I crack open a beer and chug it. I scratch my large hairy stomach and let out a loud belch. I chuckle to myself as I lift up my leg and release a loud fart. I grab my ball cap off the dresser and put it on, I rotate the bill backward.
I open the front door and walk over to my neighbor's house. I knock on the door. It opens shortly after. A gray-haired man wearing glasses waves. I step in as he walks into the living room.
"Bill?"
I nod and wave.
"That's me!" I say with a chuckle.
"I'm Stu," He said.
Stu extends his hand, and I shake it firmly.
I look around the room.
"Where's Tina?"
Stu clears his throat and looks around the room. He
grins.
"OK, funny story--"
He chuckles.
"Don't you dare!"
A female voice shrieks
Stu starts laughing and points at her.
"She deficated herself while laughing at me because I fell down the stairs."
I erupt with laughter. I slap my knee.
"Brown's supposed to flush down, not for decoration!"
Tina slaps my arm playfully. She glares at Stu. Stu slowly walks backward with his palms outward. He opens the front door.
"Have mercy!"
He swiftly exits, closing the door behind him.
I roll my eyes and smile at Tina.
"We've all done it, Tina," I said.
Tina nods and sits on the couch.
"We've all crapped ourselves at least once. No one is better than the other," I say with a chuckle.
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223,000 strikes of Paint
ContoA collection of thought-provoking short stories. Inspired by life's uniqueness and the ability to overcome difficulties. It takes many paint strokes to complete a painting, but only one to begin.
