Senior Skip Day Page #7

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'Cause I felt like it.

Get out, everyone get out,

get out, get out.

Give me those signs, alright?

Give'm to me.

Alright, wait here.

Yeah.

- F*** off!

- Dude, Dude... need to smoke.

My sister is upstairs right now.

Alright, alright, come on. Go!

- Adam, there's no signs up here.

- Shhh...

Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh...

- Adam!

- What?

There's an old

lady in the guest room.

She's my friend.

Who's in the closet?

What?

- Who's in the closet?

- No one's in the closet.

- There's no one in the closet?

- There's no one in the closet.

- That's right.

- Really?

Ahhh...

What's going on?

I'm kind'a... I'm throwing the

Skip Day party at our house.

- What?

- Look, I know, I know it looks bad...

and I know how you and Mom hate

Skip Day parties and all that, but...

I screwed up, and I didn't

have a choice and...

I know it's stupid and it's

irresponsible and everything...

- Shhh...

- And your right...

Look at me,

I am so proud of you.

I mean, you're keeping

up the family tradition.

- I knew you had that f***ing gene in you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Thank you, that's nice of you

- F***, I wish I could stay.

- Oh...

- Better not do anything I wouldn't do.

- I won't do anything you wouldn't do.

- Maybe you'll get lucky.

- Yeah...

- Bye, baby.

- Bye.

Hey...

What'd you want?

What'd you think I want?

Adam, is it weird that...

there's a motor home

across the street?

That's my house, yo.

Yeah, he lives there.

- Okay.

- Congratulations.

- What?

- You're growing some balls.

That's pretty witty of you,

you wanna go do the bong?

Yes.

Party!

Can you believe this? There's actually

a party in my house, right now.

Yeah, but nobody's dancing.

Well, it'll take just one

person to start it off.

Who?

Dance party!

Yeah.

Oh my God.

It's a Carla sandwich with

a side of Scotty. Scotty.

Dog trainer.

[sobs]

Hey, hey, why

the long face?

Mr. Dickwalter, I'm

sorry, I'm sorry. Please.

Pull yourself together. There may

still be a way out of this for you.

Hey Ralph,

where's the party?

Look at me. Do I look like a guy

that knows where the party's at?

Look at me, Ralph! Do I look like a man

who's gonna leave without what he wants?

Now, where's the party?

There had to be a backup plan.

No, the plan was originally to

have the party at Carl's house.

- Carl Smith?

- Yeah...

but he's got these

relatives, they're scary.

Aaaggh.

Who's your friend, Ralph?

This is my principal,

Mr. Dickwalter.

Ahhh... Mr. Dickwilder.

Walter.

- What... Wilder?

- Dickwalter.

Dick-Wilder.

Dickwalter!

Dickwalter...

Dickwalter.

Yes, my son Ralph, he studied

so very hard to get into Harvard.

Can you please find it in

your heart to reconsider?

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