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kelly_girl) wrote2007-04-21 03:34 am
kelly_girl) wrote2007-04-21 03:34 am
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At 3:30 in the morning, crack is thick on the ground
Dedicated to Skrip and Thetenthmuse1.
Jimmy passed the joint back to Bo and tried not to cough. When was he supposed to feel something different? He felt relaxed, but he’d felt like that before they’d started smoking. Bo laughed, and Jimmy wondered if he was high. If Bo got high and Jimmy didn’t, Jimmy was going to be pissed. He looked at Bo again. His eyes slid down to Bo’s shorts.
Then again, if Bo got high he’d probably let Jimmy do all kinds of things to him. Jimmy giggled. The problem was he didn’t know a lot of things he wanted to do. It wasn’t like Bo would say no if Jimmy wanted a blowjob. He frowned and grabbed the remote. He found some hip-hop special on MTV and left it there. Bo passed him the joint and Jimmy finished it off. A few minutes late the television blared and suddenly there was a valley girl’s voice declaring, “OH.MY.GOD. Becky look at her, she’s eating a penguin!”
Jimmy frowned. That wasn’t the way the song went. The music started and he blinked. Sir Mix-a-lot was dressed like a penguin. All the dancers were toddling about on penguin feet instead of shaking their asses. He looked at Bo. Bo was asleep. Jimmy picked up the remote and flipped to the next channel. Dr. Phil was shaking a penguin wing at two remorseful looking penguins. What the hell? Jimmy thought. He shook the remote like that would help.
The next channel showed a woman primping in front of a mirror. Jimmy relaxed until a giant, smiling penguin opened the door with roses and chocolate. The last straw was when the woman jumped on the penguin and smothered him with kisses. He grabbed Bo’s shoulder and shook him.
“What? What? What’s wrong?”
Jimmy pointed at the TV. Bo looked at it, then looked at him. “It’s a soap opera. So what, dude?”
Jimmy looked back at the TV. It was a man and woman making out in what was supposed to be a sexy way. He turned the channel and there were people again instead of penguins. He looked suspiciously at the little tip that was all that was left of the joint.
“What the hell was in that joint? I was seeing penguins, everywhere.”
Bo looked at him. “I got it from Louie.” He paused and smirked. “Do I look like a penguin?”
Jimmy laughed. “No, I’m not seeing them now.” He wiped a hand across his face. “No more weed for me.” He giggled and closed his eyes. “I guess I’m high.” He hummed in pleasure as Bo’s hand rubbed his stomach and chest. He froze as something cold slid underneath his shirt and touched his skin. He opened his eyes and screamed as the giant penguin next to him honked in shock. At least, Jimmy thought it was shock. He was too busy screaming while the penguin honked and honked.
He was gonna kick Louie’s ass.
End.
Cause Skrip and thetenthmuse1 dared me to use this in a fic: "oh. my. god. Becky look at her, she's eating a penguin!"
This is what happens when you stay in chat a little toooo long.
Jimmy passed the joint back to Bo and tried not to cough. When was he supposed to feel something different? He felt relaxed, but he’d felt like that before they’d started smoking. Bo laughed, and Jimmy wondered if he was high. If Bo got high and Jimmy didn’t, Jimmy was going to be pissed. He looked at Bo again. His eyes slid down to Bo’s shorts.
Then again, if Bo got high he’d probably let Jimmy do all kinds of things to him. Jimmy giggled. The problem was he didn’t know a lot of things he wanted to do. It wasn’t like Bo would say no if Jimmy wanted a blowjob. He frowned and grabbed the remote. He found some hip-hop special on MTV and left it there. Bo passed him the joint and Jimmy finished it off. A few minutes late the television blared and suddenly there was a valley girl’s voice declaring, “OH.MY.GOD. Becky look at her, she’s eating a penguin!”
Jimmy frowned. That wasn’t the way the song went. The music started and he blinked. Sir Mix-a-lot was dressed like a penguin. All the dancers were toddling about on penguin feet instead of shaking their asses. He looked at Bo. Bo was asleep. Jimmy picked up the remote and flipped to the next channel. Dr. Phil was shaking a penguin wing at two remorseful looking penguins. What the hell? Jimmy thought. He shook the remote like that would help.
The next channel showed a woman primping in front of a mirror. Jimmy relaxed until a giant, smiling penguin opened the door with roses and chocolate. The last straw was when the woman jumped on the penguin and smothered him with kisses. He grabbed Bo’s shoulder and shook him.
“What? What? What’s wrong?”
Jimmy pointed at the TV. Bo looked at it, then looked at him. “It’s a soap opera. So what, dude?”
Jimmy looked back at the TV. It was a man and woman making out in what was supposed to be a sexy way. He turned the channel and there were people again instead of penguins. He looked suspiciously at the little tip that was all that was left of the joint.
“What the hell was in that joint? I was seeing penguins, everywhere.”
Bo looked at him. “I got it from Louie.” He paused and smirked. “Do I look like a penguin?”
Jimmy laughed. “No, I’m not seeing them now.” He wiped a hand across his face. “No more weed for me.” He giggled and closed his eyes. “I guess I’m high.” He hummed in pleasure as Bo’s hand rubbed his stomach and chest. He froze as something cold slid underneath his shirt and touched his skin. He opened his eyes and screamed as the giant penguin next to him honked in shock. At least, Jimmy thought it was shock. He was too busy screaming while the penguin honked and honked.
He was gonna kick Louie’s ass.
End.
Cause Skrip and thetenthmuse1 dared me to use this in a fic: "oh. my. god. Becky look at her, she's eating a penguin!"
This is what happens when you stay in chat a little toooo long.