Spiderman: "the funeral"

It started that night of February 31, the sun was shining as a big star, full of radiactive energy. I remeber being a tini bit drunk that night. Ugghh i hate being drunk... hey were's my tequila? Oh i got it in my hand. Anyway...

"Mary Jane, you want orange juice or milk?"

Peter Parker and I were at this party, it was so boring I wish I had followed this guy with black mask and black clothes he looked cool, and besides i gave him 50 bucks and tomorrow he is coming back with 100 for me!, talk about making great deals.

"Umm... how 'bout a tequila for big ol' Mary here?!"

"I cant give you any more tequilas you finished them" and there he was with one of the worst expressions ive seen in my whole life, Peter was such a moron. "What? How many were they" my question was magnificent ive never seen much beauty in some words.

"8 tequilas" crappy answer. "And how many did I drank?"

"8 tequilas" megacrappy answer " And how many did I drank?"-" 8 tequilas"-" and you say I drank 9?"-" no, i said 8"- "you said 9"-"I said 8"- "you said 10"

3 hours later there we sat, in a big roun' table with 4 corners.Drinking our tequilas. "So, Mady Janes"-"what?" - "Theres this secretely secret I have to tell you" - "wait, wait, dont tell me, you are SpidermaN"- "WELL YEAH!, how did you know?" - "Peter there this thing about girls, you see, we go to mens closets to see their clothes, and either you were a megafreak with 10 customes of spiderman in your closet or you were spiderman"

"yeah like I could be the megafreak"

"Well yeah thats what i tought but now you just told me the painful truth"

"what? What are you talking about, what painful truth?"

In that same moment I took my Mj costume.

"LA PD I work for that newspaper guy, Magic Johnson or something"