The big life: A story for I_worship_tre_Cool., chapter 1
Another day in Sesame Street. Maybe I should..... Naw, I'm not gonna waste my life that easy, I'll call up Elmo. Ring, Ring, Rin-
"Hellomo?"
"Hey Elmo, it's I, the wonderful Big Bird."
"Haha, you should be a comedian." He joked, he's such a charcter.
"Oh, but I am." I joked back.
"Cut the crap, why'd you call? Did Cookie Monster take a shit in your nest again?" Elmo asked annoyed. I made him clean it up, last time.
"No, it's just.... Come over and I'll tell ya. It's kind of secretative."
"Ok? Be over."
"Later."
Five minutes passed by. Oh, there's that little fuzzy red dude.
"Hey I'm here."
"You are, I didn't notice." I said laughing.
"Look.." I started off. I showed him a small bag.
"What's that?" He looked puzzled.
"It's, erm. It's crack." He looked shocked.
"What's crack?"
"It's a drug you dumbass."
"Where the fuck did you find it?"
"Find it? I bought it from Oscar. I was thinking I should ring you up, and maybe we'll try it."
"Ok, just. I hope this isn't stupid. Like last time." Oh, he brought up that horrid pot experimenting time. I knda got a "Stoner Boner", if you know what I mean.
"It's not." I said opening the bag, and sprinkling the white stuff on my hand.
"How are we suppose to 'do' this?" I snorted it. Coughing a bit, I looked at him. He made an 'O' shape in his mouth. I poured some on his hand.
"Dude...." He said.
"Wha-?" I asked.
"Your eyes. They're already blood-shot, you sure I should try this?"
"Are you a pussy? Do it already." I urged him. Ha, ham. WTF?!?! Why, did I just think about ham? I dunno, that's strange. Ah, Elmo, finally took some. Ha, he's coughing.
"That shit's good." He commented. Suddenly I heard some music. I turn around to see Zoey walking by with a radio.
"What's that band? That's on?" I asked a little bit slowly. Since, everything around me is beginning to become loud.
"Oh, this 'new' band, they're called Green Day. They totally jocked us. Those assholes." Zoey replyed, she always looks so full of herself. That bitch. Sure, I banged her before. But, she fucked Cookie Monster, I mean who's lutty enough to fuck Cookie Monster? Zoey. Dammit, my head is killing me. And why is Elmo laughing?
"Hey! What's... So, funny?" I asked quietly.
"Your-your nose. It's so damn big!" He broke down in tears, and sat there, rolling around grabbing his stomach and laughing his ass off. That dick.
"No shit Sherlock."
"Hellomo?"
"Hey Elmo, it's I, the wonderful Big Bird."
"Haha, you should be a comedian." He joked, he's such a charcter.
"Oh, but I am." I joked back.
"Cut the crap, why'd you call? Did Cookie Monster take a shit in your nest again?" Elmo asked annoyed. I made him clean it up, last time.
"No, it's just.... Come over and I'll tell ya. It's kind of secretative."
"Ok? Be over."
"Later."
Five minutes passed by. Oh, there's that little fuzzy red dude.
"Hey I'm here."
"You are, I didn't notice." I said laughing.
"Look.." I started off. I showed him a small bag.
"What's that?" He looked puzzled.
"It's, erm. It's crack." He looked shocked.
"What's crack?"
"It's a drug you dumbass."
"Where the fuck did you find it?"
"Find it? I bought it from Oscar. I was thinking I should ring you up, and maybe we'll try it."
"Ok, just. I hope this isn't stupid. Like last time." Oh, he brought up that horrid pot experimenting time. I knda got a "Stoner Boner", if you know what I mean.
"It's not." I said opening the bag, and sprinkling the white stuff on my hand.
"How are we suppose to 'do' this?" I snorted it. Coughing a bit, I looked at him. He made an 'O' shape in his mouth. I poured some on his hand.
"Dude...." He said.
"Wha-?" I asked.
"Your eyes. They're already blood-shot, you sure I should try this?"
"Are you a pussy? Do it already." I urged him. Ha, ham. WTF?!?! Why, did I just think about ham? I dunno, that's strange. Ah, Elmo, finally took some. Ha, he's coughing.
"That shit's good." He commented. Suddenly I heard some music. I turn around to see Zoey walking by with a radio.
"What's that band? That's on?" I asked a little bit slowly. Since, everything around me is beginning to become loud.
"Oh, this 'new' band, they're called Green Day. They totally jocked us. Those assholes." Zoey replyed, she always looks so full of herself. That bitch. Sure, I banged her before. But, she fucked Cookie Monster, I mean who's lutty enough to fuck Cookie Monster? Zoey. Dammit, my head is killing me. And why is Elmo laughing?
"Hey! What's... So, funny?" I asked quietly.
"Your-your nose. It's so damn big!" He broke down in tears, and sat there, rolling around grabbing his stomach and laughing his ass off. That dick.
"No shit Sherlock."
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