A/N: I am sorry for the lack of updates I have had recently, there have been some reasons for it, like one of my best friends has be kicked out of his house and he is living with me for another few months. I personality been in a state of depression that seems everlasting.

Homer

"Another round Moe my good man," I say to the bartender that seems to be rather attractive under the influence.

"You've had enough beers homer, remember how your great ancestor Christian Simpson died? Overdose on beers!"

"Yeah but that was like three days ago, keep em coming," He doesn't seem to agree with my drinking but gives me another mug full of beer anyways. The night was nearing full darkness and I slowly walked out of the bar drunk, once again. It was a typical one of those days where I spend $10,000 on beer and get a growling from Marge.

Marge, just like the rest of the Simpsons, was getting really annoyed with my latest status of drinking, I remember when I quit and there were no fights or screams. Is drinking really going to be more important than my family? Of cause it is, I could live without my precious beer.

"Hey, you okay daddy?" Maggie opens the door as I enter an establishment that has stood the test of time.

"Dad's fine, look little Maggie your next books for next year has arrived,"

"Yeah I know, I like this one with pony daddy," She trashes through her stuff in order to find a purple book covered in glitter or what appears to some shiny metal on it.

"Oh please books are becoming so gay lately, back in my dads it used to be the old unicorns,"

"But daddy, what is wrong with the pretty pony?"

"Nothing Its fine," I guess my slurred speech have gotten the attention of Marge as she walks into the room with her pretty blue hair dangling down her neck.

"Homer," nags in a tone that only she and Lisa can use.

"Fatal existence prone to lifelessness" I respond to her and cause them both to stare at me in confusion.

"Homie, your getting to old to be acting so irresponsible," She's right… probably, I just decide to collapse on top of her. The sandman enters with his sweet hands of sleep and I fall into a rest I deserve.

-

I awake to find myself paralysed. Little green men are staring at me and there are about 3 of them surrounding me on the couch. How I ended up in the couch I would never know? Perhaps the whole family lifted me and put me on the couch and gave me a warm blanket.

The green men stare at me with interest; their black hollow eyes give me an eerie look that told me this was no dream.

"Oh you are so cute," I am suddenly able to move and I pick up one of the 4ft alien in silver clothing and start cuddling him. He seems a little annoyed and cringes when I lick him.

"You're just like a little green version of my daughter Maggie,"

"Who is like me daddy?" The lights blind me with brightness and my family walk into the room and look at me with concern.

"The little green men,"

"Dad you must have really drunken a lot last night," Lisa says as if she knows everything.

"No, no, I saw it, it was 4ft tall and had the most awesome eyes. It looked like Maggie when she was food poisoned,"

"You promised not to mention that again," Maggie looked a little annoyed and she stared directly into my eyes with hate.

"Meh, no need to worry about it Homie, probably just a dream," A dream that was all too real.

"Yeah I guess your right, cook me some eggs Marge," She groans before she disappears into the kitchen and starts frying some eggs like I asked. At the breakfast table it was usual and everyone seemed to forget about my alien encounter. Last time I saw an alien it turned out to be fake, this time…..

"Homie, you haven't touched the bacon,"

"Yeah Homer, eat the bacon, eat the bacon," Bart mocked as he picked up a piece of bacon and licked the essence of life of out it. It was dead already but you get the picture…

"Why don't you guys believe me?"

"Remember last time? It was just Mr. Burns,"

"Yeah but that was last time," I mean things don't always happen the same way the second time, although Germany ended up losing both the world wars.

My story didn't go well with the locals at Moe's bar either; Carl and Lenny were laughing their heads off while Moe and Otto looked at me with concern.

"Aliens, you really got to stop drinking this much Homer," Otto said as he swallowed down a fresh mug of beer and relit his marijuana.

"Yeah you're probably right," Everyone seems to be against me right now and they are usually right about these things. I wish I hadn't drunk so much, I said I would stop drinking lots a lot of times but come on…. It's beer….

I walk dizzily towards my car and struggle to find my keys in my pocket. I feel tired and I know Marge is going to scream at me when I go home. I find the keys and jump into the car and slowly start to drive, accidentally killing some dog. Stupid dog, should have been watching where it's going.

Suddenly I see a flash of bright green light and my car comes to a halt. I step out of the car looking for the source of the light, I been seeing too much green lately. I look up and see a giant spaceship staring down at me. The car and I suddenly start defying gravity and go slowly up into the air. I am abducted into the spaceship where I see the same group of aliens I saw before.

I must be really drunk………..