“Pizza anyone?” Angelina sang and pulled the large pie from the oven.
Just like with the three previous ones she had made today everyone passed. They’d had too much beer, too much football, too many nachos. Her carpet was a mess. She sat at the table and began eating this one too.
After the first pie Angelina had undone the button on her trousers.
After the second pie Angelina had gone upstairs and changed into sweatpants.
The salt from the pizza had caused her ankles to swell up so after the third pie she pulled on her Uggs.
As she choked down the last bite of the last slice Angelina felt a rumble in her gut and with a tremendous roar she exploded – spraying offal on all four walls of the kitchen.
“Honey, can you keep it down?” Richard called from the couch. “We’re trying to watch the game in here.”
I really struggled with this one – Hope you like it! Sorry it’s so late in the week.
You’ve described the feeling perfectly 😉
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Heh, very “Monty Python” 🙂
Though I’ve never actually exploded, I know the feeling. Pizza is too good to pass up! I’m imagining Richard and the lads watching the game, oblivious, while she dribbles down the walls 😦
Great story!
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What a good story and an unexpected ending! Richard will have one heck of a clean up job after the game! Maybe his friends will help! 🙂 Thanks for your continued participation in the MFtS challenge! A new post will be up tomorrow…. Be well… ^..^
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Loved this! I could picture it all happening. I know the feeling (except for the exploding). The ending was hilarious because isn’t that how it is with men and their games on television?
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I’ve tugged at the Uggs. Grand.
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I love the way you build up the effects of eating too much pizza in Angelina – and the hilarious ending just follows on brilliantly.
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Thank you very much.
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I think my dogs are like that. If I left food around, they would eat until they explode.
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I believe that is a dog thing, Marilyn. Every dog I’ve ever had has been that way. And, If you come home right after they’ve been fed they will try to tell you that they haven’t eaten all day! Don’t trust them.
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