We're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for one party and then leaving 'cause it sucks, then we're gonna look for this other party you heard about. But, Trent, all the parties and bars, they all suck. I spend half the night trying to talk to some girl who's eyes are darting around to see if there's someone more important she should be talking to. And it's like I'm supposed to be happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack? Half of them are nasty skanks who wouldn't be sh!t if they weren't surrounded by a bunch of drunken horny assholes.
Money baby, money
