Simpsons Porn Story: Bartholomew Drunk Chapter 4

Ch. 4

Drinking
half of it, Bart started dancing around drunk. And the saints go
marching he slurred. He then climbed on his bed and started
jumping on it. and they go marching. Go saints As he
jumped this time, he did a twirl and missed the bed, landing flat on
his back. He groaned.

Hearing
the ruckus, Lisa came in the room. Bart! Are you okay?? she
asked, coming to her sick brother. She looked in his eyes.

The
wheel in the sky keeps on turning. He attempted to sing.

Eck!
Bart! Your breath smells horrible! Lisa commented, turning away.
Bart only laughed and started looking for his can of beer, wanting to
finish it.

Lisa
took another close look at Bart. Is Bart drunk?? Lisa asked
herself, seeing the signs of being drunk. She saw it enough in her
dad to know them. Oh my gosh, I think he really is drunk!

Bart
smiled. Hey Lise, whats happenin?

Lisa
looked at him shocked. Bart! Stop drinking beer or Mom and dad
will kill you!

Beer?
Where? the boy asked, looking around.

Lisa
sighed. It was a lost hope with Bart being drunk. She decided to give
him the lecture when he was more clear-headed. She got up and started
to leave.

Hey
Lise?

Yeah?

Can
you not he trailed off, belching at the end. Lisa had a feeling
it was supposed to be a dont rat me out. She half smiled and
left.

Bart
continued to sit there and sing the rest of the night.

The
next day Homer came rushing in the kitchen. Food food food food??
he asked repeatedly, almost stepping on the cat.

In
a minute Homer, Marge said, almost done cooking the pancakes.

Mom,
what are we having for breakfast? Lisa asked, sitting herself down
at the table.

Pancakes,
Marge answered. Bart! Come down and have breakfast! the mother
called.

Bart
couldnt. He couldnt pull himself up. Uuuugggghhhnh, he
moaned. The boy laid on his bed, with a severe hangover. His head
throbbed in pain and he felt like throwing up again.

BART!
Marge called again. Is he still sick? the mother asked her
family.

Uhyeah,
I think so, Lisa said nervously.

Oh.
Then Ill just bring him his breakfast, Marge said.

Thinking
there were probably beer cans around his room, Lisa piped in. Oh
no mom, I will, she offered.

Oh
could you?

Lisa
nodded and took the breakfast tray upstairs to Bart. Hey Bart,
she poked her head in.

Hey
Lise, Bart replied, half smiling. Oh god, I am NEVER drinking
again!

Good
thing. Mom thinks youre still sick. Heres your breakfast,
Lisa said, setting the tray on his bed. The two sat there in silence
for awhile.

Bart
coughed, and Lisa decided it was her time to take her leave. She
started to head out.

Hey Lise? her brother called.

Yeah?

Thanks
sis, I owe you, he said. Lisa smiled and left.