more weesnaw but shitty and frankly funny
sigh. why do i put myself through this. enjoy.
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Loki stood on the edge of the garden fence, in only swim shorts, above a large pool put up in the backyard. The pool was ten feet away.
"Watch me, bitch."
Loki flipped the bird to Sylvie before jumping off the fence and face first into the pool, disappearing under the water. She began to count to see how long it would take.
1..
2..
3..
4..
5..
He should be up soon.
7..
8..
9..
10..
He better be coming up.
12..
13..
14..
15..
He's dead. Better go tell his husband.
Sylvie opened the backdoor and shouted into the back of the kitchen.
"Mobius! Loki's drowned in the pool!"
She closed the door and sat beside the pool in a folding camping chair, watching the door fall off its hinges as a blob of half naked, fully drunk man meat came barrelling through and into the pool. Out of the pool came a weird shaped pale blob with flowered bloomer-looking swim shorts and messy black hair.
This was hilarious.
Now the drunk man's flailing around, unable to find his husband that he Kobe'd out of the water, practically drowning himself.
Loki sat up in the grass and stared at the panicking ball of chaos in the pool.
He turned to look at the blond sitting in the chair with her smug grin and epic Doge glasses.
"You're getting him out this time."
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i had this idea from a memory i had, live with it