And opening for Weird Al is the garage band...not from Seattle...The NAPALM Monkeys!
That's right it's time for another Chapter of Forrest Gump, I mean Your Joking, Aren't You?
Sunny
"Nothin like the open road," I say to my beau, Eli. It was late at night, we had been traveling for days. We had to get used to it. We were gonna drive to and through every state we could get to by car..
"I'm usesd ta it, Mom, Dad, en Emi are always rel-okatin ta hide frums dem cahps," Eli had a country accent like no other.
"F' it," she swore, "were puttin our past behind us."
"En all the F'ers dat are innit too!"
Eli turned off at Exit 315 B. We had just entered Greenbough, Alabama.
"HELLO! Greenbough!(Yess I have been watching Forrest Gump again and again) Good Bye Dullsville, New Jersey!" I screamed out the window
"Here iszware Ize razed, by my Aunt Abby and Uncle Quanton. Then righ' beforzI met you I moved in witda Crazys"
"Were not talkin' bout them Weirdo F'ers any more. They don't exist."
"Kayz, Sunnay," I loved the way he said my name...and the way his eyes sparkled when he said it.
"Eli, can we never go back?" I asked as I leaned on his shoulder.
"'lessez day drag us."
"Unless they dra-" I passed out.
Klaus
"She's gone! How did we not recognize out sister is missing!" I yelled. We had just driven out of New Jersey.
"I don't know! She was just here one day and not the other!"
"DAMMIT!" I screeched, "WE ARE THE WORST SIBLINGS EVER!"
End Chapter