nova!!
you coming to party tonight, ostreicher, ya fuckface?
that junior chick?
yeah right. i got an idea for something new. how 'bout you guys actually locate your dicks, remove the shrink wrap, and fuckin' use 'em.
bullshit. from where?
hah! yeah, oz, i bet it's more like your dad works at her store.
hey, man, i'm not making fun. i'm fuckin' impressed. i mean, "footlong or six-inch, white or wheat," that's some serious shit to master.
meyers, what's the deal with you and vicky, anyway? you've been going out since homecoming and all she'll do is blow you? shit, i'd drop her like a steaming turd.
i do when i'm throwing them at your mom, you damn freak. alright then, see you guys tonight. i'll look for you in the no fucking section.
what party? there's no party.
try the house down the street.
you actually said that?! haaaah!!
this is pathetic. i'm gonna find me a little hottie.
suck me, beautiful!
check-out time! please vacate the room.
yep.
here, babe.
you're really beautiful.
uh huh.
doing what?
no way.
look.  . sarah. i wouldn't go telling stories or whatever about you. i promise.
what the hell are you losers doing?
dickhead! you gotta see this.
what did you cocks do to him? shit, if coach marshall sees this, he'll kick oz off the team on principle alone.
i think you need your balls reattached.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you dipshit, you're expecting to score with some goody-goody choir-girl priss?
hah! central sucks! choir chick? what the hell are you doing here?
well, just don't expect oz to pay for the limo.
what?? whatever -- look uh, don't forget -- my cottage after prom. on lake michigan.
my man oz, working it with the choir babes?
i'll bet you do, you little horndog, she's givin' you fuckin' stiffies, right?
yeah! sing for me! yes!
fuck me! you're gonna have a naked eastern-european chick in your house, and you're telling me you're not gonna take advantage of that?
dammit, jim, get some fucking balls. if you don't have the guts to photograph a naked chick in your room, how are you ever gonna sleep with one? now all you gotta do is set up some sort of private link or whatever on the net, and tell me the address.
shut up and watch this, you might learn something.
what the fuck is this?
this just got a hell of a lot better.
he blew it. literally.
you gotta be fucking kidding.
finch? shitbreak?!!
oh my fucking god. you're gay.
no thanks, you've been singing that shit all week. if you try that at msu this saturday, i'm pretending i don't know you.
no shit.
kevin! you seen shitbreak lately?
me? nothing. i'm the one whose ass he kicked. i'll tell you one thing, though. i don't think he's gonna have a problem shitting in school anymore.
this way, sit.
ugh. oh no.