Mr.Toast’s night on the town (short story with pictures)

Posted by nat the brat in whateves on October 30th, 2007 @ 10:45 pm

Mr. Toast awaits the train. He’s going to meet up with his friends. “geez, the F train takes forever” he said The train finally arrives, as he boards he lets out a sigh of relief, “the fun is about to begin” he thinks to himself. With a teethy grin on his face and excitement running through his body he takes the train to his destination. When he arrives at the bar all his friends were waiting for him, “Mr toast, you’re finally here” everyone bellowed out with joy.

The night events were typical of most nights out for this group. Photo booth pictures were taking in countless numbers. “it’s tradition” mr. toasted cheered. After the dollar bills ran out and everyone had a weird white light in their vision because of the flash, the group of friends got down to some mean games of Ms.Pacman. Tara was the most skilled player of all time, in fact she holds the world record high score. This did not intimidate Mr.Toast, who was indeed a good sport, so he saddled up to play a game that was for sure not going to end in his favor. Tara slaughtered Mr.Toast, but with a casual cool he got up and excused him self to the restroom, you see Mr.Toast has eaten Taco Bell for dinner and needed to expel what ever was brewing inside. He took care of his business. He washed up, fixed his hair and rejoined his friends. Time flew by, laughs, drinks, games. The night was amazing, but like most amazing things it came to an end. “I’m not in the mood to wait for the train, lets take a cab” Mr.Toast explained to a few of his friends, and they agreed. The cab dropped everyone off at each of their homes, “bye tara, I want a rematch next time” mr.toast said in a macho man randy savage kinda voice. “you’re on” tara said as she closed the door. Mr.Toast drifted in and out of sleep the rest of the way to his house.
As soon as he got home he realized how hungry he was, taco bell doesn’t stay with you long, so he made himself a sandwich and had one final beer before calling it a night. As he laid his head on his pillow he thought “I have the most amazing friends, I am so fortunate”

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  1. madex said,
    on October 30th, 2007 at 11:27 pm

    Oh no Mr. Toast is a Cannibal? Say it ain’t so Mr. Toast.

  2. nat the brat said,
    on October 31st, 2007 at 7:20 am

    he’s just eating bread, not toast!

  3. patBenatard said,
    on October 31st, 2007 at 9:57 am

    She did what ?!

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