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One shoves her tongue down my throat,

the other one's on top. This girl's

a champion pommel horse gymnast.

I'm talking killer

upper body strength. Banging.

She's scratching my back,

she's tearing my clothes off.

And her friend's whispering

in my ear, "Hernnya."

- Her...

- Hernnya.

- Hernnya.

- Yeah.

- What does that mean?

- It's Russian for "bullshit."

Why would she say that?

- 'Cause you're bullshitting me?

- Yup. Yeah.

But we did dance, man.

We danced our asses off.

That ain't right.

You ever work at a gin before?

You know about a bale press?

I don't know. I've never seen one.

- Where are you from?

- Boston, Mass.

Did they teach you

anything useful up north?

Just enough to get by. I'm hoping y'all

can teach me the three R's.

Three R's?

Yeah, you know...

reading, writing, redneckery.

People are giving you

a hard time, I can see that.

You're young, you're from out of town

and you're a smart aleck.

Can you start Thursday?

Yeah. Yes, sir!

I'll teach you to read and write,

but you're on your own

when it comes to redneckery.

Yeah. Give it a little bit of gas.

Yeah, that sounds good. Cut it.

What's the deal with the preacher's

daughter? She worth all that attitude?

I hear, back in the day,

she used to be a goody two-shoes.

Now she fronts like she some hellraiser

Wearing her jeans tight and everything.

You could put a quarter

in that girl's back pocket

and tell if it's heads or tails.

Why? You're trying to knock boots

with her, aren't you?

- No.

- Yes, you are. He is.

I'm just curious. I ain't trying to

bang her or take her ballroom dancing.

Well, that'd be pretty hard,

being that that's against the law.

What? Banging a preacher's daughter?

No, public dancing's against the law

if you're under 18.

Shut up.

Wait, wait, wait. Jump back.

Are you kidding me?

Dancing is against the law?

Yeah, man. We got laws

up the poop chute around here.

I can't even bring a bandana to school,

because they think I'm in a gang.

If my face gets sweaty,

I gotta use the back of my hand.

Let me tell you something,

this country was built on bandanas.

So you're telling me Bomont High

doesn't have a prom.

Well, you know...

They got the Fall Ball, right?

OK. So, all the churches

get together and put it on.

The whole town shows up

and everybody's eyes are on you

to make sure you're dancing

at least six inches away from your girl.

You gotta add

another two inches for me.

And, for one song, they make you...

They make you dance with your mother.

I mean, talk about a boner killer.

And the schools don't wanna

have dances on their property.

They... They say they

don't want to be held liable.

They don't want to be held

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