Boy Toy Page #10

Do you know what? I like Porsches.

This one time when I was...

They call me Peaches,

like fruit, but sweeter.

And you?

George...

George from London.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's wonderful.

What are you guys doing?

- Uh, we're just celebrating.

- Yeah.

We're just overcome

with happiness.

We'll meet you there. We'll just be, like,

two minutes or something.

Or maybe longer.

Probably more like

10 or 15 minutes.

Ow. Maybe

half an hour, okay?

Okay, well, continue.

Yeah, we're nipping at your heels.

We're right there.

- Okay.

- We're with you.

- All right.

- You look great in a suit. No, you do.

- I'm not lying. You look amazing.

- Bye.

So do you, Norah.

- See you guys later.

- Okay, bye.

Is that my beard trimmer?

Yeah.

Sorry, man.

Get the... out!

You...!

- , you little b*tch.

We can't do this

nine times.

I'm not wearing

any underwear, you know.

So this is your genius

idea, eh, peeree guru...

Dead, abortion, dead.

This date's not

going well at all.

Also, I'm going on a date

with Norah this evening.

We're going

to the Horsetoad.

- What kind of bar is named Horntoad?

- Horn... horny.

Oh, coming?

Didn't you say simulate?

- Simulate, guys.

- Oh.

- What about Barb?

- What about Barb?

That's what I was

thinking too.

Yeah, you'll be working

at a women's health clinic

- inspecting moldy vaginas.

- Moldy vaginas?

Welcome to first class.

Damn it.

Why?

Stanislavsky.

I took him once

and he loved it.

Right, Robert?

His-s-s-story.

What kind of apartment... what are

you two doing in there, for God's sake?

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