Hey guys, wow it's been a while hasn't it! I'm in a rush, so I'll skip the introduction. But I hope you enjoy this.

Samneric were cool dudes.

Why do you say this? you ask. How could they possibly determine this? Simple. The pair had been invited to the infamous Bill Bishop's next party, and only really cool dudes went to Bill parties. Bill parties were a very elite affair, so awesome and infamous that people whispered the name in hushed, respectful tones. They were assumed to be thoroughly enjoyed by all. Rumor has it, though, that no one's really sure if they're all that great, seeing as the level of awesome (read: amount of "refreshments") is so great that nobody ever remembers the party the next day. Needless to say, the two sophomores were overflowing with excitement.

Sam was excited for the chicks.

Eric was excited for the hangover.

Eric was weird like that.

However, as "cool dudes" is synonymous with "epic heroes," Eric mused to himself, their heroic journey of epic proportions must have obstacles for them to overcome, and preferably, and awesome montage. He hoped that the obstacle had something to do with snake things or beagle-chicken hybrid monsters, and that the background music for their montage would be "White N' Nerdy" by his idol Weird Al. However, Eric decided he would settle for Sam's bad handwriting and "Barbie Girl" via Sam's iPod.

It's a good song.

Don't hate.

"Eric, can you read the directions for me?" Sam asked, turning the corner at a dangerous speed because he's badass like that. Eric nodded and unfolded the piece of notebook paper on which Sam had scribbled the directions to Bill's house of awesome.

"Sure thing," he replied. Looking at the messy scrawl of pink pen on the sheet, Eric thought two things. The first was, what the hell does this say? The second was, my brother's gay, isn't he? He strained to read and came up with his best guess. "Turn right on to Yak Street and drive 2.8 miles until Yak Street becomes North Yak Avenue." Sam screeched to a halt at a stop light, then looked at his brother with his best WTF face.

"Lemme see that." He pried the sheet from his brother's hands and looked closely. Then he slapped Eric's forehead.

"I had a V8 before we left!" Eric exclaimed indignantly. Sam rolled his eyes.

"This says York, dumbass, not Yak!" He shoved the directions back at his brother and began driving again.

"Oh," Eric said stupidly. Then a moment later, he pondered aloud, "What's a yak?" Sam slowed down the car, allowing every driver in a two mile radius to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't really know." He thought a moment. "Do you?"

"Nope."

"Oh.

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes." They were quiet for another moment. "Want me to pull over so we can look it up?"

Eric responded in the utmost seriousness, "Do it man."

The two very productively spent the next half hour performing an in-depth study of yaks. Because that's what cool dudes do.

"You're late," Bill said simply when Samneric showed up on his door step.

"We are now experts on yaks," Sam said.

"They're majestic creatures," Eric added. Bill nodded with fake appreciation.

"Cool story bros." He then stepped aside so they could walk in. Robert, Bill's radical best friend, then popped up behind Bill look radically wasted. He had a plate of brownies. They looked radical. He and Bill shared a look, then Robert smirked radically. Samneric looked on enviously. Cool dudes, they were. Radical dudes, they dreamed of being.

"We made brownies," Robert said. "They're rad. You should have some."

Samneric shared a cool look (secretly wishing it was a radical one), then said at the same time, "Okey dokey." They each took three and chowed down.

One hour later

"I'm-" Sam began.

"-hungry." Eric finished. Then they grinned at each other.

"Me too!" they exclaimed in unison.

"Hey, hey Bill," Sam whispered loudly across the room at the older boy stifling a laugh at the two baked sophomores. "Hook me up with some more brownies man."

"Comin' right up little man." He went to the kitchen to grab them more brownies to fuel his entertainment, handing his camera to Robert and then making it that much more radical. However, when he reached for them, the plate was snatched away.

"They're done," Ralph said disapprovingly, even though he was laughing just as hard at their antics as everyone else. Bill raised his hands in surrender.

"Whatever you say Chief." Ralph scowled and the two returned to watching. In their absence, Eric had had a stroke of genius.

"Sam, dude, dude, dude. Sam!" he said lazily.

"Yeah man?" Sam replied with a dazed smile on his face. Eric grabbed his shoulders and looked him dead on in the drooping eyes.

"Dude. We're gonna become multimillionaires," he said seriously.

"Yeah man!" Sam said, laughing slowly. "Wait, but how?"

"That's the best part dude!" Eric exclaims. He looked to his left, to his right, and then at the ceiling, before whispering loudly, "We're gonna start a lucrative yak farm." Sam sat up straight and clapped like a little kid.

"Genius man!" He pulled out his phone. "Dude, I'll order our first one now." The twins then high fived.

"Ralph! Ralph dude, we gotta talk to you!" Eric yelled across the room when he saw the senior out of the corner of his eye. Ralph laughed and walked over.

"What is it buddy?" he asked.

"Wanna get a piece of our lucrative yak farming action? It's gonna be-" he made an exploding sound, then finished, "huge."

Ralph chuckled and reluctantly turned down the generous offer.

"Best party yet," Robert whispered radically to Bill. The latter grinned.

"And we've got it on tape this time."

A month later, the tape had been shown to every person in the school and their old uncle Sal. Needless to say, Bill was thrilled.

Samneric, not so much.

They were teased relentlessly for their odd obsession with yaks, Robert's radical levels increased by eleven (the radical number), and Bill's parties gained even more infamy. So, Bill was happy.

However, Bill did not count on Eric's infinite imagination coming into play.

He really should have.

Maybe if he had thought of Eric's infinite imagination, things would've gone different than they were now. Maybe if he had considered it, he wouldn't have fed their fascination with yaks. Maybe if he had just put more thought into this little plan of his, he wouldn't have opened his door to a yak deliveryman.

"What the hell is this?!" he yelled as one of the deliverymen led a leashed yak out of the back of their truck towards his house.

"We were also asked to give you this," the first deliveryman said, handing him a note. Bill hastily unfolded it and began reading quickly.

Dearest Billiam,

We are forever grateful to you, not only for inviting us to your party, but especially for sharing your delicious brownies with us. Really, great stuff. And so afterwards, I kept saying to Sam, we should really repay him the favor. Isn't that right Sam? Yeah! You did say that Eric! Damn right I said it! And so we did what we thought would be best. Here's a yak, the bill should be mailed to your parents within the week. Enjoy the karma.

Samneric

"Goddamn motherfuckers," Bill muttered, then yelling dramatically at the sky, "TWINSIES I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" The deliveryman in front of him shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm, uh, just going to help them bring the yak into the back yard," he said, rushing away. Bill continued to stare at the sky as if waiting for the twins to reply. They never did.

Yeah, not my best. But that entire first part with Yak Road actually happened to me and my sister, except we didn't pullover to research yaks on our smart phones, cuz we don't have smart phones. Also, we were going to a musical (Les Mis) instead of a cool party. Cuz unlike Samneric, we are not cool dudes, and we can only dream to be as radical as Robert. Hope you liked it, please review, and remember I'd love suggestions! Doesn't have to be funny, can be serious, whatever you'd like to read. Just no slash please! Okay, now review people!