What do these things have in common? Not much really.
Tension was building with this group like a wild fire growing out of control. We could think, or get anything done with out being at each other throats. Rather then get time away from each other I sugessted we all ("all" being, Coleman, Witter, and myself) go to Scotts new place she got -away from her wack job husband- and stay with her for the first night.
There was only one thing I made off limits.
We could not do any work of any kind.
Working was turning us all into carzed people.
Coleman, Witter, Hale and I all had Aaden well enough to go home. But before I'd send him home, Scott had to get a new place. We discharged Aaden this morning. As a "welcome to your new home" gift, Scott and gotten Aaden a kitten.
Aaden was dead asleep, the clock was flashing 1:40 a.m, Scott, myself and Gerg were watching the Late late show with Craig Fergison (he's funny, I have to admit) and the kitten was running around because I gave it cat-nip. Coleman had fallen alseep on Scotts sofa. He layed on his stomach, one arm under his chin and the other dangled on the floor.
The kitten ran up with back of the couch, and on to Colemans back. That would ahve been fine if the cat didn't turn Coleman into it's own personal scratching post. Coleman squeeled like a little girl and rolled off the couch, right into Gregs lap. And it was at that instant Craig did a Rayn Secrest impression, and anyone who watches that, nows how thoes go. It fit perfectly.
Needless to say the expressions on their faces, along with Craigs joke had me and Scott cracking up like there was no tomrrow. It made it even more perfect when Greg laughed and made kissy noises and Coleman (whos arms as a relfex action went arounds Gregs neck) were still frozen there.
His face went crimson red, which matched the red spots on his back where the kitten had clawed him. He picked a bad night to wear a white shirt.
Coleman threw himself off Greg's lap, and by this time Scott and I were both rolling on the floor, nearly dieing from laughter.
He told the both of us to shut up and get off the floor. Not wanting to make him angrier then he was I did as he asked.
Greg kept making kissy noises at him.
So coleman grabbed the kitten and put it donw the front of Gregs shirt.
Well i swear I've never seen dancing like that before in my life!
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That kitten is going to grow up to be the devils cat. I can tell you that now. Grrr and of COURSE you would write about my moment as Wittless's lad dog -_- ...sometimes I really dont like you very much.
Aw come on! That was pure comedy. And Greg enjoyed it, haha maybe I have some competiton. You two make such a cuuuuute couple.
AND you have to like me, because your stuck with me. Hateing me takes so much effort, and your lazy. So....sorry dude, your stuck. Buuut I leave you with a warning...
HANDS OFF!!!! ahahaha!!!
I. Hate. You.
so much right now!!!
Awww...Did I hurt your feelins? hah I'm sorry.
I lwuv you! bahaha.
Dork.
Go play leap frog with a unicorn Coleman..it'll make you feel better.
And I'll get a chuckle myself.
Well as long as you'd get a kick out of it then sure.
Cause thats why people were created..to entertain you.
Exactly. People are usless. Their funny when their falling down stairs, or off couches and right into thier bosses lap. hahaha
Hah, whatever Brennan.
Your just a big old softy deep down. I'll see you tomrrow bright and early.
And if I'm really lcuky, Witter wont remeber about his "lap dog" *twitch*
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