Uglacy Week 11.4 The Short Shorts Return

Hmm, who might that be Woo-Hooing?
Hidalgo?



Ah, no, it's Beulah and her...
Great Uncle. Wonderful.



 -huff puff choke-
C'mon Hidalgo, Yoga's not that difficult!
"Can YOU do this?"
Fair point.



Ooh, bad luck Dally.



Hidalgo: "Whoa, Beulah! Kinky!"



Err, Beulah, while I'm impressed that you got into the Secret Society, you probably shouldn't imbed your head into the top of their limo.



Beulah: "Hey, why doesn't our house look like that?!"
-flicks head- Shut up.



Beulah: "Ah! They're swarming me!"
Hey, one of them might be your future husband.
Beulah: "But! My Ingy-poo!"
-shudder-



Hidalgo Thinking: "Hidalgo's body is so beautiful, he must show the people with his swimsuit!"
Erm, yes but that Chinese food is gonna make you as big as a house.
Hidalgo: -shriek- Oh my god! Stupid MunchieBot!



Take that you stupid cow!



Nice job, Hidalgo, just like your grandpa! Making flowers in your short-shorts!



And with a final ending the Sophomore year, I leave you for next time on the Bruty Uglacy!