Tales of Domestic or No Particular Significance: First Edition
Late one night...
Wilson: Bro, when was the last time we bought groceries?
Bong: Hmmmmm... not sure. Why don't you check?
*Checks fridge*
Wilson: Dude, we're out of bread...
Bong: It's ok. Buy tomorrow.
Wilson: We're also out of eggs...
Bong: Don't worry, that is not important
Wilson: We're also out of meat, vegetables, condiments and pretty much everything else edible...
Bong: Yeah, yeah, yeah... Don't worry, we can get them tomorrow...
Wilson: Bro, I'm not going to eat instant noodles again for another week so you'd better remind me to do the groceries.
Bong: Don't worry, we will eat good food tomorrow
*Closes fridge door and walks out*
Wilson: Oh yeah, we're out of beer too...
Bong: WHAT!
Wilson: Huh?
Bong: What did you say?
Wilson: I just noticed we were out of beer, that's all. No biggie, we can pick up a sixpack when we're doing groceries tomorrow
Bong: WE ARE OUT OF BEER!?
Wilson: Chill out bro, I said it's not a big deal...
Bong: LETS DO GROCERIES NOW!!!!
Wilson: Ah well, might as well get them done...
*Both housemates walk out into the blistering cold winter night, hiking through suburbia to the only grocery store that opens at 11.30pm. It also coincidentally has a liquor section*
Wilson: Fuck, this wasn't a good idea. We should've done the shopping tomorrow, it's fucking cold!
Bong: NO, WE DO IT TONIGHT!!!!!
*After braving the low temperatures, biting coastal winds and the physical effort; our two housemates have managed to reach their destination*
Wilson: Ah shit, it's good to be finally out of the fucking cold.
Bong: Ok, you have the list with you?
Wilson: Yeah sure, lemme see...
*Pulls out shopping list from pocket and reads through it*
Wilson: ...eggs and beer. All up it should be around $30 bucks. I've got $20, how much have you got?
Bong: $15
Wilson: More than enough, now get a basket...
Bong: WILSON... LOOK!!!
*Points towards the liquor section*
Wilson: What?
Bong: LOOK AT THE SIGN!!!
*Wilson refocuses his attention to the fairly large sign that Bong was pointing at. In big, bold lettering, it clearly states "Corona 24 bottles: $30.00". Both their eyes widen immensely*
Bong: That is FUCKING cheap!
Wilson: Shit, any cheaper and we'd be in Mexico!
Bong: But we also have to buy groceries!
Wilson: True...
Bong: Hmmm...
Wilson: Hard decision, but we'll have to go with the more pressing matters at hand. It's shit like this that really pisses me off...
Bong: *Sigh*
Wilson: Alright then, lets get moving...
15 minutes later...
*The housemates are beginning their suburban trek back to the apartment. Wilson is lugging a case of Corona on his shoulders while Bong holds a plastic bag in his hand filled with familiar looking packets...*
Wilson: ...shit, and we still had enough money to buy ourselves instant noodles for the week!
Bong: Now we have tons of Corona and instant noodle!
Wilson: I'm glad we did the right thing!
Bong: Pass me a bottle, I'm fucking cold and tired
Wilson: Sure, just watch out for the cops. Don't want to get busted drinking in public again...
So ends another tale from halfway across the world, or a few blocks away, or just next door; depends where you're reading this from and frankly I don't give a rats-ass. So what will Bong and Wilson come up with next? What lies in store for the two housemates?
Stay tuned....
Wilson: Bro, when was the last time we bought groceries?
Bong: Hmmmmm... not sure. Why don't you check?
*Checks fridge*
Wilson: Dude, we're out of bread...
Bong: It's ok. Buy tomorrow.
Wilson: We're also out of eggs...
Bong: Don't worry, that is not important
Wilson: We're also out of meat, vegetables, condiments and pretty much everything else edible...
Bong: Yeah, yeah, yeah... Don't worry, we can get them tomorrow...
Wilson: Bro, I'm not going to eat instant noodles again for another week so you'd better remind me to do the groceries.
Bong: Don't worry, we will eat good food tomorrow
*Closes fridge door and walks out*
Wilson: Oh yeah, we're out of beer too...
Bong: WHAT!
Wilson: Huh?
Bong: What did you say?
Wilson: I just noticed we were out of beer, that's all. No biggie, we can pick up a sixpack when we're doing groceries tomorrow
Bong: WE ARE OUT OF BEER!?
Wilson: Chill out bro, I said it's not a big deal...
Bong: LETS DO GROCERIES NOW!!!!
Wilson: Ah well, might as well get them done...
*Both housemates walk out into the blistering cold winter night, hiking through suburbia to the only grocery store that opens at 11.30pm. It also coincidentally has a liquor section*
Wilson: Fuck, this wasn't a good idea. We should've done the shopping tomorrow, it's fucking cold!
Bong: NO, WE DO IT TONIGHT!!!!!
*After braving the low temperatures, biting coastal winds and the physical effort; our two housemates have managed to reach their destination*
Wilson: Ah shit, it's good to be finally out of the fucking cold.
Bong: Ok, you have the list with you?
Wilson: Yeah sure, lemme see...
*Pulls out shopping list from pocket and reads through it*
Wilson: ...eggs and beer. All up it should be around $30 bucks. I've got $20, how much have you got?
Bong: $15
Wilson: More than enough, now get a basket...
Bong: WILSON... LOOK!!!
*Points towards the liquor section*
Wilson: What?
Bong: LOOK AT THE SIGN!!!
*Wilson refocuses his attention to the fairly large sign that Bong was pointing at. In big, bold lettering, it clearly states "Corona 24 bottles: $30.00". Both their eyes widen immensely*
Bong: That is FUCKING cheap!
Wilson: Shit, any cheaper and we'd be in Mexico!
Bong: But we also have to buy groceries!
Wilson: True...
Bong: Hmmm...
Wilson: Hard decision, but we'll have to go with the more pressing matters at hand. It's shit like this that really pisses me off...
Bong: *Sigh*
Wilson: Alright then, lets get moving...
15 minutes later...
*The housemates are beginning their suburban trek back to the apartment. Wilson is lugging a case of Corona on his shoulders while Bong holds a plastic bag in his hand filled with familiar looking packets...*
Wilson: ...shit, and we still had enough money to buy ourselves instant noodles for the week!
Bong: Now we have tons of Corona and instant noodle!
Wilson: I'm glad we did the right thing!
Bong: Pass me a bottle, I'm fucking cold and tired
Wilson: Sure, just watch out for the cops. Don't want to get busted drinking in public again...
So ends another tale from halfway across the world, or a few blocks away, or just next door; depends where you're reading this from and frankly I don't give a rats-ass. So what will Bong and Wilson come up with next? What lies in store for the two housemates?
Stay tuned....