Sins of Our Youth

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- We knew it was

a terrible plan, but...

We were scared.

What made us think

we could deal with

something like

this by ourselves?

Oh holy night

The stars

are brightly shining

It is the night

Of the dear Savior's birth

Long lay the world

In sin and error pining

'Til he appeared

And the soul felt its worth

- I'm gonna

straight empty da' brass

on all these b*tches.

- Empty da' brass?

Where do you learn this sh*t?

- Want some?

- What's in it?

- Jack.

All I do is win win

win no matter what

Got money on my mind

I can never get enough

Every time I step

up in the building

Everybody's hands go up

And they say yeah,

and they stay there

Up, down, up, down

All I do is win win win

- Dude, stop rapping.

- Hey, Tyler.

- What?

- Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew.

Dead b*tch.

- Did Tyler tell you?

- Tell me what?

- Got the house to ourselves

for about five days.

- Nice, where'd the rents go?

- Ah, work trip.

Christmas vacation, whatever.

Something like that.

- You want something?

You got two hundred

and eighty two tickets.

- Okay, I'll have

the soccer ball then.

- No you won't.

Soccer ball is 300.

Pick something else.

- Come on man, can't you just

give them the soccer ball?

He's only 18 short.

- Maybe I should slam that

p*ssy mouth of yours shut.

- Now you got enough for two.

- I wanted the lava lamp.

- You said we were

gonna split it.

That guy was being a

douche, what was I gonna do?

- How do you know that kid?

- Who?

- The kid who gave

us the tickets.

- Oh, we live near each other.

During the summer

my dad throws this

neighborhood barbecue thing.

He and his older bro always

come with their parents.

- Should I ask him my question?

- Huh?

Snakes or circus music?

- No, don't make us look stupid.

- What?

- Did you tell Tyler

we're out here?

- Yeah, he said they're coming.

- Cool.

Hey, here they come.

- You guys getting drunk?

- Come join the party.

Klutz.

- Carlo.

- Night babe, miss you.

- You mind?

- My mom's pulling in,

you want a ride home?

- Uh, nah it's

okay, I got my bike.

- We could

just throw it in the trunk.

- It's cool.

Smooth.

- Hey Tyler.

- What?

- Audrey.

Tight box or what?

Sh*t.

- Try and f***ing talk

about Audrey again,

see what happens.

- I'm sorry.

For real.

Strobe light

Let me hit that sh*t.

Let me hit that sh*t.

- Guys, guys, guys, guys.

I'm drunk.

- Yeah.

- David, don't be a p*ssy, man.

- We just popped your cherries!

Drink that sh*t.

- Oh, I shouldn't be driving.

Look Carlo's mom, no hands.

- No hands, no hands.

- Cops, cops, cops.

Ah, you little b*tch.

- You almost spilled it.

You almost spilled it.

Wake up when you're

pleasure seeking

Take a break for

drinks or eating

Then it's back to

meet and greeting

- Hey, your parents

are out of town, right?

- Uh huh, why?

- I think we should go huntin'.

- Hunting?

- Yar.

For some reindeer.

- You're insane.

- No I'm not.

- We're not putting

holes in the damn roof

with my dad's guns.

- Yo.

Let's drag these

reindeer out back.

I wanna shoot sh*t.

- Yeah, me too.

- Tyler.

- David.

You and Carlo get those

things off the roof

and put them out back,

I'll meet you back there in 10.

- It'll be fun, man.

- Yo,

you got a key for this thing?

- Uh yeah, check his tool belt.

- Tool belt?

- Yeah.

Bathroom floor usually, I think.

- Damn, bro.

Your mom has big ass titties.

- Why don't you grow up, man?

- Uh, seriously?

Ty, hook me up.

- Scott, I said grab the key.

My dad's gonna kill me man.

- I couldn't find it, shut up.

Damn, that's the truth.

- Yeah it is.

All right, I've got the

M16, Scott's got the Uzi.

You guys, you have the pistols.

- We can't shoot the rifles?

- No.

And listen up, cause

I'm the only one

who knows anything

about this stuff.

- What are you talking about?

I went hunting with Dad.

- Once.

And you didn't shoot anything.

- B*tch.

Okay, so from my memory,

take your left hand, put it

on the butt of the rifle.

Right hand next to the trigger.

And then take the

butt of the gun

and put it on your

right shoulder.

And lean forward when you shoot.

- Why?

- Kickback and stuff.

Also, we only have

three headsets.

- So, one of us gets to go deaf.

- It's cool.

I'll listen to my music.

- Eh, a good idea.

- So how are we gonna explain

the reindeer to Mom?

- Watch where you're

pointing that thing.

It's live now.

- God, you stupid f***.

Here, let's do this sh*t.

- Guys, stop, calm down.

Be careful.

- F*** this sh*t up!

- God.

- Oh my God, that was awesome!

That was awesome.

Aw David, come on, that

was great, wasn't it?

- That was sick, dude.

That was f***ing sick!

- Hey, was that your

first time shooting buddy?

- That was it.

- Aw, we popped

his cherry, Scott.

- We popped his cherry!

You're such a d*ckhead.

It was great, wasn't it?

- That was sick, dude.

That was f***ing sick!

You popped his cherry!

That was so dope!

Come on, I wanna try that sh*t.

- David.

- Let me try this.

Where the f*** is he going?

- I don't know.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Are you all right?

- Don't look, don't look.

F***.

I was stuck in the ground

trying to cover my eyes

Trying to move

all of this light

Spent all night trying

to remember your face

Like trying to get

blood from a stone

- Serious.

How the f*** did this happen?

- Because we shot him.

- Who the hell is he again?

- His name is Bradley.

He lives about a

mile down the road.

- Do you got anything to eat?

- How could you be hungry?

Shouldn't we call an

ambulance or something?

- Not yet.

Let's just think

for a second, okay?

- My mom's friend is

an orthopedic surgeon.

We should give him

a call, for sure.

- He's dead, idiot.

What's an orthopedic

surgeon gonna do anyways?

Fix his feet?

- This isn't funny, Scott.

- He's still bloody,

didn't you say

you were gonna clean him?

- No, and how was I the one

that got chosen to clean him?

All right, it was

David's f***ing idea.

How the hell did I get

elected to do this, huh?

- Dude, chill.

- I mean, shouldn't

call someone?

The police maybe, or something.

- Call the police.

- Don't call the police.

- We should call his parents.

- Are you trying

to get us arrested?

- I'm with Carlo, we call the

cops and turn ourselves in.

- I'm not turning myself in.

- If we turn ourselves in we

can tell him it was an accident

and maybe they'll

let us off the hook.

- Everyone just

stop for a second!

It doesn't matter if

it was an accident.

Trust me when I say

it doesn't matter.

When I was a freshman,

I knew this guy.

He was driving home after

a football game, drunk.

And he hit this kid.

And they put him

away for a long time.

- This is different.

- Yeah, you're right.

The kid he hit lived.

Get it?

- Not really.

- He means that we'd

get fried for this.

- So do we know which

one of us shot him?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, we all

didn't shoot him right?

Like it had to be one of us...

- Oh, don't start

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