Billy Nedermeijer arrived at his friend Patty Dogwood’s house with a bottle of Lambrusco and a cube of cheddar. Inside, he found the house atwitter with idle chitchat and soft music humming from a hidden stereo.
There was a large, oblong crate in the middle of the room, atop which Dixie cups and crumbled napkins had been absently discarded.
Billy’s friend Pietro arrived behind him, a small box wrapped in joyful floral tucked under his sweat-stained pit.
“What is this, a birthday party?” Billy asked with a sarcastic laugh.
“Yeah, that’s what my invitation said,” Pietro responded, his caterpillar brow flexing.
Billy glanced around the room and found his sister Yvette with a basket of matzoh. He wove his way over to her, and her answer to his kosher inquiry was, “This is a seder, is it not?”
Confused and slightly panicked, Billy withdrew his invitation from his blazer pocket. It clearly said “Come get wined and cheesed” in yellow comic sans.
Swiveling, he noted that Amber Flushbum was holding a battered Trivial Pursuit and Kevin Kickscrotum, clad in fluorescent mesh, was corkscrewing two pink glowsticks in the air.
Just then, Patty made her grand entrance, her lazy eye obstructed by the thick black veil which draped from her crown.
“Friends, thank you all for coming to my little soiree.” And with a dramatic flourish, she wrenched open the lid of the crate, causing an avalanche of red plastic cups and cookie-crumbed napkins to cascade to the floor.
Inside was the rotting corpse of her mother, her mouth frozen in a twisted snarl.
Little gasps burst throughout the room like breathy firecrackers. Beverages were dropped to the carpet in shock. The person in the kangaroo suit passed out by the foyer, but not before the unfortunate situation caused them to drop a deuce in their panties.
Pandemonium rippled through the house. “I thought this was a baby shower!!
“—key bowl party!”
Patty laughed sadly, and began to choke. She raised a red Dixie cup filled to the brim with Billy’s Lambrusco and took a hearty swig to wash down the piece of matzoh that had become snagged in her esophagus.
“No my friends, I sent out those invitations because I couldn’t find any that said, ‘Come Celebrate the Murder of My Rapist Mother’.”
I’m mailing those promo items to you today! Sorry for the delay!
Did not see that coming.
And this is my new favorite painting, by the way!
I had no idea where I was going with it while I was typing, lol. I need sleep.
LOLOL!!! I very much enjoyed this story!
THANK YOU JAMANNANANNA!
any excuse to talk about furries huh? lol
You know me, furries on the brain!