BUZZZZZ
"Huh? Whut?" Mark said sitting up and rubbing his head, "Monday morning? Already?"
"Mark, what time is it?"
"It's Monday at 7AM! What did you serve us for dinner on Friday? We slept 3 days!"
"The mushrooms? Maybe the mushrooms? Mrs. White gave them too me, she picked them herself?"
"Damn, must've been poison! We're lucky to be alive. Why didn't Ty call 911, he didn't eat the mushrooms?"
"I pureed them into the sauce, so he ate some too."
"Oh. Well, I feel okay now. But I need a shave."
He headed to the bathroom, and closed the door. He flipped on the radio, and thought for a moment that he could hear someone snoring. Must be static.
Mark sat down on the toilet, and started to empty himself. He sniffed his armpit, and muttered, "I need a shower." There was a loud stinky fart.
Dustin crinkled his nose. He was staring at his father's thigh, as he sat on the toilet. It took Dustin a moment to figure out that he was wrapped around the toilet paper roll. Ty! No!