Poison Ivy Page #4

Let's do something|that'll make my parents cringe.

Come on.

You sure you're twenty-one now?

Twenty-two.

And how old's your friend?

Thirty.

God damn, you ladies look fine.

Could we change the music?

It helps me concentrate.

Let him concentrate.

Yeah, 'cause you're next, honey.

No, thank you.

Come on.

How about a little penis...

that says down the shaft,|"plan ahead"?

Why does the penis|have to be so little?

It's one of my hottest sellers.

Usually the ladies like 'em|between their breasts.

You sure that's sterile?

You bet.

Come on.|How about an artsy one?

It would be like we're sisters,|like blood sisters.

If the infection didn't kill me,|my dad would.

I thought you said you were|thirty. What's happening?

She's having a little problem|leaving home.

What's more important,|death or friendship?

Please.

I'm just not the type.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

But I am? Low-class?

You rich little b*tch...

with your socially|acceptable rebellion.

What am I, just another one of|your inner city charity cases?

- I'm so sorry.|- What?

That you don't have|to teach me to read.

Must break your heart.

F*** you.

You know what?|You don't have any class.

As a matter of fact,|you look like a slut.

Coop, wait.

I need forty bucks|to pay this guy.

I don't have any money.

Why don't you suck his dick?|Maybe he'll give you a deal.

Take American Express?

I don't think she's thirty.

Shut up.

One of those bills is a hundred.

This one?

Yeah. I need it back.

I'm sorry.

What about?

I'm the a**hole.

But you're still my best friend.

Till death.

That's beautiful.

Get away.

Oh, my God.

Where's the f***ing bus?

I don't need no f***ing bus.

I don't need no Mercedes.

I'm in charge of my own fate.

Get the hell off the street!

Because the only people|safe there are the drug dealers.

Cosmic.

F***, let's get out of here.

They have more firepower|than the police department.

- Where are you going?|- Home.

Come on.

Carsick.

Thank you.

I'll tell you one thing...

the kids are learning|the metric system here...

kilos, grams,|that sort of thing.

We're in jail, and we've|put ourselves in jail...

while the people|who should be behind bars...

are free on the streets.

This has been|a piece of my mind.

I'm Darryl Cooper...

general manager of KTVM.|Thank you.

And we're clear.

Can I get a juice,|a couple of aspirin?

I always seem to be|looking at life...

from the wrong side|of the window.

Maybe I should bleach my hair,|change my life, you know?

Platinum.

I think you'd look|like a little scangie ho.

I'm a geek.

You're beautiful.

Really?

I promise.

Do you think|I'll ever have big tits?

Girls with curly hair usually|have big tits, don't they?

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