He draws very carefully, sometimes with pencil, sometimes with watercolor, sometimes with sketch, and he has drawn several four-frame comics of JJ. The style is also very rich, there are abstract, impressionist, baroque, postmodernist, realistic, pop, in short, the category is prosperous, like a genius, he carefully collects the painted paper, in When I was in school, I had no place to hide, so I had to hide it in a lunch box.
One day, a tragic thing happened. The little girl at his next table accidentally touched his lunch box, so JJ fell all over the floor. After seeing it clearly, the little MM yelled and ran away, covering her eyes... and
then. The head teacher who didn’t have JJ asked him to give a lecture and ordered him to call his parents. So his father took him to see the psychologist with JJ. His mother took him to the pastor with JJ to exorcise the devil. The children regarded him as a love to paint JJ. It's a monster and look at it differently. . . In short, that life was very miserable. However, with the unremitting efforts of adults, he thrived and became a fat man when he was 18 years old. A fat man who would be bounced back after a car hit, he was about to finish high school. Like many American boys in the green era, he also has a few iron buddies who are inseparable. He is eager to end his junior career before entering university. He no longer draws JJ, and starts to talk about JJ. It is almost impossible to leave JJ. The degree of speaking.
He has two good friends. They are together, and they are as good as homosexuals---even they are really treated as gay couples by some classmates.
His good friend applied to Dartmouth University, Ivy, he didn’t, because he studied too much, and often talked about JJ to the teacher, resulting in low reviews, but he thought it didn’t matter, he secretly wanted to go to college What's so good, but I feel a little sad again, because I'm going to be separated from my best friend. And he likes to express his sadness with his mouth full of swear words.
The graduation party was held in full swing, no one invited him, and even some upstart children refused him to participate in their graduation party. Finally, by chance, he confronted him during the hands-on experiment class (that is, the cake making class). Teachers Fuck, Dick, Shit, and Damm gave a pass, to the effect that this Fuck course has a P-use, and the things made are like Shit, and every time my Fuck partner is absent from class, why don't you call me Fuck? Damm again. Then he bowed politely and said: Sorry, teacher, I'm swearing again. This time the teacher assigned him a beauty, and she was a very bold beauty. He came up and said to him:
Do you know? I'm not afraid of your vulgar words. Before the age of 12, my brother used to speak vulgar words to me. He never called my name but called me by my nickname: "Hymen".
He was immediately stunned by the beauty with long hair and fluttering temperament. In that class, he made the first unbaked cake of his life and was successfully invited to participate in the first party of his life. All this is because he has a four-eyed boy friend who can get a fake ID card to buy alcohol. They look forward to completing the coming-of-age ceremony with their favorite female classmates under the catalysis of alcohol.
The later story was even more interesting. They secretly went to buy wine, and a bunch of bizarre hilarious stories happened, but the last three of them didn't get what they expected.
There was a big drink at the party. He and his good friend helped each other back home, fell asleep on the floor, and expressed their divorce through the spirit of drinking.
"We will always be good friends" he said emotionally, and fell asleep after speaking, snoring loudly.
It was dawn and the first rays of sunlight shone on the floor. They woke up and separated after they were neatly dressed. They bid farewell to the high school days and moved towards a different life.
This movie is called "Super Bad" ("Super Bad"), a rare youth comedy, and I can't describe its most exciting part decently.
Youth is so fat, if no one is there, you should be able to talk about Fuck, Dick, Shit, Damm... TMD is so cool.
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