D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!, a simpsons fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not owe the Simpsons.

At the top floor of the building, Homer was walking across the hall. He picked up piece of bread off the floor but threw it back to the floor as he shouted, "Screw junkfood!" Suddenly, without warning, he stepped on the wet floor, slipped, and fell down the stairs.

"D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!"

Homer got up and slowly walked but fell down the next stairs.

Homer got up, groaning. "This is the worst day of my life," he whined. But then he once again fell down the stairs.

Homer, this time, couldn't move. He was in a coma. Later, he was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors moved him up to floor 2. Along the way, the doctors knocked the hospital bed, with Homer in it, down the stairs. Homer fell down the stairs and fell off the hospital bed. He fell down to the floor, screaming. When he landed on the floor by the belly, he still lived.

After the incident, the doctors brought the unconscious Homer in the room and worked fast. After 17 hours, Homer was successfully recovered. Homer used his crutches and left the hospital. But then, without warning, a truck came by and struck Homer, sending him flying.

"D'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Homer landed in the Springfield Mountains. "D'oh! I'll never be able to walk again."