BEAUTIFULLY REQUESTED BY THE WONDERFUL
ONCE UPON A DIDDLY-HECKIN-DOODLE, YOU AND YA BOI GIOVANNI POTAGE WERE JUST CASUALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A MCDONALD'S PLAY-PLACE BALL PIT. SUDDENLY, GIOVANNI'S TUMMY BEGAN DOING OF THE RUMBLIES. HIS FACE WENT PALE WITH SICKNESS, AND HE HELD ONTO HIS STOMACH WITH ONE ARM. "MR STARK, I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD," HE MUTTERED BEFORE PUKING ALL OVER YOUR FACE.
HOWEVER, THIS WASN'T ANY ORDINARY PUKE. IT WAS SOUP PUKE. COVERED IN SOUP PUKE, YOUR FACE AND TORSO WERE. SOME EVEN GOT IN YOUR MOUTH. IT TASTED JUST LIKE HOMEMADE SOUP, BUT MORE DISGUSTING. YOU DIPPED ONE OF YOUR MCDONALD'S FRIES IN THE SOUP PUKE THAT WAS ON YOUR SHIRT AND ATE IT, FOR SOME REASON. SURPRISINGLY, THE SOUP PUKE FRY WAS PRETTY TASTY. GIOVANNI WATCHED AS YOU ATE THE SOUP PUKE FRY WITH UTTER CONCERN ON HIS FACE. "WHY DID YOU EAT MY THROW UP?" HE QUESTIONED. "BECAUSE IT'S YUMMY,'' YOU ANSWERED.
WITH THAT, YOU AND GIOVANNI WENT HOME IN HIS MOM'S CAR. AFTER THEY DROPPED YOU OFF BACK HOME, YOU THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT OTHER BODILY FLUIDS GIOVANNI HAD THAT WERE ALSO SOUP. YOU STOPPED THINKING AFTER JUST A MINUTE THOUGH BECAUSE OF CONCERNING THINGS COMING TO MIND. YOU ENDED UP LEAVING THE SOUP PUKE STAIN THERE FOR ALL ETERNITY TO REMEMBER THAT DAY AND HOPED FOR GIOVANNI TO INVITE YOU OVER AGAIN SOMETIME SO YOU COULD EAT MORE PUKE. WHAT AN EVENTFUL DAY.
