Friday, February 3, 2012

Better than one.

I'm ordinary… or so I like to tell myself.

I woke up this morning, rolled out of bed, scratched my backside and brushed my teeth, much like you probably did.  I took a shower, washed both heads of hair, spent some time in an internal, well, mainly internal, at least until I got the english muffins down, debate about what to have for breakfast.  That's when Tom, that's my other heads name by the way, saw what I had chosen to put into our stomach.

The doctors had told our mother that we were conjoined twins.  We share all organs, only have two arms and two legs, just like you, but we have two heads.

"What does it matter what I eat?"  I argued.

"I don't like english muffins!"

"But I do, and I'm the one eating them, we don't share taste buds you ass."

That shut him up, for now at least.  Man was he an ass when he woke up this morning.  But, I probably would be too if I was woken up by someone putting me in the shower.

"What's on tap for today?"  I asked as he grabbed the morning paper in our left hand, our right carrying the now buttered english muffin to the table.

"Well, we got that call last night about the stolen painting, we could try and track down the thief."

1 comment:

theTummy said...

I like it. You know what they say about two heads being better than one...

Also with your witty dialog (as in the demons you write about), this could be an amazing story.

Post a Comment