Love Tasting (Ostatni Komers)

This is the day, this is the day

That the Lord has made, that the Lord has made

Let us rejoice, let us rejoice

And be glad in it, and be glad in it...

This is the day, that the Lord has made

let us rejoice and be glad in it.

This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made.

Great.

- God Bless. - God Bless, Kuba.

I was thinking...

Would you like to take part in the end of school year Holy Mass?

Carry offerings to the altar?

- Dope, I guess. - Yes?

- Would like a companion? - Maybe Monika?

Monika... Why not? Are you two together?

- Yes. For a few days now. - A few days. Great.

- So we have a deal? - Yes.

I'm very glad.

- God be praised. - Forever and ever, amen.

Okay, are you ready?

Give me that, we don't have a lot of time.

Three quick puffs each, okay?

I can't do it that fast.

Will mom be at the church today?

She said she's got a cold and sauna burns away the germs.

When I asked her if it has to be today...

...if it has to be today, she said "yes" and got offended.

That's our mom.

What the fuck are they drilling through?

- Okay, I'm off to the pitch. - Cool, see ya.

Sit down.

When did he get so muscular?

While he was repeating a grade, probably.

- Wonder if he grew in other places, too. - What's it to you?

- She's got a new guy, I'm curious. - I didn't penetrate the subject yet.

"Yet."

Not bad.

Take your tee off.

What do you want me to do?

Do something.

Yo!

What's up, dude?

Okay, I'm hitting the pool.

Yo, what's up?

Hey, guys. You dyed your hair, you lookin cool! Hey, sweetie.

Hey, girls! Hey, man, didn't recognize me?

You can't enter with your clothes on.

- What caption? - I dunno.

Look, Yellow is about to jump.

I have to tell you something.

I think I have a boyfriend.

Who?

Yellow.

Forty likes so far.

- That's poor. - Yeah.

- Did you tag me? - No. I'll do it now.

Tagged.

Why won't he come to you?

Would be lame if people saw him hanging out with a 15 year-old, right?

- What do you want? - Hi, Oli.

Go say "hi" somewhere else.

We have important things to discuss. Fuck off.

Yellow, watch out!

Jesus, I'm sorry.

You have a great serve, you know?

Not always, as you can see.

Still pretty good How old are you again?

Fifteen. I turn this year.

I thought you're thirteen.

- It's cool, don't worry about it. - Bye.

What's up?

I told the girls about you and Yellow.

You're not mad, are you?

No, but keep it between us, okay?

How is it with Yellow?

It's OK.

Just don't tell anyone at school because I could be in trouble.

Kwiatkowska's folks grounded her for a month for making out with an older guy.

- She was turning 15, he was 18. - Fifteen is fifteen.

Yeah right! There is a difference if you're born in January or December.

True.

Hey, bro!

- Who's got a joint? Pass me the joint! - Fuck off.

- How old are you? - Forty!

More like fifteen.

- Come on! - What? You heard him.

Fuck off!

You will want something from me, Baldy.

What could he possibly want from you?

How old is your brother?

- Dunno, fifteen? - So I was right!

Super smooth.

Here. Cover yourself.

Thanks.

He really likes you.

Okay, let's go.

Are you out of your fucking minds? Turn that down.

Tomek! Come get the groceries.

I'll come by later.

Give me that.

Give it to me, I'll do it.

So now.

You even it out.

You stretch it.

And you roll it up.

- Here you go. - Nice.

OK, let's just smoke it.

Okay. They just killed me, anyway.

On the balcony?

Yeah.

- I don't know if she came. - I would know.

When it comes to that, chicks are great actresses.

- They do know how to pretend. - Right?

- So how did you know she came? - You just know.

- Hey, dawg. - What's up?

Do you want to shave me bald?

- What, your head? - Yeah.

Are you sure about that?

Think so.

Come on then, I have a shaver.

But you're cleaning up after.

We're putting on a great show with the girls.

Why weren't you there?

I got baked at Kuba's place. Stayed there until 5 AM or so.

He's not texting me back.

Probably still sleeping. We don't really have to go to school anymore, right?

Did you talk to him today?

No.

I guess you don't have to go to school if you wanna repeat a grade again.

Dope hair.

Or rather lack of...

What's your problem?

Nothing.

Remember when you first showed up with that blonde hair?

I was at church, in a queue to the confession booth.

Owczarek said: "Rutkowski dyed his hair like a faggot".

I got pissed off and smacked him in the face.

And then I had to confess it.

I don't remember any of that.

I thought you liked the hair.

Stop thinking so much, then.

Chill out a bit, okay?

Tight ass.

Hey.

Yo.

- Yo, Baldy! - Hi.

- You ready? - Partay at the Pyramid!

- But they won't let me in. - They will.

- Okay, but I gotta be home by 11. - Deal.

Let's black out. Grab your chick.

- Hi. - Hey.

Julia, I'm pregnant.

So what now?

I don't know.

- Does Yellow know he'll be a father? - Oh fuck.

Someone says here you don't get a period.

But this other girl says you can still have it.

That your breasts hurt,

and that you should go to a gyno to make sure.

Why not go to a doctor and check it?

Sure. So that everyone here finds out.

Hi, Oli.

I read that when people who love each other kiss,

it creates a massive flow between the anuses.

- What? - Sick shit.

What the fuck are you reading?

I'm sorry, but what the fuck?

I think you should have a YouTube blocker

or the entire Internet, or something.

But I didn't see that on internet.

That's even worse. Where? In a fucking book?

I think... I read it on Reddit.

Oh right, that's not on the Internet.

It looks fucking amazing.

One from the side now.

Now you take one.

Come on, dude.

Why your eyes so red?

Dunno.

- Why the fuck aren't you picking up? - You called?

I didn't hear it. I'm sorry.

- Will you put sunscreen on me? - No.

- Come on...do it - You think "I'm sorry" is enough?

I'm sorry. What else do you want me to say?

- I didn't hear it. - Dunno, maybe turn your ringer on?

- Will you put the cream on? - No.

I can do it.

Okay. Cool.

What are you doing?

Go ahead, then.

Keep doing that.

What?

Am I bothering you?

C'mere.

Let it go.

Come here.

- Give me back my hoodie. - What?

My black hoodie I gave you so nobody'd see the hole on your ass.

- Oh, that. Thanks. - Fuck your "thanks". Give it back.

I don't have it here. Chillax, you boob.