And it's the 4th!

Very nearly didn't bother. I didn't even sleep last night and I need to go out tonight. Blah brain dead.

Have some Christmas Candy (It's funny coz it has actual candy in it)

Enjoy!

4th December

It had been four days. Four days since the beginning of December. Four days since Cartman's mum took his advent calendar.

She'd stuck to her guns on this saying "But hunny, you'll eat all of it at once. And then then you'll be sad for the rest of the month. No one likes a mister sour pants"

And so, for four days, Cartman was only given one chocolate each day.

While a lot of kids (Or teenagers in this case) would have been happy with this, it was just tourturing Cartman that there was candy in the house that he couldn't stuff into his mouth. So he devised a plan.

On this day, he followed his mum all day until she approached a shoebox in the closet. And this is where she pulled Cartman's advent calendar from. It was transformers themed, "Like hell I would want that kiddish thing" Cartman had said at the store, but accepted it anyway because all he really cared about was the chocolate (And he may think that Transformers are awesome).

So his mother gave him the chocolate, unsuspecting of a thing, and left to meet a "friend" at the park. Cartman couldn't care less what (Or who) his mother did. His only goal was that calendar. So he snuck to his mother's closet and proceeded to pig out.

And that's how Wendy Testaburger found him. In his mother's closet, grasping a Transformers advent calendar in chocolate covered hands, with chocolate covering his face.

"Hippy bitch! Why are you in mah house?" Cartman yelled, slightly shamed at the state he was in.

"Your mother was worried that you were depressed moping around the house. Turns out you were just concerned in feeding your fat racist mouth!" Wendy really try to keep her voice down. But the nick name that Cartman had given her years ago really did piss her off that much.

Cartman sighed. He had a crush on the hippy bitch and he really didn't know how to express this. So he yelled at her. It always got atleast some form of emotional response.

Wendy saw that the fat boy became melancholy. Well, now was as good a time as ever to try and show how she felt for him.

"You should at least share you chauvinistic pig" she whispered while leaning down to his face. She then proceeded to lick his cheek to clean off some of the mess. From then on it just got worse.

It goes without saying that when Cartman's mum returned, she found them in a somewhat shameful state in her closet.

That wasn't meant to be so pairing orientated…oh well.

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(Tomorrows story is Tyde…Yay!)