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of school. That's so cute!

Oh, my God, Rusty. Come on, let's go.

Did you see his tie?

I like it and I'm going to tell him.

- That's a nice tie.

- Rusty.

Hey, I mean it!

Don't let anyone tell you different.

Thanks, uh...

- Rusty.

- It's Ahriel, right?

It's Ariel.

- Ariel.

- Very good.

Hey. Watch where

you're going, little guy.

- Sorry, man. I didn't see you.

- It's like driving.

Stick with the

flow of traffic, numbnuts.

Maybe if you weren't wearing

all that camouflage, I could see you.

You should get one of them orange

vests so hunters don't shoot you.

An orange vest? I don't wear orange.

I'm not a Tennessee fan.

I'm a Georgia Bulldog.

Where you from? You talk funny.

I talk funny? I talk funny?

You should hear you from my end.

I'm from Boston.

Massachusetts?

- It's in the United States?

- Yeah, I read that somewhere.

What's up, man? I'm Willard.

- I'm Ren. MacCormack.

- Nice to meet you. Let me see this.

Literature and Composition.

That's this way. Follow me.

People give you sh*t

about that tie yet?

- Nah, but the day just started

- First group, on your mark...

Keep that head down! Head down!

I'm gonna smoke your butt, man.

- You think so?

- I know so. Your butt's getting smoked.

Come on, Willard!

Go get your water.

Warm it up in your mouth.

Two swallows, hit them monkey bars.

- You're looking flushed, Willard.

- My cheeks are naturally ruddy, man.

Ren, this is Woody, our team captain.

You don't gotta salute him.

- What's up, man? Nice to meet you.

- How's it going?

Last year, varsity made it to regional.

They bussed us down to Alabama.

The excitement never stops.

- You haven't been overseas?

- I've been to Alabama, if that counts.

No. It doesn't.

I went to Russia two years ago

with my gymnastics team.

It's kind of a sister city

thing with Moscow.

Yeah, Russia... I don't know if I

dig that. It sounds kind of boring.

Do you know anything

about Russian girls?

I know they range from

bearded to drop-dead beautiful.

Yeah? Well, I can vouch

for the beautiful ones.

Two girls from the Russian team

snuck me out of my dorm room

late night. They didn't have beards.

- They were smoking.

- What were they smoking?

Oh, you mean, like, smokin' hot.

I'm sorry. Continue.

So we go to this club.

The music's banging. It's pitch black.

I couldn't see sh*t, just hot two girls

drenched in sweat all over me.

- We danced all night.

- Great. What'd you guys do after?

Oh, come on. Look, down in the South,

you can't start a story

about a threesome and not finish it.

Come on.

It goes without saying,

these girls are flexible.

They take me into a bathroom stall.

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