How High Page #8

lose my cool #

Raging party

with open beer cans in hallway.

What's this?

Oh! Oh!

Sterilize hands tonight

with antibacterial cream

many times.

What do we have here?

Nothin'.

Aha!

Multi-socket extension cubes.

This is against campus

fire code section 1743

"Thou shalt not allow

multi-socket extension cubes

in dorm rooms. "

The extension cords themselves

are intertwined...

in the most flammable of ways,

and they're producing

an immense amount of heat.

They could cause an ignition

at any point and igni--

# I smack him with my dick

and the mike #

# Y'all niggaz is characters

Not even good actors #

# Hmm, let's add up

all the factors

# You wack, you're twisted

your girl's a ho, you broke

the kid aint yours #

Well, I'll be damned.

What is that?

It's just a baby.

-

-

This ain't no damn baby.

What kind of sh*t is that

hangin' out the back?

I need to get her home.

Excuse me.

How's it going, Mad Hatter?

Come on.

# Y'all gonna make me

act the fool #

# Up in here, up in here #

We gonna kill

these motherfuckin' b*tches,

huh?

Hey, look at them

b*tches here. Look.

Hey, little baby b*tch.

You little b*tch,

you better get up off of me.

Where's my b*tches?

Yo, what's up, homies?

Where my b*tches at?

Where our b*tches?

You got the voice down,

but those outfits no good.

What's wrong with my sh*t?

Homey, please.

Your Halloween costume.

If you pimp, you broke pimp.

You know you

f***ed up, Woody.

Come on with it.

Baby powder?

What smell that is?

You changing diapers? Ah!

Ah!

What the f*** is all this?

What y'all three b*tches want?

- Tell them, Powder!

- We already got p*ssy.

Y'all come back later.

I'm about to knock you

the f*** out.

I'm gonna do the knocking out.

Come on with it.

Oh!

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Where you going?

You gotta stay.

Campus-smelling

little motherf***er!

Plus, there's no room

in the limo!

I'll be back for you, man.

You ain't gonna need that.

-

- The cops!

Somebody owes me

for one night's worth of

flat-back f***in' up in here!

Whoa!

This is exhilarating.

But don't get the wrong idea.

Megan and I have never done

anything like this before.

We're virgins. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, both of us.

Molly and I are really into

D'Angelo. Do you have any?

Ain't that a--

Hell, no, we ain't got no--

And while you're

sittin' in this car,

you don't run sh*t.

- Tell them, Powder.

- Dick drive this car, not p*ssy.

-

- Oh, you think it's funny, b*tch?

This is pimpin' here.

I been on Wheel of Fortune,

Price is R--

- Oh, b*tch. Come on with it.

- You'd rather piss eau de crude

than piss off Powder.

Oh, that's fine.

Keep on laughin'.

Bring your face over here.

-

- Pay that sh*t.

Oh.

Wow. Ooh.

Man, ain't no more.

All of Ivory's ashes

was in just that plant.

Now let's go see what this

Dean Stick Up His Ass want.

He probably gonna curse us out

about that wild-ass party.

Man, that party

was not that wild.

Yeah, it did get

a little out of hand.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Sex novelties,

obscenity, fighting,

indecent exposure,

rock bands,

without a permit.

Welcome, gentlemen,

to academic probation.

Damn, who gonna be our P.O.?

How charmingly ghetto.

You're dismissed.

We ain't got no Ivory,

we about to get kicked

the f*** out of here...

and what the f***

are you doin'?

Oh, I'm workin'

on my truth serum.

Why you gotta sound

all belligerent about

my sh*t anyway?

Belligerent?

Yeah, belligerent.

As in abusive or truculent.

Yo, you keep on usin' them

big-ass Harvard words,

and your ghetto pass

is gonna get revoked, buddy.

Why don't you go pick up

a book or something?

If I get this sh*t right,

I get an A in botany class.

- Ah, motherf***er.

- When I was 12,

I used to love watching

my dogs hump.

- We used to have a good time.

-

- Whoa!

- Ah!

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh!

- What the f*** is that?

-

I'm gonna have to tweak

this sh*t a little.

Me hungry.

I say we burn them books,

go to that graveyard,

find us a smart dead guy

and smoke his skeleton ass.

We sit down, blaze up,

hit the books

for a few hours a day,

we got this.

I'm tellin' you.

We don't need no smart dead guy.

Woo, hoo, hoo, hoo!

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Light that sh*t up.

Hit them books!

# One, two,

One, two, three, yeah #

# In-slum-national underground

Thunder pounds when I stomp

the ground #

# Like a million elephants

with silverback orang-utans

You cant stop a train #

# Sittin in a drop-top

soakin wet, in a silk suit

tryin not to sweat #

# Hittin somersaults without

the net, but this'll be the

year that we wont forget #

# One nine nine nine

ano domi ni, anything goes #

# Dont pull the thang out

Unless you plan to bang #

# Bombs over Baghdad

Yeah, yeah #

# Dont even bang unless

you plan to hit something #

# Bombs over Baghdad

These are our midterms?#

See what I'm sayin?

See what I'm sayin?

All "F's, " son.

We are f***ed.

F***ed, f***ed, f***ed, f***ed!

How did I fail

women's studies?

I love b*tches!

What are we doing?

Looking for

a smart dead guy.

Well, guys, hey!

This guy 'll do.

He's a president.

Yeah, he should know

all the f***in' answers.

Answers?

What are you talking about?

Wait, no, no, no! You can't

dig up somebody's grave!

That's disgusting!

You guys don't think

that there's anything wrong

with this?

Huh? You guys are f***ed up!

What are you gonna do

with this now?

Ah, sh*t!

Oh, God!

Stop actin' like

a little b*tch!

Get the body.

What the f***

are you doing?

Get the body. You should

have some more respect

for an ex-president, a**hole.

Come on.

Put this sh*t on your back.

Oh, God, no!

Get up before I smack

the sh*t out of you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, my God. It's so good.

Fly! Go fly!

Yo, Silas.

What's up, dog?

-

- Whoa, who are you?

Do you see me?

- Relax! Relax!

- Open, window! Open, window!

Yo, what the f***

are we gonna do now?

F*** you think we gonna do?

We gonna smoke his ass,

then we gonna start

askin' questions.

Wait a minute. Didn't

you put the ashes in the soil

before you grew the plant?

We ain't got no time for that

sh*t. We gotta grind him now.

Get this arm.

No, no, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait.

This is

a motherfuckin' president, man.

What the f*** are we doin'?

You wanna stay in Harvard

or what?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa!

I Need Money,

did you check him for any

jewelry or money or anything?

F*** all that, man.

Listen, I'm cuttin'

this arm now.

Get the arm!

Get the arm, man.

Y'all calm down!

We got this. Calm down.

-

This is insane.

- Oh, sh*t!

You is a nasty

motherf***er!

I can't smoke a finger!

-

- This sh*t's not workin'.

Hey, what up, bros?

I didn't know that you guys

were gonna be here.

I saved your plant.

What did you do to it?

This is a special plant.

- I know.

- You stole our plant!

Damn right, he stole your plant.

Yo, Silas, this idiot smoked up

all the plant.

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