"Uhhh Ma, " he said "I wanted to let you know there is a keg of beer in the kitchen and a kid sleeping on a chair in my living room that I don't know"...
Geeze.. call me weird.... but for some strange reason I figured that someone would yell "a mother is on her way"... "get rid of the beer" ..... "wake up the sleeping drunk and let him sleep it off at his own place"...
"MY MUTHER IS COMING............!!!!!!"
"Everybody EVERYBODY!!!! Gather at attention a parental unit is on it's way in....."
"CODE BLUE RASPBERRY.... PARENTS ARE HERE!!! NARCS! SQUARES!!! HIDE THE BOOZE, BANISH THE WOMEN, FLIP THE PEED UPON COUCH CUSHIONS !!!! MY MOM IS HERE!!!!!!!!!"
The appearance of me (and Daddio) did none of those things...
It appeared to be
I had only one question upon entering the living room... "has anyone checked to see if that kid is breathing...?"
What did I expect...?
(Two of the four people that live in Bear's apartment are of legal drinking age and he swears the kegger is not his, he also swears that he doesn't know Snoozy (the couch dweller)... he did say that he didn't know any of the Party Bus inhabitants that showed up uninvited at his place last week... speaking of swearing, he did do a bit of that too....)
To be continued......
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