"Actually, no, dude," Doosh said, sauntering over to peer over Warren's shoulder--just to make sure there wasn't any secret porn going on.

Nope. Just studying. Fuckin' lame.

At least his Axe bodyspray covered up the weird Frito smell Warren was always rocking. Go figure. Shouldn't a rich kid small like Armani or some shit?

"Nah, bra. They've officially proven that poli-sci is for little bitches and have agreed to let every one whose testicles have dropped stop taking the fucking class."

Doosh was hilarious.