The Bet Page #4

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I got a present for you.

It's a go, b*tch.

You tell your little butt

buddies at that stupid

video store that the CEO

of Lucas' Gourmet Condoms

signed off on everything.

Rosenburg drew

it up in legal.

He's a Jew so I assume it's

binding and everything.

You know?

I'm gonna watch you fail

and I'm gonna love every

second of it.

Every damn second of it.

Is that...

Did you...

Can I go now?

Get the f*** out of here.

Let's the game begin.

-Cocksmoker!

-Better.

What the hell is this?

There he is!

That you, lucky

motherf***er, is a legal

and binding document.

That's right. Me and Jackson sat

down with Lucas' legal team

this morning and hammered

out all the details.

I have to sleep with

twelve girls this summer

or the Lucas'

get my house?

Well, you're renting your

house to that a**hole, Bob.

Technically, you

live in the garage.

What are you guys

lawyers now?

Well I actually had a lawyer

look over the details.

Hello! Offices of

Charles McDee.

And he may or may

not be my uncle.

A contract?

Yeah, yeah.

You good, man.

You're good.

But don't worry, man.

We did all the

legwork for you.

My god.

That, my friend, is nine

of your school crushes.

You actually picked out

most of them yourself.

Wait, what are the

two empty slots for?

You get to pick the

two wild card b*tches.

That's right. As long as we

can prove you went to school

with them, you can decide

whoever you want.

Well now I think it's time

for a celebratory shake.

-Gentlemen? Yeah?

-No.

100% alright.

Thanks though.

What the f***'s

going on here?

-Sorry, Bob.

-Sorry, Bob.

Sorry is right, you

sorry motherfuckers.

What's those white b*tches

doing on the wall?

These are all the girls that

Denton went to school with?

Yeah, he's

gonna f*** them.

He's gonna f*** them?

That guy is going

to f*** them?

He's going to get f***ed?

You don't necessarily have to

sleep with them so you know.

No, you just

gotta bust a fat nut.

It doesn't matter how.

Handy, beej,

missionary.

Old country,

doggie, bukkake.

Gang bang, facial, 69.

Cum dump truck,

shitty kitty.

Yo, I like that one.

Shitty kitty,

shitty kitty.

Or Siberian jizzsicle.

You know what I like?

F***ing Nigerian

cocksicle.

That's what I like.

The drill this sh*t out of

your big dry f***ing asses.

-Bye, Bob.

-Bye, Bob.

-Thanks.

-F*** you.

That's right. We just need

to have solid evidence

of each hookup.

Guys, I can't do this.

This is your chance, D.

Your biological cock

is ticking, man.

Dude, if you do this, you

get 100% of the Lucas

Gourmet Condom company.

You get everything.

All associated

properties and holdings.

The video store stays open

and we can still play ball.

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