whatswrong

laying down in the dark trying sleep i hear loud noises coming from downstairs. i look at the clock and it says 10:14 PM. it's too early for my roomate to be coming home from work, so i grab a gun and i walk downstairs, turn a corner and find my roomate slouched over on the table, i put the gun away.

"you came home from work?" i ask, he nods
"what the hell is wrong with you?" i continue
"dude the back of my neck hurts, im puking, im shittin'. Bob says i have the swine flu", he tells me
"fat Bob from work? are you serious?" i ask
"dead serious man, i feel horrible. i think i got the swine, man. it's gotta be the swine." he says to me frantically

I start laughing hysterically, he's shaking his head "It's not funny dude" i continue to laugh "it's really not funny" he says.

"fuck yeah it is. you're going to listen to fat Bob? when the fuck did he get his PhD?" i say, still smirking
"dude it's the swine, it's gotta be the swine"