Simpsons Porn Story: Bartholomew Drunk Chapter 3

Ch. 3

Later
that day, Bart came down from his room with a splitting headache. His
dad was on the couch, watching TV.

Hey
Dad? he asked. Homer sighed, hating to be interrupted while
watching TV.

What
is it?

When
you get drunkdo you feel sick at all?

Nope,
only the next morning I do! he said, chuckling.

Ohokay.
Thanks dad, said Bart and went back upstairs.

I
kind of liked being drunk. I probably got sick only because it was my
first time. My headache is going away. Should I try again? The 10
year old thought, looking in his mirror. Lets do it! he
cheered, quickly making his way back downstairs. Bart crossed the
family room again, but stopped.

Hey
Bart, do you know what happened to one of my beers? I had sixbut
now I have 3, Homer said. Bart turned around.

Thats because you drank 3 of them, dad,

But I only had he started, and started counting on his
fingers. two, he finished.

Sorry dad, dont know what happened to that other one, Bart
said and managed to leave. Marge was at the store, getting TV dinners
for tomorrow. The ten year old opened the fridge and managed to get
another beer without making a sound. Now how was he going to hide it
from his dad? The answer came from a series of snores just starting
then. Bart peeked in the family room seeing Homer dead asleep.

Bart sniggered and crept across the room with the beer can, and ran
all the way to his room. He closed the door behind him. Alright,
here it goes! he said, chugging the beer down.