.

-Loose, do not shout.

And now, to start

to get rid of this.

Here, take this.

It's not hygienic.

I'll give you hygiene, take!

Oh, yes. It fits perfectly.

-We have to settle one more thing.

-What?

-It.

What's going on up there?

Better to go to check.

You'll like it, stop it vrpolji

or I'll have to hold.

Stop me blow my back.

Too hot for me.

Honey, what's wrong?

Julie, did you ever think

about the sexual orientation of our son?

Well, the right to tell you,

I thought he was gone.

Blade brand in all its glory.

Hi, Dad.

-Hi, Dad.

Is that was our son?

Like how to move the roof,

like Legos.

-Shut up.

-Wind in the hair. Breeze through the locks.

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