A/N: Hey, sorry about the long wait guys!!! Had lots of stuff to do in these past 2 months. I had my classes changed back in February, and one of my classes was only one quarter, so I started the second part of the class last Monday. And you may already know, I'm kinda lazy. But I'll be updating my stories more often! This chapter is kind of dirty, so be warned! XD
Chapter 6
Ughh, another day! My back's aching and my hair frizzed up as usual. Ughh! Time to get up. I walked into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, staring at the hideous sight before me. I shrieked. I got my comb and starting combing the knots out of my hair.
"Wake up in the morning, feeling like shit. I grab my cellphone, I'm out the door, I'm gonna have to spit. So I head to the store, tie my shoes. Buy a milkshake, maybe one. No wait, make that two. I'm talking play video games (games), writing down our names (names), oh damn, what a shame (shame). Oh no no, Bluetooth is really sick, eating with chopsticks, oh baby, touch my …..Oh nevermind! I'm late, once again, it's all your fault you stupid man. You're a queer, really near, just think before you hear. It takes time to spend a dime, so lick a lime! Eat with pride, you stupid mime, so suck a lime! I'm late, one again, it's all your fault you stupid man. You're a queer, really near, just think before you hear. I'm late, so suck my dick, wash your mouth before you lick. Eat my chips, they're really tasty, and don't stop until you stick them in dip." I turned around and Woody was clapping. I smiled and put my comb down.
"Dude, bro! That's really cool!! What do you call that catchy tune?" Woody asked me.
"It's called, 'I'm Late'. It's a parody of TiK ToK by Ke$ha." I said.
"Who wrote that?!! That was REALLY good!" Woody said.
"I wrote it, just now. Well, I didn't write it down on paper, I just made it up as I went along." I said. Woody nodded.
"Well, since you got down the first verse, why not come up with a second?" Woody suggested.
"Hmm...I guess so. But I don't know what yet. Let me think a minute." I said and sat down on my bed.
"I don't know." I looked up at Woody.
"Come on, Cody, you can do it!!" Woody said.
"I'll come up with a verse later, ok? Right now I gotta get dressed." I said. I got clothes out of my dresser and went into the bathroom to take a shower. While I was in there, I did think of something. Woody must've heard me, because when I came out of the bathroom, he asked me what I just sang.
"Baking a cake, use some flour, sugar will make it sour, put it in the oven, and wait for it to be done. Give your dog a bath, oops, I forgot the shampoo. Go outside, tumble in the dirt, getting turned on will make you squirt. I'm talking your hair is dry (dry), you look like a pigsty (sty), go get in the shower (ower), you're burning daylight hours (hours). I'm late, once again, it's all your fault you stupid man. You're a queer, really near, just think before you hear. It takes time to spend a dime, so lick a lime! Eat with pride, you stupid mime (you stupid mime), so suck a lime! I'm late, once again, it's all your fault you stupid man. You're a queer, really near, just think before you hear. I'm late, so eat some wings, why does it matter? Pitter patter. You look like the Mad Hatter. Go ahead and grind, let the clock wind, and don't stop until you screw your own mind." I sang, once again.
"Awesome!" Woody said. "You should think of some more. That's amazing!"
"I will, but we should take the girls out, and my brother, for dinner. Then I'll think of more lyrics." I said.
"Yeah." Woody said. And we left the room.
"I'm late, once again, it's all your fault you stupid man!!" Chucky sang. "Oh shit! Goddamned kids!! Get back here and teach me the next fucking verse!" Chuchy said, pissed off.