Crack Cocaine

11

It's the revival of crack cocaine y'all, I totally didn't abandon this book for a year without realizing it
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Diver could only avoid taking care of his kid for so long. But that didn't stop him from trying. By some miracle he managed to pawn off the job of babysitting the br- adorable child to Army and Aloha.

"So great you could do this for me while I go to my male pregnancy support group," Diver said, placing the thing in his friend's arms. "Just don't give it dysentery, ok?"

"Can you even call it a group, only two people go," Aloha said.

Diver stared at him for a second. "I'm not allowed to disclose any information about the people that go."

"Yeah sure whatever." Everyone knew that only Hachi and Diver went.

Diver left the two of them, speeding off in his car, and running a couple stop signs. The couple rummaged through his house, snooping through his belongings as they passed the kid to one another when it began to get fussy. Neither of them knew how to take care of a baby, but by some miracle this seemed to be doing something.

"Do you think Diver breastfeeds?" Aloha asked, digging through the fridge.

"No, squids don't breastfeed their young Aloha." Army gave him a look.

"Oh that's right you would know, you had Prince with Emperor. Which one of you gave birth again?"

"I'm not telling you that."

While continuing to snoop through the fridge, Aloha found Diver's old yearbook from highschool. He wasn't the brightest. "Hey Army look what I found." He began searching through the pages looking for their old senior year pictures. "Do you remember how we met?"

"Yeah, I called you short, you told me to shut the fuck up."

Aloha smiled, running his hands across the smooth surface. "Good times... Hey do you think that we should-"

"No."

Army