100 Bottles of Beer
Peter, Joe, Brian, Quagmire, and Cleveland all sat on the Griffin family rug. Peter held a beer bottle in one hand.
"Hey guys. I just thought of a game!," he shouted.
"Peter! What the hell! I'm tryin' to get some sleep up here!"
"Sorry Lois!"
"Thank you!"
"Dammit. We'll never have any fun with her around. I got an idea...," Peter said. Everyone leaned in to hear it.
"We could get her drunk and then all have sex with her..." The others stared at Quagmire like he was crazy. Which... he was... by the way... "What? Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners. We'll give her a drink, then lay with her. Is that better?" They still stared. "I was just thinking of ideas! Geez!" He sighed. "What's your plan, Peter?!"
"I was gonna say play spin the bottle, but your idea is way better!," Peter shouted.
"Peter! Be quiet down there!"
"Sorry, Lois!," he yelled. Then he whispered, "Pain in the ass..."
"Why don't we play 100 bottles of beer." Everyone looked questioningly at Joe. "Okay. Here's how you play. We get a hundred beers, then--"
"We drink 'em all until we puke?" Everyone stared at Quagmire once again. "I mean... Joe, go on!"
"Anyways... We get a hundred beers and everyone takes a sip, saying what they wish for at that number." Everyone except Joe was confused.
"Oh! So the bucket goes on top!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Peter?"
"Shut up, Brian. I'm watchin' TV."
Brian stood up and kicks the TV screen in. "Now where's your TV, huh? HUH?!"
"BRIAN! WHAT THE HELL!"
"Sorry, Lois!" He turned to Peter. "You're right, she is a pain in the ass."
"That's what I'm sayin'!"
"Now, since you guys don't know how to play, I'll go first. Now we're gonna need some beer. A hundred, to be exact."
"And I know just where to find some. Alright..."
They all stood up and went to Quagmires' house.
Quagmire pressed a button and a giant refrigerator door opened up from the wall. "C'mon, guys." They followed him inside the giant fridge.
All that was stored there were rows and rows of beer.
"Quagmire, I would have sex with you if that meant I could have all this beer."
"What'd you say, Peter?"
"Nothing.Nothingatall."
Joe, Quagmire, Brian, Cleveland, and Peter sit down in a circle on the refrigerator floor.
"Okay. Let me start." Joe took a bottle from a shelf and opens it. "I wish for... 100 perps to catch." He takes a swig, then hands it to Quagmire.
"Uhhh... I wish... for... uh... onehundredLois'todoinfifteenminutesgiggitygiggitygoo!" He takes a swig, then hands it to Brian.
"Oh, God. I wish I knew what to wish for..."
God appears. "You need to wish for... NOTHIN'! Ha!" He then poofs away.
"Well that was productive. Hell, I'll just wish for whatever Quagmire wished for." Brian takes a swig, then hands the bottle to Cleveland.
"I wish for 100 Adidas shoes. Not like when I asked my mother for a pair."
(:FLASHBACK:)
"You asked me for Adidas and I bought you Zits."
"I say, Ma, what are ya doin? You ruined my rep!"
"I say you're only 43. You don't have a rep yet."
):FLASHBACK OVER:(
Cleveland drinks a swig, thens passes the bottle to Peter.
"I wish... for... uh... 100 bottles of beer." He then takes the last gulp of beer left in the bottle and tosses it over his shoulder. "NEXT!"
You guys like it so far? I'm gonna need some suggestions for everyone's wishes, so leave some in your reviews, please. babbitrulez, out!
