Post by Tommy Shaw on Sept 4, 2007 13:00:47 GMT -5
OOC: This is inspired but greatly exagerated by my Godchildren
Tommy lays in bed, half hungover, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with a large smile face on the front. His cell phone rings and he answers...
TS: Yeah, what?...YOU NEED ME TO DO WHAT?Kodo is that you...You could've at least lied you jerk...Yeah fine what ever, I'll be there...Tomorrow...6:15...Whatever man!...I won't be late, I promise!
Tommy hangs up: DICK!
Tommy drives on a dirt road for a half hour the next morning, not drinking one beer. He arrives at his brother, Mike Shaw's, country home where he is greated by Mike's wife, in a rage.
Wife: Damnit to hell Tommy I'm gonna be late because of you!
TS: Whatever just go!(rubbing his head)
Wife: The kids are still in bed, when the get up the ceral is on the table. Each kid likes there own brand: Kaptain Crunch for Christian, Fruit Loops for Haley, Mini Wheats for Racheal, and Tori likes...Tommy are you listining to me?
TS: Yes I got it just go! Damn women and to think your really the one girl he's been with I like.
Wife: Up yours Tommy!
TS: HA! You like it up yours!
Mike's wife walks out the door gets in her car and tears off leaving Tommy alone with four kids: 7, 4, 2,1. Whats the worst that could happen? Tommy goes to the nearest recliner kicks back and closes his eyes...
More to come I promise
Tommy lays in bed, half hungover, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with a large smile face on the front. His cell phone rings and he answers...
TS: Yeah, what?...YOU NEED ME TO DO WHAT?Kodo is that you...You could've at least lied you jerk...Yeah fine what ever, I'll be there...Tomorrow...6:15...Whatever man!...I won't be late, I promise!
Tommy hangs up: DICK!
Tommy drives on a dirt road for a half hour the next morning, not drinking one beer. He arrives at his brother, Mike Shaw's, country home where he is greated by Mike's wife, in a rage.
Wife: Damnit to hell Tommy I'm gonna be late because of you!
TS: Whatever just go!(rubbing his head)
Wife: The kids are still in bed, when the get up the ceral is on the table. Each kid likes there own brand: Kaptain Crunch for Christian, Fruit Loops for Haley, Mini Wheats for Racheal, and Tori likes...Tommy are you listining to me?
TS: Yes I got it just go! Damn women and to think your really the one girl he's been with I like.
Wife: Up yours Tommy!
TS: HA! You like it up yours!
Mike's wife walks out the door gets in her car and tears off leaving Tommy alone with four kids: 7, 4, 2,1. Whats the worst that could happen? Tommy goes to the nearest recliner kicks back and closes his eyes...
More to come I promise
