School Dance Page #9

and ate them.

Smooth move back there

in class, my son.

But now it's time

to rope this filly.

Man, what you talking about?

Here she comes.

Jason. Jason!

Oh, my God!

She gave me an A!

She even wrote,

"Your poem was the sh*t!"

I wish I was as good

a writer as you.

I mean, you're talented.

I've seen you.

Really? I mean, I've got the vocals.

Just not much of a songwriter.

Maybe you should let me

help you with that.

Yeah?

That would be cool.

I guess I owe you now.

No. You don't owe me.

It's the least I could do after

peeing on you in pre-school.

I knew I wasn't crazy. That was you.

That was really stupid.

Man, shut up! Sh*t.

Excuse me?

Huh?

I said shut up to

all them haters.

And, uh, give me your number.

Okay.

So, you should give

me a call sometime.

And maybe we can

write a song together.

Yeah. I'd like that.

F*** you, niggas.

How you do that sh*t?

Oh, and aren't you going

to the lock-in tonight?

Uh, yeah. Uh-huh.

Cool! I'll see you there then.

Yeah.

Yeah, nigga! That's how you do it, nigga.

That's how you do it.

Hey, Un-Circky,

she give you the drawers yet?

Oh, man!

I'm working on it, bro.

Look who finally got a little confidence.

Yeah.

Got a little bit of swag, too!

You actually got her number.

I can't believe it.

That's right. JULIAN:

You know he ain't gonna do nothing with it

but get ink on his dick

when he's jacking off.

Aw, sh*t!

Who raggedy-ass

sh*t is that?

Jason, bring your ass over, boy!

Nigga, that's your mamma?

Oh, hell no!

Goddamn. This boy's gonna make

me get out of this goddamn car.

Here, see what happened is

she's not all the way my mamma.

She's kind of my mamma,

just a little bit.

Sh*t!

Get it, cuz.

That's you. That's you.

That's true, cuz.

I sat on two, cuz.

Nigga, you lying!

Actually, she's adopted.

I swear!

Don't make me embarrass you

out here in front of

the school! Now come on.

If she let you go,

we gonna be at my crib.

All right.

I'm gonna hit your cell!

You ain't gonna hit sh*t!

Who they f*** are they anyway?

Mamma, they was my friends.

You ain't got no f***ing friends.

Quit lying.

Hold on. Hold on.

What's happening?

Hey, man, come on. Mamma.

Old lady.

You see me out here dancing?

Crip walking and sh*t!

You're out here interrupting my swag, lady.

Yeah, b*tch! You

interrupting his swag, ho!

How about I interrupt your life?

Oh sh*t.

Sh*t done got real!

Everybody, chill!

No. No. No.

Look at me.

It's cool, lady.

I'm not worried about that little

squirt-gun you got, nigga.

I got p*ssy hair

tougher than you.

Yeah, it's on top

of your lip, b*tch!

Motherf***er!

All right!

What seems to be

the problem, Percy?

Nothing, Uncle. Everything cool

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