Until I Met You

Esophogus, Larynx, and Hopefull Futures

I woke up from my deep slumber. my esoiphugus and larnx ached. I must have scratched my esophogus and larynx with my delicious organic orange peelings.

I walk downstairs. I see my mom. I see Dequan. Dequan slept over.Dequan likes to sleep in my bathtub. It gives Dequan comfort.

My mom made pumpernickle toast. "Burned, my favrite!!" screeched i. I bit into my burned pumpernickle toast. My burned pumpernickle toast tasted scrumptious. My burned pumpernickle toast scratched my esophogus and larynx even more. I screeched.

"Jimuel use your inside voice. You sound like an emu when it's emu esophogus and emu larynx got scratched." said my mother.

"Thats just what i was thinking!" said Dequan.

"wow your a mind reader." said my mother.

I ran to my room. I feel bad. Dequan can talk to my mother like Dequan is my mother's son. Only i don't want to talk to Dequan's mother like i'm her son. Someday she will be Mrs. Jimuel Billiam Dudly Smith. I will talk to her like she is my wife and Dequan is my step son.

I walk into my new home after a long day at work. I can smell delicious dinner made by my wife. i walk down the hall. I walk into my kitchen. I see my son, Dequan, and my wife who i now call Mable. I walk over to my son Dequan and pat his fluffy hair. It is extremely akward. I am shorter than Dequan. I walk over to my wife. My wife leans down to my height. precisly 5 foot 7. She looks me in the eye. She hands my some orange flavored lip balm in which I apply to my dry, chapped lips. She presses her soft supple lips to my own.

Oh what a wonderful life. My mother said that I can't get married because I don't eat veggies. I consider spicy spanish fries veggies. My mother said that they are made out of salmon cake mix and spanish kool aid.

I start to play digcraft. My player dies right away. I only cry for 174.36 seconds this time. New record!