Summer of 8 Page #3

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Don't even start

with that bullshit.

No, stop. Where are we?

We're at three now?

Okay, take it easy.

Aiden,

like every other guy

in the planet, would

let just about

any girl with a pulse

give him a blowj*b.

So what,

for the love of god,

is your point?

I'm getting there, Jesse.

Bobby, on a scale

from one to ten,

just on looks,

what's Aiden?

He's like a 8.5.

Aw, thanks, man.

Okay, so what am I?

You?

Yeah.

You're a three.

Ha! You're a f***in' a**hole.

No, you're like a seven.

No, you already

said it, no. Okay.

I don't know

where you're going with this.

I know that girls

are different.

Okay, but they are not

that different.

They are just as sexually

curious as we are.

You don't think that a girl

loves the feeling

of our tongues

on their pussies

as much as we love

the feeling of her

mouth on our c*cks?

Of course, they do.

Come on, dude!

We are all young!

You know, we are curious

and we're sexual

and we want to investigate

and explore and rip off

and unzip and

explode everywhere!

Watch

where you're exploding.

So here's your data,

all right?

Guys will down

for a three,

at least, right?

Serena's getting

an eight and a half.

Girls are different

but think about this.

Are they five and a half

points different?

I don't think so.

That's why I think Aiden

is already in there.

And the truth is,

that they are not even

four points different.

So that means

that I have a shot.

So yeah. Go ahead

and put that data

in your pipe and suck it.

Okay. All right.

Look at them.

I mean, they look like

just simple creatures to me.

Ten counts says

they're talking about periods

and push-up bras.

Jen's easy.

Ten years from now,

a high-powered attorney.

I like that.

Yeah,

she'll be chewing up men

for a living.

And spitting them out.

Argh!

What about kids?

What about them?

Oh.

Do you think

you'll ever want them?

Em, I am one.

I'm sure as hell not

thinking about having one.

Okay, Serena's turn.

Oh, you're a writer.

Ah, awesome.

Thank you.

What about em?

That... that is also easy.

President of Sierra club.

President of the peace corps.

President of the

United States.

Okay, okay.

You guys are nuts.

We're not nuts.

You're the most brilliant

girl I've ever met.

And you won

most likely to succeed.

And yearbooks do not lie.

Wait, em... em is editor

of the yearbook.

How do we know

that she didn't rig it?

Because I won

most likely to succeed?

- Wait, what's that mean?

- Oh, come on.

No, everybody knows that

most likely to succeed

is just code

for biggest nerd.

Em, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No it's not.

It's not code for anything.

It means that people

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