12Mmm... ecstasy.
After I flushed the toilet, something caught my eye. It was my old pillow from preschool in the laundry basket. The thing was shaped like a bunny, pink nose and all. I examined it as I pulled up my pants. It was probably in there because someone had tried to clean out my closet and found this dusty old relic glaring up at them. I stifled a sneeze. When I say dusty, I mean dusty. Nonetheless, nostalgia overcame me and I cuddled the thing until my arms hurt. It was so squishy!
Quickly, I dragged it over to the living room and sat down in my recliner. The same commercial was still on. I glanced at my bunny pillow every once in a while. Suddenly, I flung the thing down and stomped on it. There. Dusty no more. The poor thing's ears looked all droopy now.
I grinned and dropped the pillow on the cushion of the couch. With a guttural yell, I dived into the seat.
And promptly bounced off.
I saw stars before I realized my head had connected with the leg of a table near my couch.
That no good, cheap imitation of an over-procreating creature did that on purpose! I grabbed the stupid bunny by the ears and stuffed it under the chair. Damn rabbits to hell.
Then again, it might not have been such a good idea to put the pillow near those dust bunnies. Who knows what they'll think up of...
A/N: Sorry. This chapter has not lived up to my normal standards of annoying humor. It's not even funny, and it has nothing to do with TV. I just wanted to post this up because 1) I haven't posted up a chapter for ages, and I actually like this story of mine; 2) This really happened to me- -I actually DID get brained with a piece of imported-from-Sweden wood-so whoever says inanimate objects are not alive needs to get a sharp kick up their ignorant asses; and 3) I felt like it was my civil duty to inform anyone reading this at the moment of that disturbing fact. Please, go watch Toy Story if you haven't already. As you remember, a boy who routinely tortured his dolls/action figures ended up with a whole lot of dolls/action figures marching over and ganging up on him. There is an example of what will happen to all of us if we do not acknowledge the impending crisis. That is all. My head's sorta uh...muddled at the second so if I forgot anything, it's not my fault. Sorry for the long A/N. I have to go and get an ice pack for my throbbing head now.
Few Seconds Later
(*stumbles back to the computer*) WAIT! I NEED TO THANK RAIKUA!
::Raikua:: Hehe. Iron Chef is cool *thumbs up*. I'll be adding that chapter up soon. I can't think of any witty 'thank-you's to put in here, so uh... thank you? Yeah, that should do.
(*has a concussion and wakes up the next morning with another bruise forming*)
Puh. I'm an idiot. I forgot to thank FireChainsaw.
::FireChainsaw:: Will do, will do. That'll be the theme in one of my upcoming chapters. Keep reading and THANKS for reviewing!