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I'm gonna get a lot of

just all that old p*ssy

I had before I got there.

It's gonna be right there

waiting for me again.

Yeah, but I don't really

worry though about dying.

It's not so much dying a

virgin, it's just dying

without like...

Doing anything.

Turner:
Nah dude,

you'll be fine.

I've done a little bit.

Turner:
You'll be good, man.

That's why we're taking

this little vacay, man.

I'm gonna teach you,

you're my little cub,

my little baby cub.

All right, I can be the cub.

Turner:
Yeah

brother, that's right.

Brandon:
Suckling

on her nipples.

Turner:
Yeah, no,

no, no, none of that.

Well well.

Oof, oh man.

What the f*** is this man.

This is my uncle's house.

Turner:
Well, I mean, was

it in a fire or something man?

Brandon:
Come on.

Turner:
Place looks

like a f***ing turd.

No, it's rustic.

It's how it's supposed to look.

Turner:
Okay, all right.

I'm just saying, this place

doesn't exactly give me,

you know, warm cuddly feelings.

Brandon:
Isn't that why

you brought your shotgun?

You're just a crazy person.

Turner:
Just wait,

i got it, I got it.

Good grab.

Oh, a little chilly.

-Oh, sorry.

-Yeah, whatever.

Yeah.

Turner:
At least

the inside looks nicer

than the outside!

Oh, shotgun biggest room!

Brandon:
No way,

that's the coolest room!

Uncle's Mike recorded message:

Hey Jack, it's uncle Mike,

just checking in. I wanted

to make sure that you got in

all right. Uhm, look,

I'm not gonna be around

for the next week or

so, and I'm not gonna

have any cell

service where I am.

So I uh, I guess I'll just

see you when I get there.

Uhm, be careful,

all right kiddo?

Brandon:
I'll wake you

up with my midget porn,

you're not complaining.

You brought it on yourself!

Man...

Turner:
What the f***.

Bro!

-Brandon:
What?

-Turner:
What?

Oh, the breaker broke.

Turner:
Yeah.

What are we supposed to do?

Live like, f***ing

jebediah and his amish

goddamn band mates or what?

We'll call someone tomorrow.

No, I want a

flashlight right now.

Where's our flashlight?

I don't know.

Turner:
That's all right.

This'll work.

No it won't work!

I'm in the middle of a battle.

Can you pause it, please?

Would you pause it, Turner?

You're being inconsiderate.

Jack:
Oh sh*t, sh*t...

Sh*t!

I got there, I got

there to pick you up,

I can get home safe.

Dude, you only

have your learner's.

You don't have

a wallet on you.

You're wearing a garbage bag.

So where did you

sleep last night?

A dumpster.

Brandon:
Why-- why are

you sleeping in dumpster?

I don't know.

You know if it's something weird

like some fetish thing,

I get it, all right.

Let's just say I get it.

So you can tell me,

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