I... Don't Know...
One fine sunny day, Don Kreig lay on the beach, his bare chest smothered with that crazy purple sun block that children often used to wear back in the day. He had a pair of sunglasses shaped like stars that were gargantuanly oversized. Oh yeah, he was also wearing a thong. Don's lover looked fondly over at him, and said in his nagging tone,
"Honey! put on a sweater! It's -12 degrees!!"
"I will put on a sweater when I damn well feel like it. Now get your ass back in the kitchen Mr.9 and make me a cake."
"You don't love me!" screamed Mr.9.
"Sure I do honey!" retorted Don Kreig, "of course I love you. If I didn't love you, I would say I didn't love you, but obviously I do love you on account I said I do."
"You're just rambling now, honey! I hate you!"
"Mr.9, I've told you already. I love you, now get in the goddamn kitchen AND MAKE ME A CAKE."
"Don, we need to see a marriage counsellor! I fear for our marriage!" sobbed Mr.9, clinging to his apron.
"Damnit woman, quit your bellyaching."
"No, not until we see a marriage cousellor! I love you, I don't want our relationship to end like this!"
"It won't baby, I swear"
"Then let's see a marriage counsellor!"
"No goddamn it! I ain't going to no shrink just to please your fine pansy ass!"
"Then if you won't do that for me, honey, at least put on a sweater!Your nipples are frozen!"
"They are not. Now go make me a cake!"
"You love that cake more than you love me!"
"Thats a lie honey, you know it."
'No! I don't know it! You always fuss over that damn cake! Always with the cake! Get the brakes on the Geo fixed, damnit!"
"Mr.9! It's not a Geo! It's a Gremlin! Get your damn cars right, or I'll divorce your ass!"
"Oh no! You wouldn't dare, would you?!" Mr. 9 screamed, crying like a woman.
"You're damn right I will, now make me my goddamn CAKE!"
"Not until you go to marriage counselling with me!"
and then they did.
Author's Note: Mmkay, I wrote this while talking on the phone with my dear friend, Ryu-chan. It is stupid, pointless, and expresses the relationship between Don Kreig and Mr.9. You heard me. It is not supposed to have a point, or anything like that. It's just supposed to be stupid. I promise I will submit something of greater value less than 0. AHHH!! MATH!!!!
Coming Soon: "Doflamingo's Busy Day".
One fine sunny day, Don Kreig lay on the beach, his bare chest smothered with that crazy purple sun block that children often used to wear back in the day. He had a pair of sunglasses shaped like stars that were gargantuanly oversized. Oh yeah, he was also wearing a thong. Don's lover looked fondly over at him, and said in his nagging tone,
"Honey! put on a sweater! It's -12 degrees!!"
"I will put on a sweater when I damn well feel like it. Now get your ass back in the kitchen Mr.9 and make me a cake."
"You don't love me!" screamed Mr.9.
"Sure I do honey!" retorted Don Kreig, "of course I love you. If I didn't love you, I would say I didn't love you, but obviously I do love you on account I said I do."
"You're just rambling now, honey! I hate you!"
"Mr.9, I've told you already. I love you, now get in the goddamn kitchen AND MAKE ME A CAKE."
"Don, we need to see a marriage counsellor! I fear for our marriage!" sobbed Mr.9, clinging to his apron.
"Damnit woman, quit your bellyaching."
"No, not until we see a marriage cousellor! I love you, I don't want our relationship to end like this!"
"It won't baby, I swear"
"Then let's see a marriage counsellor!"
"No goddamn it! I ain't going to no shrink just to please your fine pansy ass!"
"Then if you won't do that for me, honey, at least put on a sweater!Your nipples are frozen!"
"They are not. Now go make me a cake!"
"You love that cake more than you love me!"
"Thats a lie honey, you know it."
'No! I don't know it! You always fuss over that damn cake! Always with the cake! Get the brakes on the Geo fixed, damnit!"
"Mr.9! It's not a Geo! It's a Gremlin! Get your damn cars right, or I'll divorce your ass!"
"Oh no! You wouldn't dare, would you?!" Mr. 9 screamed, crying like a woman.
"You're damn right I will, now make me my goddamn CAKE!"
"Not until you go to marriage counselling with me!"
and then they did.
Author's Note: Mmkay, I wrote this while talking on the phone with my dear friend, Ryu-chan. It is stupid, pointless, and expresses the relationship between Don Kreig and Mr.9. You heard me. It is not supposed to have a point, or anything like that. It's just supposed to be stupid. I promise I will submit something of greater value less than 0. AHHH!! MATH!!!!
Coming Soon: "Doflamingo's Busy Day".