Jack and Diane Page #4

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You want me to call you a cab?

Yeah, you should

probably do that.

Why'd you come here tonight?

I don't know. To hang out.

Why don't you join

the group?

It's better than

being a party poop.

- Maybe there.

- All right, all right.

Hold on.

Look at that.

But then this nipple's

really weird now.

Okay, just let me

be the artist, okay?

Okay.

- Wait, that one's glowing.

- Shut up.

No, and now that nipple

has gone out of control.

Okay, I'm working on it.

It needs... the nipple

just needs to be

a little bit smaller.

Okay, I'll get the nipple,

all right?

- And that one needs to be...

- What the f*** is going on?

I can maybe fix it, but I need

one of those littler screwdrivers.

Holy sh*t,

is that Lance's tape?

- Hey!

- That is the f***ing tape, isn't it?

Isn't it?

- Give it...

- Oh, sh*t, it is.

Give it back.

- B*tch.

- Come outside.

That is the grossest

thing in the world.

What the f***

are you doing here?

Nothing.

You can't just hang out

with my friends.

Well, they're my friends, too.

No, they're not.

Yes, they are.

Chris sells that sh*t

to some creep on the Internet.

But it wasn't even me.

It's just my face.

And you did it.

Yeah, well, it's different.

I mean, we're friends

and he pays me.

What the f***'s that?

Fireballs.

So?

So we both put one

in our mouth,

and whoever keeps it

in there the longest wins.

Wins what?

If you win, I'll leave.

But if I win, I get to stay.

You are so retarded.

You're just scared

you're gonna lose.

Wait, we have to both

do it at the same time.

Well, you'd better hurry, then.

Hey, can I put this here?

Hey, you should use her.

She's, like, bass drum madness

and needs new friends.

Really?

Here.

You should go audition for it.

Yeah, we're having,

like, auditions today.

Okay.

All right.

See you later.

Watch it, Jersey girl.

What, you own the sidewalk now?

Do you want some of this?

You're a f***ing a**hole,

you know that?

F***, that b*tch dogged me.

My guy says she's already on the net,

like, a couple days ago.

- Oh, my God, Stacy!

- Yeah.

- Go get you some booze.

- Nice, nice!

Booze!

Hold up.

That's what I think.

What the f*** is this?

- I'm just gonna...

- Hi.

Dude, get her another beer.

- What?

- Another beer?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

You okay?

Hey, you okay?

Hey, you like to party, baby?

I don't know. I mean...

do you... do you wanna go home?

You ready to party?

Are you ready for a ride

or you wanna party?

I mean, it's up to you,

but you are not...

She looks to me like

she's ready to party.

- Doesn't stay down.

- No, it doesn't.

Is she ready?

Are you ready to party?

You guys ready to party?

How 'bout you?

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