He jumped up and down, left to right, screaming and waving his arms like an air puppet in front of a car wash.
The mail man was walking to the front door holding a long cylinder shaped package.
“My poster is here!” Their son yelled and ran straight to the door.
His dad was in the middle of eating his breakfast and had a mouth full of cereal, “His what now?”
Soggy pieces of corn flew onto the other side of the table.
“His Steven Seagal poster. I’m just glad its not a Freddie Mercury one.”, He said.
She looked at him with an evil look on her face that would make Hitler’s knees feel weak, he tried to continue the conversation, “Like that one where he uses that microphone stand as an extension of his penis or something?”
“Did you that one as a kid, you always seemed kinda fruity.” She said catching a drop of milk that tried to escape her lips with her spoon.
He pushed himself up with both hands on the table, raised his head and started his speech, “Hey hey! Are you suggesting I’m a poof? When Queen was big, homosexuality was still wearing diapers. We didn’t even know what gay meant other than lighthearted and carefree.”
She was eyeballing him the whole time, slowly chewing her breakfast, she took her time swallowing her last bite before speaking, “In its diapers? Really? I once saw a documentary on homosexuality during the Roman times.”
He knew he had been beat so casually asked, “Was it gory?”
“What do you mean gory?” She asked and got up from her chair.
“You know.. Lots of dicks..”, He said while he was cleaning out the dishwasher.
She sat down on the couch ready to open up her fresh gossip magazine.
“And you know who’s the biggest dick of them all, Steven Seagal! On second thought, it would have been better for him to idolize Freddy Mercury.” She yelled into the kitchen.
And right at that very moment their son walked back into the room holding the poster as high as he could, unfolding it in front of him.
It looked like Steven Seagal just walked into the room and had his legs chopped off by some italian mobster ninjas.
“Speak of the devil.”, His father joked.
The boy pretended he didn’t hear his parents joke about his idol, he shuffled his way back to his room, to finish his Seagal disguise and practice his martial arts, for one day he would fight for his idol’s honor.
And whoever this Freddy Mercury was, was now on top of his list.
The mail man was walking to the front door holding a long cylinder shaped package.
“My poster is here!” Their son yelled and ran straight to the door.
His dad was in the middle of eating his breakfast and had a mouth full of cereal, “His what now?”
Soggy pieces of corn flew onto the other side of the table.
“His Steven Seagal poster. I’m just glad its not a Freddie Mercury one.”, He said.
She looked at him with an evil look on her face that would make Hitler’s knees feel weak, he tried to continue the conversation, “Like that one where he uses that microphone stand as an extension of his penis or something?”
“Did you that one as a kid, you always seemed kinda fruity.” She said catching a drop of milk that tried to escape her lips with her spoon.
He pushed himself up with both hands on the table, raised his head and started his speech, “Hey hey! Are you suggesting I’m a poof? When Queen was big, homosexuality was still wearing diapers. We didn’t even know what gay meant other than lighthearted and carefree.”
She was eyeballing him the whole time, slowly chewing her breakfast, she took her time swallowing her last bite before speaking, “In its diapers? Really? I once saw a documentary on homosexuality during the Roman times.”
He knew he had been beat so casually asked, “Was it gory?”
“What do you mean gory?” She asked and got up from her chair.
“You know.. Lots of dicks..”, He said while he was cleaning out the dishwasher.
She sat down on the couch ready to open up her fresh gossip magazine.
“And you know who’s the biggest dick of them all, Steven Seagal! On second thought, it would have been better for him to idolize Freddy Mercury.” She yelled into the kitchen.
And right at that very moment their son walked back into the room holding the poster as high as he could, unfolding it in front of him.
It looked like Steven Seagal just walked into the room and had his legs chopped off by some italian mobster ninjas.
“Speak of the devil.”, His father joked.
The boy pretended he didn’t hear his parents joke about his idol, he shuffled his way back to his room, to finish his Seagal disguise and practice his martial arts, for one day he would fight for his idol’s honor.
And whoever this Freddy Mercury was, was now on top of his list.
