Billie's Goldfish, chapter 2
Recap:
Tre has gone to the hospital due to his injury from Billie Joe's goldfish/pirana Nimrod. Mike is drunk off his ass, well, so is Tre, and Billie Joe is just enjoying the ride.
Tre's POV
Owwww, my most precious gems! How could this happen? Who got high? I seriously forgot who put that fish down my pants. And I kinda forgot where I'm driving.
Then it hit me. "Ohhh yeah, hey dumbass, you know! The hospital! To visit my friends!" I thought out loud. Said out loud. Spoke out loud, whatever.
My car swerved as I ran through the red light, barely missing getting hit. "You idiots! Watch where ya goin!" I yelled out my window. A guy in a hummer gave me the birdie. Wonder what his problem was?
I drove up the lawn of the hospital, and walked real slow through the Emergency room doors, holding my crotch "Yeah...my dick hurts, real bad....and I think I'm wearing a thong...but could you check on that?" I slurred, almost yelling, holding on to the desk just to hold myself up. Man, I was drunk like I was the night we won all those Billboards in Las Vegas.
"Umm sir? Are you drunk? And...uhhh...is that your car on the lawn? Someone just stole it." the nurse said.
"You're hot, wanna have sex? Ohhhh...nooo...my car!" I yelled. I tried to run, but my attempt failed, and I fell on the lawn, seeing the pretty flowers hovering over me. I curled up in a ball, muttering to myself, "Ohhh, pretty flowers!" I decided, well, my judgement was way off, to sleep on the lawn. Don't remember anything else. But that was fun, and my pain slowly went away. Excluding the alcohol poisoning and hangover. And the fun of staying the night at the hospital. Man, they have good TV, hot nurses, uncomfortable beds, and I get to wear a dress! Yeah, its creepy. But I get to run around with my ass showing.
The next morning I woke up, in the hospital bed, forgetting what had happened the previous day. Shaking my head and rubbing my eyes, my sight came into focus. There was a drip thing, whatever that was doing for me, something in my arm, and some food next to my bed. "Funny, I don't like oatmeal." I said to myself.
I hit the help button, making a few nurses run to my room. "Maybe I should stay here more often!" I thought.
They rolled their eyes, "What do you want, uh, Mr. Cool?" one of the nurses asked, peeking at her clipboard.
"You know, I hate oatmeal. Got any Trix?" I asked, looking hopeful. "Yeah, and something besides Tang, that stuff almost made me barf. I kinda don't feel like barfing, feels like I've been barfing all night." I said.
"You were throwing up all night long. And yes, we'll get what you want. Just rest, and by the way, you'll have some visitors later today. We'll discharge you tomorrow." the nurse explained. Man, she had a nice ass.
"Okie dokie!" I yelled out to them as they left. Super dee dooper! I get to stay another night!
Tre has gone to the hospital due to his injury from Billie Joe's goldfish/pirana Nimrod. Mike is drunk off his ass, well, so is Tre, and Billie Joe is just enjoying the ride.
Tre's POV
Owwww, my most precious gems! How could this happen? Who got high? I seriously forgot who put that fish down my pants. And I kinda forgot where I'm driving.
Then it hit me. "Ohhh yeah, hey dumbass, you know! The hospital! To visit my friends!" I thought out loud. Said out loud. Spoke out loud, whatever.
My car swerved as I ran through the red light, barely missing getting hit. "You idiots! Watch where ya goin!" I yelled out my window. A guy in a hummer gave me the birdie. Wonder what his problem was?
I drove up the lawn of the hospital, and walked real slow through the Emergency room doors, holding my crotch "Yeah...my dick hurts, real bad....and I think I'm wearing a thong...but could you check on that?" I slurred, almost yelling, holding on to the desk just to hold myself up. Man, I was drunk like I was the night we won all those Billboards in Las Vegas.
"Umm sir? Are you drunk? And...uhhh...is that your car on the lawn? Someone just stole it." the nurse said.
"You're hot, wanna have sex? Ohhhh...nooo...my car!" I yelled. I tried to run, but my attempt failed, and I fell on the lawn, seeing the pretty flowers hovering over me. I curled up in a ball, muttering to myself, "Ohhh, pretty flowers!" I decided, well, my judgement was way off, to sleep on the lawn. Don't remember anything else. But that was fun, and my pain slowly went away. Excluding the alcohol poisoning and hangover. And the fun of staying the night at the hospital. Man, they have good TV, hot nurses, uncomfortable beds, and I get to wear a dress! Yeah, its creepy. But I get to run around with my ass showing.
The next morning I woke up, in the hospital bed, forgetting what had happened the previous day. Shaking my head and rubbing my eyes, my sight came into focus. There was a drip thing, whatever that was doing for me, something in my arm, and some food next to my bed. "Funny, I don't like oatmeal." I said to myself.
I hit the help button, making a few nurses run to my room. "Maybe I should stay here more often!" I thought.
They rolled their eyes, "What do you want, uh, Mr. Cool?" one of the nurses asked, peeking at her clipboard.
"You know, I hate oatmeal. Got any Trix?" I asked, looking hopeful. "Yeah, and something besides Tang, that stuff almost made me barf. I kinda don't feel like barfing, feels like I've been barfing all night." I said.
"You were throwing up all night long. And yes, we'll get what you want. Just rest, and by the way, you'll have some visitors later today. We'll discharge you tomorrow." the nurse explained. Man, she had a nice ass.
"Okie dokie!" I yelled out to them as they left. Super dee dooper! I get to stay another night!
