Billie's Goldfish, chapter 8
*Recap*
After their amazing time at the Billboard awards, Billie, Mike and Tre were on the covers of mostly all fashion magazines, for example, "People Magazine's Best and Worst Dressed of the Year" Billie was #1 worst dressed with the accessory of the "disposable cat" on his head. But his faithful followers showed up everywhere the next day with their cats on top of their heads, furless, crazy and all. Ah, yes, Life was good, but Billie's mission never failed to cease.
*End of recap*
Billie, Mike and Tre were on their way ti another petstore. No dogs, no cats, nothing that can fit into Tre's pants, and no ponies, due to Tre's mortal fear of them.
"Jesus Christ, just get a damn guiniea pig!" Tre whimpered as he pointed and jumped up and down spastically at the guinea pig cage.
"No...no...no....how about.....a......something." Billie mumbled as he stared at cage. "Dudeeeeee.......is that Scooter Libby in that cage?" Billie asked Mike. Mike suddenly turned around, facing the cage.
"Holy mother loving fucker...that's Scooter Libby!" Mike said. "Get him, get him! You have to! This is abso-fucking-lutely awesome!"
"Dude, I'm gonna call everyone and say that Scooter is my pet pony dog thingy!" Tre said, now picking out a pink collar and leash for Scooter.
Scooter said, "I'm not a cannibal! Get me out of here! I'm not a damned pony dog! Grrrr!" Tre, Mike and Billie laughed at this.
"Now that's a good Scooter, be quiet, we'll get you out of here, and then we'll take you for a walk!" Billie said, excited to own a part of the Bush administration, while insulting them at the same time. This time though, he wouldn't be able to kill Billie or Tre or Mike cause Scooter was trained not to kill, like the good pony dog he is.
Billie paid for Scooter, and made his way to his truck, with Mike and Tre in the cab along with Billie, and Scooter in the bed of the truck, drooling and making barking sounds at passerbys. The drivers that past by, looked at Billie in the driver's seat with a wierd look on their face, like, "Dude, that idiot's crazy!" And, "That should be on the news...as of....now."
Billie and them made their way back to the house, and put scooter in the pack year, chained to the gound by a stake, and put in a dog house. Poor Scooter? No, more like poor Tre, who has the job of picking up Scooter's shit every day.
After their amazing time at the Billboard awards, Billie, Mike and Tre were on the covers of mostly all fashion magazines, for example, "People Magazine's Best and Worst Dressed of the Year" Billie was #1 worst dressed with the accessory of the "disposable cat" on his head. But his faithful followers showed up everywhere the next day with their cats on top of their heads, furless, crazy and all. Ah, yes, Life was good, but Billie's mission never failed to cease.
*End of recap*
Billie, Mike and Tre were on their way ti another petstore. No dogs, no cats, nothing that can fit into Tre's pants, and no ponies, due to Tre's mortal fear of them.
"Jesus Christ, just get a damn guiniea pig!" Tre whimpered as he pointed and jumped up and down spastically at the guinea pig cage.
"No...no...no....how about.....a......something." Billie mumbled as he stared at cage. "Dudeeeeee.......is that Scooter Libby in that cage?" Billie asked Mike. Mike suddenly turned around, facing the cage.
"Holy mother loving fucker...that's Scooter Libby!" Mike said. "Get him, get him! You have to! This is abso-fucking-lutely awesome!"
"Dude, I'm gonna call everyone and say that Scooter is my pet pony dog thingy!" Tre said, now picking out a pink collar and leash for Scooter.
Scooter said, "I'm not a cannibal! Get me out of here! I'm not a damned pony dog! Grrrr!" Tre, Mike and Billie laughed at this.
"Now that's a good Scooter, be quiet, we'll get you out of here, and then we'll take you for a walk!" Billie said, excited to own a part of the Bush administration, while insulting them at the same time. This time though, he wouldn't be able to kill Billie or Tre or Mike cause Scooter was trained not to kill, like the good pony dog he is.
Billie paid for Scooter, and made his way to his truck, with Mike and Tre in the cab along with Billie, and Scooter in the bed of the truck, drooling and making barking sounds at passerbys. The drivers that past by, looked at Billie in the driver's seat with a wierd look on their face, like, "Dude, that idiot's crazy!" And, "That should be on the news...as of....now."
Billie and them made their way back to the house, and put scooter in the pack year, chained to the gound by a stake, and put in a dog house. Poor Scooter? No, more like poor Tre, who has the job of picking up Scooter's shit every day.
