Geography Club Page #4

When I'm nervous, little much my fingers twist.

Oh... I just don't wanna go home after school also...

...nor I can force you be my friend or... so...

Don't worry about your secret. I'm not gonna tell anybody.

So be honest... do you think I'm

a good football player, do you?

Yeah, absolutely.

Wait... do you think maybe one day I can win the Heimen?

- Whats?

- It's called the Husman, you sh*t tard.

- Shut it, alright?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Have you seen Ike? He left his phone in my car.

- Ah... No.

- Oh... Ok.

- Sorry.

- Are you coming today?

I don't know. Maybe... See you later.

Let me guess. One drunken night and

suddenly she thinks you two are dating.

- Exactly.

- Ah-ha... What a thing...

Now be careful 'cause it's all muddy.

- Would you just relax?

- Be a magic.

- Why just paint it black?

- Stay...

Stay still.

- I'm not moving.

- Stay still!

- Hey, did you guys read this?

- The school newspaper?.. Eu...

Ah... Eeverybody is reading today.

Mrs.Toles gave a controversial interview.

- The health teacher?

- Yeah.

- What did she say?

It talked about feelings and sex education and how

she was for a condom machine in school bathrooms.

It also talked about the time she

put condoms on cucumbers in class.

Today we can be working with wide variety of vegetables.

We got 2 cucumbers and of cause we have squash and cukini.

They now appear to represent the genetically unlucky.

It's well as those in probably other areas.

It would bring about ravishes to put in the background.

But listen to this... Wait... where is Russell?

- He's not answering his phone.

- What an ass...

Ah... anyway. "No one student complained to me

about my condom exercises," said Mrs. Toles.

"In fact three students came up to thank me."

So what is this have to do with us?

"As a health educator, it's my job to

teach all the students," Toles said.

According to Toles, that even includes gay students.

"There are gay and lesbian students at every

high school in the town, including ours."

"Just last week I talked to one of them

about support group for gay teens."

"The world is changing every day and I think

it's a phenomenal idea to estate it."

"When the school board found that she gave

this interview, Mrs. Toles was... suspended."

Now I'm guessing not an interview would have gonna

up to Ms. Toles to suggest a gay support group.

Guys, there are others like us at this

school and they're looking a place to go.

I'm not ready to be an outcast.

For real, there is no acceptance

for a 50-50 guy in this school.

You're whether being so selfish very now?

I mean, I never know I can date

girl who only cares about yourself.

Ba... I can't believe you just burried that.

Gently... grab the ankles of the child with one hand...

and raise its both... out of the diaper.

- Dude, this is retarded.

- Just do it.

- Why me?

- Because you're the Mom.

- I am the Mom?

- Yeah...

- And that so... means you are the Dad?

- Exactly.

- Oh... How am I end up the Mom?

- Ah... 'cause your man b*obs, Gunnar...

- An obvious.

- You're such an a**hole.

Ok... let us see... take a... take a

wipe and clean with the baby's oil.

- Hey, not be cool?

- What's that?

Kimberly's parents have this really cool lake house and...

she thought it we would be totally

cool if we gotta this weekend.

Trish will be there too... so...

won't it just be the coolest?

Yeah... just... just keep the

baby's bottom up while you wipe...

- Russell, please.

- ... near 3... 4... wipes...

- You!

- What's?...

- Why don't you wanna go?

- I just don't.

- Trish is so hot and she's into you...

Yeah, I know but... she's too cleany... and

everyone at school thinks that we had sex.

Yeah, I don't see what's wrong with that.

I'm not going... so... whatever...

Ah... as we used to take up dirty

and put it on the bed... so...

You know this is so unfair!

Now on the one second we're best

buds, and on the next--

you're Mr. Popular Football Guy.

And you not even noticed that I lost 10 pounds.

- I want skinny jeans, dude...

- I did notice.

You did not notice!

Look... Kimberly is the one thing,

Russell, the one thing that I truely

have gone for me right now and you're

so obsessed you don't give a sh*t.

F*** you, Russell!

Man, that is won't I take baby toy.

- I already come with you.

- No, no, you don't have to...

- No, no, it's fine...

- Yes! Sweet!

- See this sports bra?

- Yeah.

It's my sister's.

Look at him. He loves this.

Take it. Do not be p*ssy, dude!

- Put it on!

- Why?

It's our role. You're part of team, bro.

Yeah, that is a talent.

Let's get him out then.

That's enough, everybody!

And we are here.

This place's tight.

Yeah, it's been in my family as for alike...

a long period of years.

Isn't it place awesome, baby-cake?

I mean its tonight gonna be magical, or a what?

Yeah, totally magical.

Ah... hey, won't you ladies go inside...

and we will be there behind you?

- Fine.

- Ok.

- Don't be long, boys.

- Yeah, we won't.

- What the hell, dude?

- What?

- You're acting weird.

- Oh... sorry. It's... it's been a bad day.

Alright, just... just be homeman, ok?

Alright, Gunnar. What would you say.

I'm serious. Russell, don't screw this up for me.

- Who's ready to start drinking?

- Me!

- Yes.

- And do you like weights?

I rather not be, because... I

don't make like drinks b*tches.

- Hey, Trish?

- Yeah.

Isn't Mr. Donaldson like totally veinable?

No, it's not.

Oh, come on, he's such a lookable muffin.

Muffin is a something you leak, Kimberly.

Yeah.

That's rude.

My hands are cold. May I can have frozed by?...

- Yes.

- Shut up, dick.

- Let us take some shots.

- I love shots.

I don't want one.

- Seriously?

- Can you make me something else?

Whatever.

- Are you not drinking, sweety?

- I can't.

- You can't?

- Yeah.

Why not?

Ah... football... I get captain the team.

- Oh... That sucks.

- Here's your Dr. Peppermint mass.

- To getting trashed!

- ...trashed!

This thing is weedingly out.

- What is it?

- It's called the bass.

Oh, my God, it's so tripper.

- Ok, who's choice is it?

- Yours.

Mine?

Hmm... Trish just got touch Gunnar's dick, remember?

Oh, is really big.

Now it's your turn.

- Gunnar?

- Yeah.

- Say 'dare'.

- Ah... dare.

I dare your to make an hour with me.

Alright.

- Is it my turn now?

- But the game's over.

- I pick dare.

- What?

I dare me to just... freaking do it already.

Do what?

- What is... what is going on?

- Oh... I have to go.

- I don't get it.

- It's not you, Trish, I promise.

Russell, wait.

Do not worry about Trish. You did nothing wrong.

- Really?

- Oh, for sure. Yeah.

Ok, good, 'cause I... I don't want to hurt her, you know?

No. You don't. I know. And you should not have

doing it if you don't want to do, you know?

Alright.

No... I'm the one that's nervous.

- What do you mean?

- I really-really... I really like you, Russell...

...and mean... I only gone with

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