Dammit. Justin sticks a dollar in the g-string of a dancing boy. Brian snaps a dollar out of a different stripper's g-string. Pretty sure not even Brian Kinney's allowed to swipe money from a stripper. Brian hands the cash back to Justin and reminds him that he's saving up for school. Justin's bummed, drinking his nine-dollar vodka tonic at a strip club, damning his fabulously expensive nightlife and the curse of needing so many expensive clothes. Ugh, there's some dirty money close to that man's penis. Brian asks if Justin found a job. Justin says he tried twenty restaurants and nobody's hiring. One day of job hunting and he's finished? Welcome to the real world, Justin. Where Monster.com makes you think there are jobs out there only to find out that there's nothing nowhere, anywhere. Justin says the financial aid office told him that Justin's father makes too much money to get aid. Don't I know that story. They don't care if your parents aren't giving you any money. Brian says his offer still stands. "So does my answer," Justin says. A stripper asks Brian and Justin to help him down from the table. "See?" Brian asks. "Some people know how to accept help." Justin and I roll our eyes at the same time. Justin watches the stripper pull money out of his crotch. Justin hands him another dollar and comments that it looks like he had a good night. The stripper says it's nothing compared to the weekend. You know how strippers love to count their money in front of the customers. Justin asks if they're looking for more dancers. "Gary's always looking," the stripper smiles. Brian and Justin are quiet, thinking. Brian walks away.

Heh. Very geeky picture of Michael and Brian in high school with their arms around each other. Ben and Michael are up in Michael's old room looking through things. Ben says that Michael was a fat dork in high school. He says that Michael was a dweeb and Brian was a spaz. What the hell is going on? Michael asks if a spaz is better or worse than a dweeb. Ben says it's far worse. He says he has a thing for dweebs. And dialogue like a spaz. Michael's going through a box he says is his mom's old stuff. If it's in his own room, why has he never looked in here before? And if she's keeping this stuff secret, why did she put it in his bedroom? Why do I look for logic in this show anymore? Michael says his mother's never told him all that much about her high-school days, so now he's going to snoop around for some answers. Ben pulls out a pompon, puts it on Michael's head, and announces that Debbie must have been a cheerleader. "Maybe those were Vic's," Michael says. Michael pulls out Debbie's old yearbook. They laugh at the girls' hairdos. "Really boring," Michael says. He turns to Debbie's picture. I freeze the TiVo so you can know everything it says next to the picture of a young Sharon Gless: