Chapter Fifteen
Today on TV was a car race. Christopher and I love car races. We have loved them since we were little kids.
"Christopher dude, you got 'em?" I asked.
"Dude I got 'em." He replied.
Em' is our racing car steering weal's that we got from a junk yard. No one knows that we have 'em. We keep 'em under Christopher bed. And every race we pull 'em out, put on our racing helmets, turn on the fan so that it blows into our faces, turn on the race, and we drive
Christopher's bed into the race!
"Vroooom!" Christopher yelled as the race started.
Our car was number 100!
"Er!" I yelled as we passed two cars!
"Dude out of our way!" Christopher yelled as we drove right over some guys' car!
"Neeer! Neeeer!" I cried as we started to go 200 mph.
Christopher hit the high' button on his fan.
"We're going over car number 27!" Christopher cried as we flopped back onto the bed.
We leaned to the left and Christopher fell off the bed!
"We're winning!" I yelled as he got back on the bed.
"Look out for the cow on the race track!" Christopher yelled.
"Cow?!" I yelled.
"They're gaining on us!" Christopher yelled.
And sure enough a car was getting closer!
"Ready for the Mega jump?!" I yelled.
"Go!" He cried as we both bounced on the bed.
"How many laps are left?" I asked as I turned my steering weal again.
"Don't know!" He yelled.
We won the race! We've never lost one.
After the race we put our stuff back and went down stares to get a snack.
We found skittles in the junk food drawer.
"Your mama is so fat, that she sat on the rainbow and skittles popped out!" Christopher
yelled.
I began to throw the skittles at him.
"Yeah! Well your mama is so stupid that she saw a sine that said, 'Disney Land Left' and she went home!" I shot back.
"Your mama is so fat that when her beeper goes off, people think she's backing up!" Christopher said as he laughed so hard he had to sit.
"Your mama's so old that she was there to hear God say, "Let there be light!" And she was there to turn on the switch!" I yelled joining him at the table laughing so hard that I fell to the floor.
"You're on the floor!" Christopher yelled as he too fell off his chair.
We rolled around on the floor for about five or ten minuets.
Boy was that fun.
