all the stories marissas told me this week that I've forgotten some of

blue balls

TRIGGER WARNING: Hannah Baker dies and madi is actually a cowgirl

boodup

alright ladies, let's begin.  so walt is an odd fellow and I'm pretty sure he's not Walt Disney so I'm not here for it sisters.  he's also pretty dang ugly (idk I've actually never seen him but he's apparently got a dig bick so I'm like) and isn't worth anyone's time
but oh
marissa was like "will isn't actually gae and this is America so I gotta show my OTHER GAE friend my underwearies.  hmmmm OOF wolt is gae he likes dicc" so she skeets her way to his sc and she shows him her underpanties and TURNS OUT HE IS ACTUALLY A GIRL and SHOWED HIS SUPER CUTE UNDERPANTIES TOO!!!!!!!!!!!???:)$//$/$$/$woah
but marissa was a lil confused as to why walt kept his d shaped slat shaker in his panties so she was like "brodie wtf is dhet"
and he pulled et DOWN
and she was like

ese faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now

 
they're on the road to nowhere!

 
Just keep still.

 
What? You're not dead?

 
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?

 
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.

 
I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

 
I'm going to Tacoma.

 
- And you?
- He really is dead.

 
All right.

 
Uh-oh!

 
- What is that?!
- Oh, no!

 
- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?

 
Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

 
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!

 
How much do you people need to see?!

 
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!

 
From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Oarl Kasell.

 
But don't kill no more bugs!

 
- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!

 
- You hear something?
- Like what?

 
Like tiny screaming.

 
Turn off the radio.

 
Whassup, bee boy?

 
Hey, Blood.

 
Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.

 
Wow!

 
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.

 
I mean, that honey's ours.

 
- Bees hang tight.
- We're all jammed in.

 
It's a close community.

 
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.

 
- What if you get in trouble?
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

 
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!

 
At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.

 
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.