As i walked inside of my wooden cabin, on a perfect day, the sun was out, the climate wasnt too hot, nor cold, i was ready to have a nice lunch with my family, my wife makes the best spaghett, nice and juicy, along with the fact that she adds my favorite seasoning, and the Bay Leaves, mmm. Yum. As i walk in and see the horrible surprise waiting for me at the dinner table, my eyes want to water at the sight. Then, i sputter out these four words that awaken the mighty beast inside of me, it reminds me of the fact that my wife was a slut, always flirting with that son of a bitch Yogi. Is that his name? Somewhere in the future i can see him swiping her off her feet, and my son was a little shit, always disrespecting me, and paying more attention to Yogi, jeez i hated him.
Then, i sputtered out these words that will leave a scar on me for as long as i live..
YOU ARE READING
Dramatic Spaghett Reading
Historical FictionYes. This is real. I can't express how much horror and time went into this, i hope you believe me..
