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Wake up call

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[Ari's POV]

"Would you rather share a bubble gum or a toothbrush?"

I think about it for a second, "A toothbrush. I can wash it before I use it"

He nods thoughtfully, looking at his feet dangling in the air.

Since it was a Sunday, we decided to stay inside and do nothing in particular.

I was just lying on my bed when I had felt Eli's bed slam into the side of mine and see him flopping over.
Now he had his feet against the wall above the headboard while I was lying down the right way. We were at this game for an hour now.

"Would you rather lick a pigeons face or a crows butt?" I ask, trying to cross my eyes but failing.

Scrunching up his nose, he answers, "Lick a pigeons face of course"

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Are you sure about that? Have you seen pigeon faces? They're covered with these pus-filled zits."

Grinning at his face contorted with disgust, I continue, "This bird once sat on my windowsill for a whole day because its wing was injured. You could see zits scattered all over its face. It even had one zit on its eyelid and they all looked ready to pop yellow liquid which-"

"Crows butt! Crows butt!" Eli interrupts, clearly picturing it.

Just to play with him, I repeat, "But are you sure about that? Their crap doesn't smell nice at all. You'd have stinky breath for the rest of your life. It'll smell of rotting Chinese food."

Again, his face scrunches up with disgust before he sputters, "How do you know what crow crap smells of and what rotting Chinese food smells like?"

I shrug, like a little know it all, and lay back down on the comfy bed, "A crow shat on my cousin and the rotting Chinese food from my uncles' refrigerator".

He chuckles at that, "You can't be serious".

When he sees my humorless expression, he makes a face and then continues.

"Would you rather lick a bellybutton or smell an asshole?"

"Ew! Bellybuttons are supposed to be the dirtiest part in your body" I mention, picturing a dirt caked bellybutton. Disgusting!
Washing your bellybutton is very important, no matter how clean you think it is. Take notes folks.

"So? Which one is it? The bellybutton or the asshole?" He asks, rolling over to his side and resting his head against his palm with his elbow propped on the bed.

I lean over and audibly inhale near his body and then answer, "I just smelled an asshole."

His expression goes blank as he sarcastically replied, "Haha! You have me clutching my balls with laughter".