Hour three: Chubby Bunny, anyone? (He won)
"Umm . . . There's some marshmallows." Pond calls. I'm lying upside down on the couch.
"I like chubby bunny." The blood is rushing to my face and its beginning to hurt.
"With mini marshmallows?"
"The game will last longer."
He walks in to the room with two packages of mini marshmallows. I jump up quickly and stumble as the blood bolts down to my feet. "Ouch."
We each grab a marshmallow and say, "Chubby bunny." It's easy for the first few minutes, but the we each end up with about a cup of marshmallows.
"Chwbwy bwnwi," Tom announces. His voice is so muffled that I can hardly understand him. I take one look at his face and
Laugh
My
Ass
Off.
My marshmallows fly across the room and spill onto the floor along with a lot of spit.
Tom laughs the same way with the same result. "Ugh, that's so gross!"
Our laughter fades and he copies me as I lay upside down again.
"Damn. What do we do now?"
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