Okay, after a LONG trip, I'm finally able to get into my computer and
the internet and send this spamfic I thought up a while back.
A man dressed in a crumpled Navy-blue suit, opened the door
as he screamed:
"Honey! I'm home!" he angrily walked past the small comfortable
living room to fall heavily in the wooden chair in the kitchen,
just infront of the table. "For all the good that it does..."
he muttered.
"I'll be right down dear! I've got a surprise for you!"
"I hope it's a divorce contract." He muttered darkly shooting
a cautious glance at the stairs.
He waited for a few minutes muttering something about how good
single life was before the sound of footsteps on the stair warned
him of his wife's approach.
When she was infront of him, he noticed the small bundle of cloth
she had between her arms. It smelled.
"What's that? Some kind of new recipe?"
His wife laughed softly.
"No silly, it's... our baby!"
"BABY! BABY!? WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT A BABY!!!" he shouted
standing up.
His wife ignored him. "How should we name him?" She asked as she
scooped the contents of the bundle out.
The man looked closely at... the pig.
"... That's a pig." He stated.
"Jonathan? Paul?"
"It's...a...pig."
"It's not a pig! He's your son!" She scolded him. "Now, how
should we name him?"
"Bacon." the man muttered as he poked the little black piglet in
the stomach. "Or maybe, 'Chops'."
"Stop being silly!"
"I'm not being silly!" he shouted again, then pointed at the pig.
"THAT IS A PIG!"
"No! He's your son!"
Ranma stormed out of the house. "THAT'S IT! THIS GAME'S STUPID!
I AIN'T NOT PLAYING IT ANYMORE!"
Akane looked angrily at Ranma's retreating back. Then she looked
down to the black piglet who squealed softly.
"I know P-Chan, Ranma just doesn't know how to even pretend to be
married..."
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What did you expect?
Also, please... PLEASE don't start another PFML joke! I know mine are bad
but this is too much.
Wanderer D