Bellflower Page #2
I know.
Seriously, that's gross.
I mean, it's a good way
to get sick too.
Actually,
I met this really cool guy
tonight.
Yeah?
He was going against me
in the contest,
and I totally schooled him.
Well, I am going to sleep.
Okay.
Good night.
Night.
#Havin'troubles tellin'how I feel #
#But I can dance, dance, dance #
#Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean #
#But I can dance, dance, dance #
Ah.
#So when I trip on my feet #
#Look at the beat #
#It was all written in the sand #
# When I'm shaking my hips,
look for the swing #
#It was all written in the air #
#Oh, dance #
#I was a dancer all along #
#Dance, dance, dance #
for what you do #
#Easy conversations... ##
#... Make up for what you do ##
Hey, Mr. Dancy Feet, you wanna
come and hold this for a second?
Yeah.
That girl last night?
Yeah?
Was f***ing crazy, right?
I know, dude.
She kicked your ass
at eating grasshoppers.
That's it.
I can't believe
it's finally finished.
I can't believe it's finally
finished, and we can't test it...
till we have one stupid-ass
piece. Oh, I know. I know.
Carlos said we'd get the piece
tomorrow for sure, so...
Oh. Better be.
What's up?
Huh?
Nothing, dude. What's up?
Dude, I cannot believe you ate
grasshoppers to pick up a girl.
No. I know.
That was retarded.
No. That's, like, something I would do.
Yeah.
Sweet.
Oh, f***, dude.
You should bone her.
Yeah.
You get her phone number?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, no. Actually,
I'm going on a date tonight.
Cool. Congratulations.
Thanks.
Oh, I'm going over to Elliot's,
- so if you finish with your little datey thing, you could stop by later.
- Okay.
Unless it goes super well.
till the morning.
- I wonder.
- And then we could test this bad boy.
Yeah. Sweet.
Mike, have you
seen my ChapStick? Get up.
Aha!
- See? Ha, ha.
- Wow.
What are you doing?
Getting ready.
Getting ready for what?
I have a date with that guy
I told you about last night.
Did you drop off
the rent check yet?
Um, no. I forgot.
Come on, Milly.
It's a week late already.
Oh, come on.
It doesn't matter.
The landlord has a crush
on me anyways.
That's him. Can you get it?
Mike?
Thank you.
Hey, is, uh, Milly here?
Who are you?
Woodrow.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, there, buddy.
Bye.
So where do you want
to go eat?
Well, I was thinking, 'cause
it's our first time hanging out,
I should take you
somewhere nice.
Uh, yeah. F*** that.
What?
I want you to take me
to the cheapest, nastiest,
scariest place
that you know of.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
If I don't get sick,
I'm gonna be pissed off.
Okay. Okay.
Okay. You know what? I think
All right. Where is it?
Um,
it's, like,
halfway across the country.
What? Where?
Texas.
Uh, me and Aiden
stopped there on a road trip.
Like, we didn't go in,
but it was, like, really scary.
All right. Let's go.
Shut up.
No.
What? You wouldn't actually drive all
the way to Texas with me right now?
I would. You wouldn't.
I am not scared.
I will absolutely go.
I am not scared either. I will go.
Fine.
All right. It's on.
Okay.
Okay. Let's go.
All right.
Are those for me?
Oh!
Yes. Here. These are for you.
Thank you. That's cute.
You're welcome.
Oh, um, this is for you.
Oh. What? What is this?
Just open it.
A whole box.
I felt really bad the other night
when I was making fun of your shoes...
Oh, yeah.
...So I got you some more.
That's really nice of you.
Oh, my God.
I know it's psycho getting you a present
on the first date, but...
Date, huh?
Shut up. Put them on.
Yes.
Why'd you come here?
Um 'cause California is the place
to go when you're from Wisconsin.
Totally.
So what is all this?
Aha.
Okay. Take one of
those Dixie cups. Okay.
And then put it
underneath the spout.
Okay.
And turn on the passenger seat
heat to pressurize the system.
Okay. And then it just works
by pressing the button.
Oh, my God.
What is it?
Does it look weird? It's
whiskey. No. Oh, my God.
Yeah.
Is it awesome?
Is it safe?
It's totally safe.
Aaah!
Dude, it's like...
It's like a James Bond car
for drunks.
So, you, like, built this?
Yes. Yes.
Okay.
It's, like, a hobby, I guess.
Okay. So tell me
about the flamethrower then.
Ah, the flamethrower.
So when me and Aiden
were kids in Wisconsin,
we saw Mad Max on TV.
Yep.
We recorded it
on a V.H.S. Tape...
and watched it,
like, a hundred times.
Totally.
And then our minds got warped,
and we decided that we
absolutely had to have...
our own flamethrower...
and, like, a Mad Max muscle car
that shoots flames out...
and has an engine sticking out
of the hood and is really scary.
And... Thank you.
And then, if and when the
apocalypse happens... Right.
We're set up to rule
over the wasteland...
with our gang Mother Medusa.
You know Mad Max, right?
Yes, I know Mad Max.
Come on.
Okay. Sorry.
I think I usually tell it better...
so I seem cool.
No. That was perfect
to make you seem really cool.
Okay, good.
I expect to become
an honorary member someday.
We could probably
work something out.
A Medusa, if you will.
Yes.
Yeah?
Yeah, we'll see.
Nice.
Oh.
For you.
Awesome.
And for me.
Woodrow?
#If you grew up with white boys #
# Who only look
at black and Puerto Rican porno #
# 'Cause they want something
that their dad don't got #
# Then you know where you're at #
#Mortaring your ear holes shut
in a rush with wet coke #
#In a Starbucks bathroom
with the door closed #
#On booze,
I'm left in residue and confused #
#Like the first time
you used soft water down... ##
Oh, sh*t.
I need a shot
to deal with this.
Here's a little one for you.
Uh... Oh, my God!
This is huge.
Cheers.
Well?
Check this out.
I'm scared.
That's good. You've done your job.
Do you see this?
What, the railroad special?
Yeah. Served all night.
And day-old meat loaf.
That's not half bad at
all. Well, well, well.
Look who got dipped
in the pretty sauce.
Did he just grab your ass?
Yes. That's fine.
Wait. Hold on a second.
No.
Hey, buddy,
you gonna apologize
to her for that?
- Why don't you take it easy, buddy?
- Dude...
Hey, I don't think
you're listening to me.
I'm dead serious
when I'm telling you right now,
I will beat the living
f***ing sh*t out of you...
if you don't apologize
to her right now.
Woodrow, let's go, seriously.
Holy sh*t.
I was the one
that was supposed to get sick.
Yeah.
That didn't go as well
as I thought it would.
Mmm.
Okay.
Are you okay?
Mm-hmm.
Mmm. Where did you learn
to fight like that, mister?
F*** you.
Whatever, dude.
F***ing badass.
Oh, hey. What's up, Courtney?
Hi, Mike.
Come on in.
Thanks.
What ya doing?
Uh, just having some people
over little later,
so I'm cooking.
Cool.
Fun.
Yeah.
So, have you
seen Milly lately?
No.
Do you know where she is
by any chance?
Yeah. She ran off
with some dude.
Woodrow?
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