of Heero in every possible way...
any way you can think of that's even remotely funny to
people who like
him. It may cause your spleen to hurt, even so your
intestines might
explode with the uncontrollable laughter. So be warned
my friends, or
have the guts of cow...that's four guts. Or have the
lives of a cat
that's nine, unless you're Canadian, and that's
eternity in a cold
climate living in an igloo. By the way, I am Canadian so don't feel affended if I have hurt your feelings...*cough, cough* Would you like a sausage?Oh and this also has some stuff on Pheobe . She's a major character of mine. All rights reserved...I think.
Who's In My Bathroom?
"Someone has either been in my house, or is in my house," Quatre whispers.
"Same, I think someone has rummaged through my things," Trowa said.
Quatre walks slowly into his kitchen armed with a baseball bat. He hears a tinkling in the bathroom and he walks slowly to it. He sees the person and hits the guy with the bat. The guy bolts out of his house and runs outside.
"I found the man in my house. He was peeing on my bathroom flour!" Quatre shouted hysterically.
"Did you get a good look at him?" Trowa asked.
"No, he jumped out of my way before I could grab him. Of course I hit him with my wooden bat first," Quatre explained.
"Shh, wait, I think I hear the culpret in my house. I'll call you back later," Trowa hung up.
Trowa could hear the noise in his bathroom. A loud tinkling sound in his bathtub. Trowa walked closer to the sound, armed with a gun. He kicked open the door and the man ran and left without Trowa getting a glance. And again the man ended up peeing all over someone's floor.
"Yeah, this man was in my house too. He peed all over my damn floor too," Trowa explained.
"We've got to call Duo, just in case he stops there," Quatre said.
"Never mind that. I think we should both go to Duo's to stop this maniac," Trowa suggested.
"Good idea," Quatre agreed.
They both walked to Duo's and Duo let them in. They told Duo their story and told him that he might be the next target.
"I wouldn't worry about that. I think he passed out on my couch. Which reminds me to buy a new one," Duo sighed.
"Can we see who this guy is?" Quatre asked.
"Of course! I haven't had a good look at him yet either," Duo smirked.
The three walk to the passed out man and flip him over.
"You guys are the best you know. I never *belch* had guys like you when I was a little girl, I'm teling you *hickup* The dogs are free I'm telling you," The man said sitting up.
"He's drunk!" Quatre announced plugging his nose from the putrid smell of urine.
"He pissed all over himself too," Trowa winced smelling into his shirt sleeve.
"Heero really done it this time," Duo laughed poking Heero with his mop.
"Let's shower him off," Quatre said almost crying from the smell.
"Boy does he ever know how to pee," Trowa pointed to Heero's leg.
"Ya know, Hitler peed all over my floor once, did I tell yeah, he's so girly sometimes," Heero laughed.
"Heero peed on mine," Trowa said.
"And mine," Quatre added.
"Boy does he ever know how to pee!" Duo commented.
"Let's make a video of this and show it to Heero when he sobers," Quatre laughed.
"Good idea," Duo smiled.
And they did. Which led to Heero's marrage with an Emu, but that's another story.
THE END
