Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2011 21:55:23 GMT -5
Watch this vid Neil posted today. Then all will make sense. www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGeKSiCQkPw
“Food.”
Keith’s head perked up.
“Food.” Neil repeated.
Now Keith was sitting upright on the couch, fully awoken from his nap.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about it,”
Keith’s eyebrows lurched up. “Yeah?”
“So, I went to the kitchen,” Neil began.
“Yeah?”
“So, I went to the fridge,” he gestured to the tiny, shiny metal one. “And I got some bacon. You know, the maple kind?”
His mouth watered. “The maple kind, yeah?”
“And I thought, ‘I know someone who’s like this,’”
“Yeah?” he scooted further up on the chair.
“Yeah. ME! So I ate it.”
“Awwwwww, noooooo!!!” Keith cried, throwing his head down in shame at having not gotten it first. He glanced up with one eye. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope,” He seemed overly satisfied saying this.
“AWWW, NOOO!!!”
“And then I also noticed there was this…” Neil said, making Keith’s despair pause. “… BEEF,”
The surfers eyes widened.
“Steak, you know? So, yeah,” he said offhandedly. “I ate that too.”
Keith looked ready to cry.
“But then,” he started again, making Keith once more quiet. “I went back to the fridge. And I put something together, you’re gonna love this,”
“Yeah?” Keith waited on the edge of his seat.
“I took some chicken,”
“Yeah?”
“And covered it in cheese,”
He barely let him finish before coming out with another, “Yeah?”
“And cat treats,”
This didn’t deter him. “Yeah?!”
“And…I gave it to Damian!”
“Awww, noooooo!!!!” Keith threw himself back on the couch in agony.
Damian, who had been sitting on the other couch this whole time, was happily crunching away at the meal Neil had prepared for him. “Wow, Neil! I had no idea you could…wait. I don’t feel so good…”
With that, the boy ran from his seat and flew to the bathroom. The obscene noises he then proceeded to make were drowned out by the guwafulling Neil and Emmet.
“Geez, Neil!” Emmet chuckled. “You are a jerk when you’re drunk!”
Neil smirked. “Who said I was drunk?”
THE END
“Food.”
Keith’s head perked up.
“Food.” Neil repeated.
Now Keith was sitting upright on the couch, fully awoken from his nap.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about it,”
Keith’s eyebrows lurched up. “Yeah?”
“So, I went to the kitchen,” Neil began.
“Yeah?”
“So, I went to the fridge,” he gestured to the tiny, shiny metal one. “And I got some bacon. You know, the maple kind?”
His mouth watered. “The maple kind, yeah?”
“And I thought, ‘I know someone who’s like this,’”
“Yeah?” he scooted further up on the chair.
“Yeah. ME! So I ate it.”
“Awwwwww, noooooo!!!” Keith cried, throwing his head down in shame at having not gotten it first. He glanced up with one eye. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope,” He seemed overly satisfied saying this.
“AWWW, NOOO!!!”
“And then I also noticed there was this…” Neil said, making Keith’s despair pause. “… BEEF,”
The surfers eyes widened.
“Steak, you know? So, yeah,” he said offhandedly. “I ate that too.”
Keith looked ready to cry.
“But then,” he started again, making Keith once more quiet. “I went back to the fridge. And I put something together, you’re gonna love this,”
“Yeah?” Keith waited on the edge of his seat.
“I took some chicken,”
“Yeah?”
“And covered it in cheese,”
He barely let him finish before coming out with another, “Yeah?”
“And cat treats,”
This didn’t deter him. “Yeah?!”
“And…I gave it to Damian!”
“Awww, noooooo!!!!” Keith threw himself back on the couch in agony.
Damian, who had been sitting on the other couch this whole time, was happily crunching away at the meal Neil had prepared for him. “Wow, Neil! I had no idea you could…wait. I don’t feel so good…”
With that, the boy ran from his seat and flew to the bathroom. The obscene noises he then proceeded to make were drowned out by the guwafulling Neil and Emmet.
“Geez, Neil!” Emmet chuckled. “You are a jerk when you’re drunk!”
Neil smirked. “Who said I was drunk?”
THE END