Simpsons Porn Story: No Beer equals Screaming Homer Chapter 1
Yoshizilla: Ooooh…the
Simpsons…seriously, that series is, like, over twenty years old,
and it seems to not showing any signs of stopping! Well, when the
original voice actors die and when the creators/producers/people who
work on the show either quit, get fired, or die and go into the
afterlife, I guess that would be it for the Simpsons…but I’m being
to gosh darn negative! I should be proud that the Simpsons helped
shaped today’s society, and that…well…err…I don’t know, I’m
just happy that the Simpsons is still going well and strong. Anyway,
here’s my Simpsons fanfic, and I hope all of you folks out there
enjoy it (especially fans, hehe). And why are particular one-shots of mine that aren’t in the Super Smash Brothers section are short, I do not know. Unfortunately, it must be because I’m RUSHED. (sigh) Just enjoy the stupid story.
Disclaimer: All of the Simpsons
characters/references/settings/whatevers belong to 20th Century Fox.
(Cue chord: Theeeee Siiimpsoooons…)
“MARRRGE, the cat ate my tie
again!” Homer moaned, watching Snowball II playing with the
remains of his old tie.
Marge’s voice can be heard from up the
stairway. “Then go get a new tie!”
Homer gasped. “But…but! What if
I can’t find a tie?” He shouted back.
Marge sighed. “Then go to work
without one. You usually manage to get to work without the need of a
tie.”
“But Marge, ties are important!”
Homer argued, when Santa’s Little Helper ran by and caused Homer to
fall backwards.
Homer growled, and as Santa’s Little
Helper started to run towards him, he grabbed his dog by the neck and
started to choke him. “Why you little-!”
Bart rode into the living room on his
skateboard and pushed Homer by the leg, causing his father to topple
down on the floor. Bart laughed and then he fell down the stairs of
the basement.
Homer sighed. “Oh boy, what a day.
I need a Duff.” He went to the refrigerator and opened it. He
screamed in horror after discovering that there was no beer. “AHHH!!!
NO DUFF!!!” He then checked the fridge, and gasped again in
horror. “AHHH!!!!” He then started to run around in
circles, screaming, “NO BEER!!!! IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!!!!!
AHHHHH!!!!!!”
Marge came down, dressed in her morning
robes, and slapped Homer. “Homie, get a hold of yourself! It’s
just beer, and besides, you can always get it at Moe’s!”
Homer rubbed his sore cheek, trying to
tell Marge, “But Marge! Haven’t you hard? Moe turned his bar
into a videogame shop!”
Marge rolled her eyes. “Videogame
shop? Hmm, the last time I went there, WHICH WAS YESTERDAY TO PICK
YOU UP, YOU SELFISH MAN!!!!” She yelled in Homer’s face,
clearing her throat and continuing, “…it was clearly a bar to
me.”
Homer gasped in joy. ‘Really!?” He
started to hop up and down, giggling excitedly.
Marge rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Fine, if you want to go to Moe’s Tavern, then go.”
“WOO-HOO!!!” Homer screamed,
kissing Marge and then running out of the house, jumping into his car
by crashing through the small window (which he got stuck in for a few
seconds struggling), started up the engine and backed up on the road,
before speeding down the street. Marge sighed as she watched police
cars tail her crazed husband.
THE
END