Commercials. You know, I tried this Buffalo Chicken sandwich that the freak in the Subway commercials keeps hawking. It tasted like lukewarm used condoms with hot sauce on top.
At the high school, Jessica Martel and her band of gypsies are hanging out in the hallway and looking at the photo of Warren in the newspaper with the hot new lingerie model "Ava Hortona." The jocks can't believe Warren is dating lingerie models now. Jessica even "recognizes her from the lingerie catalog." Warren walks by, coolly says, "Jessica...boys," and keeps walking. He rounds a corner, where Diane is waiting. Warren's giddier than a kid with ADD and a bagful of quarters in a video arcade. He asks Diane if she saw what just transpired; she did. He can't believe that he finally has an aura of mystique and admits that this is the first time he's ever given off pheromones...if you casually overlook the time he didn't shower for three weeks. He tells Diane that she's awesome and holds up his hand to high-five. Diane looks disgusted and tells him that she doesn't high-five because there's nothing cheesier than high-fiving. I agree totally. Whenever anyone wants to high-five Uncle Bob, I just stare at them until they drop their hand out of embarrassment.