CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Little Jimmy didn't want to go to school.
"I'm sick, mum!" he protested.
"Have you been sick?" she asked.
"No, but I will be!" he said.
"Well, go on then, throw up, right here, right now, and you get off school," she said, darkly.
"Err, give me a minute," he said.
"I'm waiting, little Jimmy," she said, crossing her arms.
"Don't call me that, bitch!" he said. She slapped him, without hestitation.
"You are little Jimmy and that is all you ever will be. Now go to school," she said. He shook his head. She grabbed him by the ear and threw him out the door. The bullies were waiting at the top of his driveway.
"Aww, little Jimmy's crying again!" said the fat bully.
"What's the matter, did you look in the mirror?" asked the skinny bully.
"He's too short to see in the mirror!" said the fat bully, before sitting on Jimmy's face. Jimmy couldn't cry anymore, he couldn't even breathe. It wasn't easy being only fourteen inches tall.
Little Jimmy awoke with a start in his bed.
"Are you okay?" asked his supermodel girlfriend.
"Yeah," said Jimmy, laughing it off. "Just a bad dream."
"Going to have a good match tonight?" she asked.
"I kind of have to," he said. "It's expected of me. It's not easy being the Midget Wrestling Federation world champion!"
"I'm sick, mum!" he protested.
"Have you been sick?" she asked.
"No, but I will be!" he said.
"Well, go on then, throw up, right here, right now, and you get off school," she said, darkly.
"Err, give me a minute," he said.
"I'm waiting, little Jimmy," she said, crossing her arms.
"Don't call me that, bitch!" he said. She slapped him, without hestitation.
"You are little Jimmy and that is all you ever will be. Now go to school," she said. He shook his head. She grabbed him by the ear and threw him out the door. The bullies were waiting at the top of his driveway.
"Aww, little Jimmy's crying again!" said the fat bully.
"What's the matter, did you look in the mirror?" asked the skinny bully.
"He's too short to see in the mirror!" said the fat bully, before sitting on Jimmy's face. Jimmy couldn't cry anymore, he couldn't even breathe. It wasn't easy being only fourteen inches tall.
Little Jimmy awoke with a start in his bed.
"Are you okay?" asked his supermodel girlfriend.
"Yeah," said Jimmy, laughing it off. "Just a bad dream."
"Going to have a good match tonight?" she asked.
"I kind of have to," he said. "It's expected of me. It's not easy being the Midget Wrestling Federation world champion!"
