A
flyer was scurrying its way to him, dragged by the wind despite the
paper's unwilling decision to move.
He
picked it up and read "Alpha Beta Gamma Radiation wants you; if
you'll eat our food, you'll be a member;" it made him giddy with
delight, since his belly growled, although he ate an hour ago.
Matthew
was a chubby guy of almost twenty years and loved food, so much so
that his parents banned him from the house and told him to live on
campus, despite living in the same city.
When
he knocked on the fraternity's door, a guy came out -a chick was
dangling by his neck, caressing his ear and chin- and when he heard
that he wants to join, his smile rose and told the woman to go and
fetch his colleagues.
Invited
in the house, another member came with his meal, something that
looked like things put together and burned "I call it the
Gammaloaf, and it's only for those willing to join," said the
guy that let him in.
Matthew
didn't ask what it was made out of, instead he dug right in -without
fork or spoon- and ate about half of the four-pound beast before he
stopped, took a big breath, stared the guy in the eyes and passed
out; five minutes later, he came to and puked all of that garbled,
tasteless concoction made out of meat, veggies and a bunch of other
stuff that almost poisoned his intestines.
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