Pitching Tents Page #3

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I got you a job at the plant.

What?

I thought they weren't hiring?

They weren't, I got you in.

Tres bien!

Yeah, but I'm still in high

school.

No, it's part time until you

graduate,

and, and nine bucks an hour.

Nine bucks?

Well, he's actually going

to graduate high school.

Let's see Mr. mulligan

make that kind of money.

So, Sunday, you'll come down,

I'll show you around right?

Sunday, he's going to be

face down in a puddle of puke.

What the hell is that supposed

to mean?

So what, I'm not going to

trout camp.

Yeah, he's going to paint

Todd's grandfather's barn

in Pleasantville this weekend.

It's been on the calendar for

weeks.

Oh, yeah, right.

Your brother isn't like you.

He doesn't gamble with his

future.

Alright, he knows

Bridgetown would never hire

a kid who got busted for

underage drinking, right?

Yeah.

Right?

Yeah, I know dad, and I'm not.

I'm not going to trout camp.

Trout camp's gonna be awesome!

Legendary!

And I just hope I can go.

Oh, dude, you're going.

You gotta go, you're our ride.

I told you a thousand times.

Pot doesn't do anything to me.

Pot and chicks.

When I find goddess camp,

I'm not telling you.

Your gonna waste your time man.

You just wind up walking through

the woods

with poison Ivy on your balls.

Oh,

but I have a secret weapon.

My cousin's map shows all

the places he's searched

back since the sighting in '79.

While you guys are looking

for make believe Poontang

I'll be banging the real thing.

Yeah right, dream on.

Hey save some for me dickweeds.

Guess what my uncle Randy

brought back

from his business trip in Japan?

Gonorrhea?

Good one.

A freakin' Sony Discman.

Yeah, you dweebs won't be able

to get one of these for years.

Alright, I read about

these in rolling stone.

Cd's are just a fad alright.

Yeah, says the DJ from

the honky-tonk station.

Sh*t!

Just paying my dues there,

but for the record, it's classic

country.

Yeah, for the record,

it's just background music

for truckers getting laid.

Oh, sh*t!

Ooh, Mr. Danny, that's

cool, what is that dude?

Oh thanks, it's the

cars' next album cover.

They just don't know it yet.

Nice!

He seems a little stressed.

If you got a ticket to

slippery rock, take it!

I don't know man, my

dad seems freaked out.

Take the job.

It's nine bucks and

hour with great health.

And reek of cobalt like his

idiot brother.

If I wasn't already accepted to

the Columbia school of

broadcasting,

I mean, I'd ask his old man for

a job.

Okay, you weren't accepted.

They accept anybody who sends a

check.

Shut the hell up Wachowski.

It's alright guys, I'll figure

it out.

Come on guys, stand up.

To titties!

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