19 Big Baby

"You have to be lying, you're definitely not 23. You look 9 punk, now stop lying and tell me where your parents are."

"I swear i'm 23 idiot, now leave me, a beautiful young lady, alone in peace!"

"You're on the musty floor, and from my recall you bumped into me."

"Whatever! Just stop talking to me dumbass!"

I shrug and walk away without another word, what an obnoxious adult. I'd rather kiss a frog than talk to her any day. 🐸

Walking back to the house I open the door to see Winston sitting at the fucking frame, pouting.

"Come on "big boy" i'll make you a meal, but promise me you'll go rest."

"I promise!"

He acts like a dog, I can just picture him with his tail wagging.

But no, he's a cat, a pussy. Doesn't even look like he has a dick anymore, it's just a kitty. 🙄

"Aye, pussy! Go set up the table."

"You just wanted me to rest 🐸"

"Go set up the table."

"Okay okay, little twerp.."

"I can hear you pussy~"

Winston pouted and sprinted over to the dining room, carrying plates and utensils.

"Didn't know you could run with that burn on your back!"

And of course, he ignored me. What a gentlemen, after I cook his meal i'm going to break his hand. I don't get appreciated enough! He might be older, he might pay for this god damn house, but why am I the only one actually keeping it in tact. If I wasn't hear this play would be an apocalypse. And I mean it, when I first got here everything was a mess, a M E S S!!! How could he live like that 🙄.

Sizzle Sizzle Sizzle~ Crackle ~

The sound of the bacon cooking, crackling, sizzling, moaning. The delightful smell, oh how my stomach want to fucking devour all of it and give none to Winston.

"Winston~ I'm going to eat your bacon if you don't come out here~!"

And of course he ran over here in a heart beat, grabbed the plate smothered with food and grease, then bolted away to the dining table. Little jerk, not even a thank you.