Doug
Wow, that Nancy sure had a temper. He hadn't seen anyone tackle like that since the superbowl. He'd hate to be one of her kids.
"Is she always like that? We need to get CPS in here or something"
"I've never seen her this mad before. I'm totally going to get worked over", Shane dropped his head onto the counter feeling sorry for himself. Andy patted him on the back.
"Don't worry, little man. At least you won't get it as bad as your brother", Shane just moaned in response.
"Yeah, nice comforting there Andy"
"Wha..."
"Man. I'm hungry. I smoked a bowl earlier, and I swear, I'd eat batshit right now, if it was in the fridge"
Doug went to the refridgerator and found some leftover tortellini that Andy had made.
"Bullseye", he said eating it cold with his fingers, "This shit is good Andy. You should seriously go into business"
"Oh come on! Use a fork man"
"Lame", Doug went to a drawer and grabbed a fork, turning his attention back to a still sulking Shane, "Cheer up, kid. What's she going to do anyway? Yell a little bit. You'll be grounded. What's the big deal"
"Yeah. Nance likes to take a more traditional approach for big punishments", Andy said, grabbing another fork and digging in to the pasta.
"How do you mean?"
"Like, umm, a more... old school approach"
"What, you mean like... no way? I didn't take Nancy for the corporal type. I mean, I've imagined her over my knee loads of times, but that's just my kink"
"Sick, man", Andy said in between bites.
"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it bro", he shoveled another hanful of tortellini in his mouth, shaking his head. He remembered having the belt on his ass well enough from childhood. Shit, he have to share a joint with Silas or something. What a drag.
