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What the f*ck?!

Rachel...

Fu...

Oh, f*ck...

Die, motherfucker! Die!

You have to be brave.

Okay?

I am being brave.

I know you are.

Your mom would be

so proud of you.

I wanna go see.

What?

I wanna go see him.

I don't know if that's...

I need to go see him.

Jesus Christ.

Heh. Yep.

Pretty much sums it up.

I'll tell you this much.

I've always considered myself

to be a pragmatic man...

But this?

You think she's jinxed?

I don't know.

What do you think? I...

I mean, going through

what she's gone through...

twice...

I just..

What does that do to a person?

Spring-fucking-break, pussies!

- Hey, how you doin'?

- How you doin'?

Oh, do you want...

- Yeah, I do, actually.

That's nice. That's good.

I rolled it!

Jacob, by the way. Hey.

Hey.

One... two... three!

Aah!

Hey, Bonnie!

Hi, Donnie. Oh!

You look

fan-fucking-tastic tonight!

You are so sweet.

And thanks so much

for throwing this party.

No, you know what would

be really sweet?

Tell me.

I want to lose

my straight-fucking-v card

to you tonight!

Like right now!

Okay, so I don't think

we should do that tonight.

No, no, like,

let's do it right now.

Okay, I think you're

a little drunk, babe,

and also gay.

I'm ready for this...

right...

Okay...

Oh, my God,

Bonnie, you smell so good!

What the f*ck?

What's with him?

Tell me you finally dumped him.

I don't even know.

Sam is wasted.

I anticipated you wanted this.

Yeah, but not

with this much ice.

Bye.

God, he probably

rufied this shit, anyway.

Any who, you should

seriously dump him.

Do you want me

to do this for you?

I don't know...

Maybe.

- Okay.

- No, no.

Okay, listen, Rachel.

The second you let men

have control,

Your relationship is over.

You just need

to stick up for yourself

and you'll be fine.

Let's go shopping tomorrow.

Hi, I'm broke.

Hello, I'm not.

Bonnie!

Are you fucking serious?!

Oh, my God.

Lisa, I am so sorry.

Here. Let me get that for you.

- Yeah, okay. It's fine.

Bonnie...

So good to see you.

I'm gonna miss times like these

when we graduate.

Oh, my God.

I know.

I can't believe

we're about to graduate.

It's, like,

almost time for Botox.

I know.

Those bags of yours, they're

really starting to set in.

Go to hell, Lisa.

Only two more months

'til graduation!

Who else is excited?

- Oh, my God. Don't remind me.

My dad's been pestering me

to find a job.

Financial independence.

Shit like that.

Mine too,

but then I reminded him

about the time I caught him

face-fucking my babysitter,

so, yep, no work for me.

Yay...

But seriously, girls,

this is our last

spring break together.

We should definitely

do something fun,

Like maybe a girls' spa day

or something.

Or we could go to Maui.

We could stay

at the Four Seasons.

Hmm, Cancun?

Cabo's nicer.

More like Ca-boring.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Why don't we talk to the guys?

I'm sure that they'll have

some good ideas

Which might not

put me into debt.

Okay, Rachel, come on.

The guys?

Seriously? Is she still

having separation anxiety

from that thing

that she follows everywhere?

Sure, he can be a jerk,

but he has his moments.

- Right.

- Okay, Rachel.

Well, anyway, since you spilled

most of my drink,

I need a refill.

I guess I'll come.

Come on, let's go.

Can somebody clean this?

Rachel who?

It's spring break, brohemians.

Can't fucking wait.

So are you and Rachel Who

doing something special

for spring break?

I dunno...

Maybe anal?

Gross, dude.

Dude, that's fucked up.

You guys still

haven't done anal?

That's Jesus' favorite hole,

by the way.

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