IT IS SATURDAY,THE 12th AT 10:45

AND MY MOTHER IS AWAYAT A PARTY RIGHT NOW,

SHUT UP, TURD !

THAT, OF COURSE, IS THEVOICE OF MY BABYSITTER

SHELLY MARSH, AGE 12.

WHAT AREYOU DOING ?

I'M JUSTTHINKING OUT LOUD.

DO YOU HAVE ANYTHINGTO SAY, SKYLAR,

SHELLY'S BOYFRIEND,WHO IS SITTING RIGHT HERE ?

GO AWAY, TURD.

I'M SORRY, DID YOUSAY SOMETHING SKYLAR ?

AHHH !

REOWWW...

MEOWW...MEOW...REOWWW...

( purring )

MEOWW...MEOW...REOWWW...

YEAH, C'MONGIVE IT UP !

NO !

GIVE IT UP, BABE !

NO !!!

C'MON, BABY !

NO SKYLAR, I'M NOTPUTTING OUT FOR YOU !

WHY THE HELL NOT ?

'CAUSE I'M 12 !

YOU'RE NOT GONNAPUT OUT FOR ME ?

NO !!

WELL THEN,SCREW YOU, BITCH !

I'VE GOT PLENTY OF OTHERGIRLFRIENDS THAT WILL !

WHAT ?BUT I THOUGHTYOU LIKED ME !

IF YOU'RE NOT PUTTING OUTTHEN I'M MOVIN' ON.

THERE'S PLENTY OF CHICKSLIKE YOU OUT THERE.

SCREW YOU, PRUDE BITCH.

ME AND MY BAD-ASS GUITARARE GOING HOME-- HASTA !

GOTCHA !