The thirteenth episode gets pretty spooooky. An ouija board is utilized by Andrea to speak to the dead grandmother she borrowed her outfit from.
David and Scott stand outside the Walsh home taking photos of the slumber party inside. Where I'm from this is called peeping, possibly stalking.
Before Steve and Brandon can double-up on the club girls, they steal Steve's car. Steve isn't used to being played like a little bitch, that's Brandon's world, so he's understandably taken aback when he's scammed. He cries. Alright, Steve cries. I don't judge him for that shit. It's just a little cry and he will rebound into being his cool-as-shit self next episode. Maybe by the end of this episode. I fucking love Steve. Everybody hurts. Sometimes.
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