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As Andrew falls under the spell of the randy Hormone Monster, his buddy Nick becomes obsessed with the lack of changes in his own body.
♪ Passin', dribblin', bouncin', jigglin' ♪
-Good night, milady. -Good evening, good sir.
-It's a palindrome. -Yeah.
-you do get equal pay. -Your dad's a scumbag DUI attorney.
-They're always "so busy." -They're a gaggle of rancid cunts.
I regret one fight I had with my saxophonist, Studs Dupree.
I had a bald little cashew,
Pay the snuggle tax.
Too bad he can't afford tweezers for that unibrow.
Yeah, we're wearing a ton of hairspray, you psycho!
Don't be afraid to lead with your groin, the world's slowest hula hoop.
thinking, "Meow-meow, who's got the cream?"
That weasel bailed on you. He's such a slippery little shit.
-♪ Big dicks shootin' hoops ♪ -♪ Hoops, hoops! ♪
Hey, ladies, you havin' fun?
But Jay's been brag that he's gonna get fingered at the dance.
I bet you're all, like, completely distract by the big dance,
nestle in a thick robin's nest of pubic hair.
Her eyes are dart back and forth,
I regret one fight I had with my saxophonist, Studs Dupree.
That weasel bail on you. He's such a slippery little shit.
I knock the wind outta my balls.
-Okay, can we be excuse? -Once you pay the "snuggle tax."
It's because I panic. What am I gonna do?
-You smell like fresh-buttered baby. -Give me a whiff.
I'm trap between two realms. [laughing]
Oh, hi, Andrew. Would you perchance like to celebrate the autumnal equinox
Either that or you have grossly misquoted him.
LaGuardia, and, technically, I live in a storage unit, so...
Nicky, a man can touch another penis or even kiss one, very lightly,
-and honestly, it was too much for me-- -Okay.
And then, you kinda jhoosh it down.
and more importantly her emotions, it doesn't matter.
Wow, Jay! I could barely tell
I literally never gave a shit about this from the beginning, so--
♪ And I hardly know... ♪
We're not actually butt buddies anymore.
You're a perfectly normal gross little dirtbag.
but I think we're basically on the same page.
But it looks like my supe hot eighth-grade date has arrived.
Oh, hi, Andrew. Would you perchance like to celebrate the autumnal equinox
-Good evening, Jessica. -You psyched for your "big date"?
So should I pay for my ticket in ancient Sumerian silver?
I get it. Mesopotamian silver mines
then travel down the Fallopian tube.
I love magic! It's like juggling, but it's definitely more confrontational,
-Oh, I would, Missy, but-- -Hey, are you out of your goddamn mind?
Because his pubic hair looked like feathers.
From the corner! Swish-hh!
"Fallopian." What a savory word.
I'm just here to give your friend a nocturnal emission.
-They're always "so busy." -They're a gaggle of rancid cunts.