The day seemed to go by slow. every once in a while, someone would come and buy weed off Jay and Silent Bob. But, for the most part, they just stood around and did nothing. Bess sighed, leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets. It was just so boring! The sun was going down and she was about ready to call it quits for the day.

Bess grabbed ahold of the boom box, grabbing the boys' attention.

"The fuck are you doing?" Jay asked.

She pressed a button, playing a tape.

I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to see my dear old dad.

Silent Bob gave a frown. It was too early for them to leave. The two f them always stayed in front of the QuickStop till closing.

"You're a quitter, huh?" Jay smirked. "I bet you're a spitter, too."

Both Silent Bob and Bess glared at the blonde stoner. Did his stupidity know no boundaries? Not missing a beat, Jay hopped from foot to foot excited.

"Want to go fuck around?"

Bess tilted her head confused. Just what did he mean by that?

"Bring the radio and you'll see."

She looked at Silent Bob who shook his head, rolling his eyes. Jay always did the most random things.

Jay smirked, putting a tape in the boom box. The three of them were in an old warehouse watching their friend make an even bigger fool of himself.

"Yo, check this out."

He pressed the play button, letting rock music play over the speakers. Jay pulled a case of contact lenses out of his pocket, putting one in to make his eye look white. He pulled his jacket off, revealing a black shirt with holes torn in it. Silent Bob approached him with a bag of flour as he kicked off his shoes.

This was just getting weirder and weirder. Jay began smothering his face with flour, making himself look batshit crazy. Bess looked at Silent Bob, hoping he would have the answers to whatever his friend was doing. Instead, Silent Bob opened up his coat, shielding Jay with a sigh. She could see the blonde toss his pants aside, standing in just his torn shirt... and a thong.

Silent Bob walked away, knowing how stupid this was. Just when Jay smiled, ready to dance, the music stopped. Bess gasped, seeing the radio was eating the tape. Improvising, Jay began singing while dancing.

"The beautiful people, the beautiful people."

This was just weird. Even Silent Bob looked like he was completely over it. As fast as he began, Jay suddenly stopped.

"Ow..." he groaned, touching his forehead. "Ow... dude... dude, it's in my brain! Dude!"

The flour he covered his face with had gone up his nose and in his eyes, giving him a massive headache.

"Ow, dude! It's in my frontal lobe, dude! Get it out! Yo, get it out, dude!"

Silent Bob shook his head. Jay was never going to learn.

hehe, inspiration taken from an old MTV spot.
/watch?v=zyNmWhmMtvI