Hitchhiking, no. Hitchhiking while drunk and looking pretty? Possibly.
I can hold my liquor, so it’s not like I couldn’t function if I was drunk. Pretty, though, couldn’t argue with that.
Well, I was actually for trying not to get off my so called ass, although that pizza idea sounds very, very interesting. I do live a little.. I live a lot, actually. The one night I decide to be lazy and not do anything there’s nothing on the television. Just my luck.
Here’s to hoping you get one of those raunchy porno situations where it’s a college guy with acne and not an overweight greasy middle-aged father of five. In that case, make sure you’ll actually eat the pizza so you’re not left with nothing. Laziness is for pussies, anyways.
Someone had to be hardcore checking me out to notice all of that.
It’s called being aware of your surroundings, Puckerman. That, and I made sure to scope out all of you guys when I first joined the Badasses.
You’re definitely one of my favorites.
Sorry babe. I’ve been kind of distracted lately with things going on. I’m back on form, promise. My mom has kind of been on my back so I’ve been slacking at paying you the right kind of attention. I’ll make it up to you. Tonight.
Aw, but I won’t stop until I’ve got that number one slot.
Make sure you do.
That’s kinda like Hell, right? Only worse. Sounds about right. That’s pretty badass, the Art of War thing the Kama Sutra part is giving me mental images. Hot ones, don’t worry. And now I’m combining the both of them and things are getting messy. None of that is on the SAT though, unfortunately for you. This is why I stay as far away as possible from crazy bitches. Well most of them anyway. You know what, that’s a compliment. I’ll take that. I’m also going to pretend that makes me your favorite, don’t fight me on it. Don’t kill the dream.
Come on, don’t tell me you’re the type to hold grudges. Wait, that’s a stupid comment. Ignore that. I’ll just focus on not pissing you off to that point. Even though I think it’d take a lot for you to want to leave us in the dust. What would you do, become a Skank? That’d be bad on your hair and your reputation. You’re better than that.
Nah, purgatory’s like the waiting room before heaven. Boring as hell, though. I wouldn’t be annoyed if you decided to go into detail about those messy images. Yeah, if only math was as interesting as destroying enemies and fucking. Right, most of them, because otherwise you wouldn’t be talking to me right now. Not to burst your bubble, Hudson, but I like all of the Badasses in a different way.
I’m the queen of holding grudges, actually. I know I’m better than that, my hair too, and even if I wasn’t, I couldn’t bring myself to spend any amount of time with those bitches. I’d probably just be a loner. Maybe make my own crew with corrupted underclassmen.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You say that until homeroom’s over and then you’re sitting in your first class and you’re just wishing you had a blunt or a beer or anything to save you from death by boredom.
Good! Will you have a way to get home after? Cause don’t count on me. ;)
Cute. If I don’t go home with someone else, then I guess I can just walk or find a ride or something. Hitchhiking can’t be too dangerous in Lima.
Oh, yeah. That’s right. Sometimes I forget there are people here that weren’t actually born and raised. It’s a weird place to end up otherwise. Dude, how do you know shit like that off the top of your head? I don’t know if that’s what it’s called but it sounds right. What the fuck? Really? I don’t know, I just assume it’s worse because guys are always worse. They’re more violent. Girls will be sneaky and tricky like that, but a dude will just smash someone’s skull in with the heaviest object available. Okay, okay. Those are all good points, stop using logic against me. Well you should have listened. For my benefit. I don’t need to want you to, everyone crushes on me. I’m the cute and lovable one of the bunch. Duh. But you’d miss us, we may be a group of mostly male misunderstood idiots, but we’re your group of misunderstood idiots. You can’t survive without us.
I think Lima’s kinda like Purgatory. You either find a way to get out or you spend forever trying. I don’t know, I have a good memory. I memorized most of the important stuff from Art of War and all of the positions in the Kama Sutra by alphabetical order. Yes, really. Bitches hath no fury, Finn. Especially not crazy bitches. I might agree that you’re cute and lovable, but that’s exactly the kind of guys that aren’t my type. I’d still sleep with you, sure, but not crush on you. I don’t crush on anyone.
If I left you guys in the dust, I’d probably still be too pissed about whatever I left over to miss you. Maybe I could survive. Let’s just hope nobody pisses me off enough to make me see for myself.
Did you mean all the time? Cause I’m always nice to look at, babe.
Sure, sometimes I wish you went without a shirt and wore tighter pants but that doesn’t mean I don’t see that if you look really closely, your mohawk is crooked, your skin looks leathery and your cheeks are puffy. Your hands look really soft, too, which means someone’s probably spent a little too much time alone with his lotion at home. Not that I expected anything different from a guy. Guess your sex shark rep isn’t quite as extensive as I thought. Shame.
I was not drunk enough, honey. Someone may have beaten you to the punch but I want to go out cause it’s been a while and I won’t say no to the company someone who can scope out men
And I won’t say no to going out and scoping out guys ever.