Driving Under the Influ, chapter 1
I sat in my sofa as I watched the boring new's. "Frank, can you clean the floor upstair's while I'm out?" Claudia asked me. "Why?" I asked her, not really intrested of doing it. "Because I'm taking Frankito to the foodstore, so if you could.." "Yes, yes, sure," I said and nodded. "And I want it to be done.." ".. When you come home. Thank's for the information sir." She rolled her eyes because I called her "sir." "Bye Frank," she said and went outside.
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As soon as she'd left I called Mike. "Hey, Mike, how do you clean your house?" I said at once when he picked his phone. "Uhm.. I clean my house." he replied. "But hoooow?" I said. "I'm bussy, this gotta be done before Claudia is back." "Back from where?" "The foodstore." "Alright Tré, you've got a problem." "I know. So.. What do I do?" "You clean your house. Bye." he said and hunged up. "Alright.. Clean the house. That probably doesn't mean's I'm going to lick the floor's.." I said and went upstair's.
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A minute later I was cleaning the floor upstair's with one of Claudia's favuorite pant's. "... Cause I wanna be the minority.." I sung happily as I was done with the floor. I looked at the result's. "It's never been better," I smiled to myself. "Hello?" Claudia's voice said downstair's. "I'm done," I replied happily and went down. "Oh, that's a surprise really," she said as I nodded. She went upstair's, and I knew she was going to be happy. I smiled to my son as I sat down in the sofa to watch some more boring new's. "Holy shit!" Claudia yelled upstair's. "What's wrong now?" I though and rolled my eyes. She came running down, and she looked very angry. "Wha-at?" I asked her. "What have you done with the floor upstair's?" "I cleaned it, just like you asked for." I smiled. "Do you like it?" "Like.. Like it?! It looked like someone puked all over the place! And with my favuorite pant's!" "Hey, that was my idea," I replied. "Yeah, and it was a stupid one," she said. "Go upstair's and do what a man should do!" "What should a man do?" I smiled. "Do some work for his ex-wife," she said, still looking angry. "And what kinda work would that be?" I smiled. "What about.." she said, but changed her mind. "Never mind. I'll do it by myself!" she said, and went upstair's again. "It alway's work's," I cuckled. "What alway's work's daddy?" Frankito asked me. "Aaah.. Nothing special really." I replied. The phone in the hall rang. "Can I take it?" Frankito asked me. "Ofcourse you can. Hurry up, cause if you don't they might hung up before you reach it." "Okey daddy," he replied and runned out in the hall. "Daddy, it's uncle Billie!" he yelled. "Tell uncle Billie that daddy is bussy," I replied. I had a really good idea coming up, and nothing could destroy it.
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As soon as she'd left I called Mike. "Hey, Mike, how do you clean your house?" I said at once when he picked his phone. "Uhm.. I clean my house." he replied. "But hoooow?" I said. "I'm bussy, this gotta be done before Claudia is back." "Back from where?" "The foodstore." "Alright Tré, you've got a problem." "I know. So.. What do I do?" "You clean your house. Bye." he said and hunged up. "Alright.. Clean the house. That probably doesn't mean's I'm going to lick the floor's.." I said and went upstair's.
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A minute later I was cleaning the floor upstair's with one of Claudia's favuorite pant's. "... Cause I wanna be the minority.." I sung happily as I was done with the floor. I looked at the result's. "It's never been better," I smiled to myself. "Hello?" Claudia's voice said downstair's. "I'm done," I replied happily and went down. "Oh, that's a surprise really," she said as I nodded. She went upstair's, and I knew she was going to be happy. I smiled to my son as I sat down in the sofa to watch some more boring new's. "Holy shit!" Claudia yelled upstair's. "What's wrong now?" I though and rolled my eyes. She came running down, and she looked very angry. "Wha-at?" I asked her. "What have you done with the floor upstair's?" "I cleaned it, just like you asked for." I smiled. "Do you like it?" "Like.. Like it?! It looked like someone puked all over the place! And with my favuorite pant's!" "Hey, that was my idea," I replied. "Yeah, and it was a stupid one," she said. "Go upstair's and do what a man should do!" "What should a man do?" I smiled. "Do some work for his ex-wife," she said, still looking angry. "And what kinda work would that be?" I smiled. "What about.." she said, but changed her mind. "Never mind. I'll do it by myself!" she said, and went upstair's again. "It alway's work's," I cuckled. "What alway's work's daddy?" Frankito asked me. "Aaah.. Nothing special really." I replied. The phone in the hall rang. "Can I take it?" Frankito asked me. "Ofcourse you can. Hurry up, cause if you don't they might hung up before you reach it." "Okey daddy," he replied and runned out in the hall. "Daddy, it's uncle Billie!" he yelled. "Tell uncle Billie that daddy is bussy," I replied. I had a really good idea coming up, and nothing could destroy it.
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