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A collection of stories about my family's trip to the movies going sour quite fast!

#1097790 added September 21, 2025 at 11:12am
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A trip to the movies gone bad - A 'HIM' Movie
It was Monday, September 15th, 2025, and you have FINALLY gotten over Covid! It has been a rough 3 weeks, but you have recovered and survived...NO THANKS TO THAT BASTARD ROSS!!!

Throughout the week, you would be doing one Live-stream after another, doing whatever you can to make the extra money needed to pay off the extortionists at the electric company!
On Thursday, September 18th, 2025, you would find out that Ross is seeing yet, another horror movie!


Are you fucking kidding? There are some people that are still sick with Covid, not to mention, A COUPLE MORE OF YOUR BUDDIES JUST KICKED THE BUCKET BECAUSE OF IT! ROSS REALLY NEEDS TO QUIT MINGLING WITH FOREIGNERS AND BRINGING BACK ALL OF THESE HORRIBLE DISEASES!!!

However, before you could do much, you would get even more horrible news!
One of your nieces would get kicked out of her mother's trailer after she came home wasted while stinking up a storm of weed!


Not only that, but your mother would drive by the bastard's place, cause a scene in his front yard and demand he stops hanging out with foreigners before yelling and cussing up a storm and leaving his home in a hurry! As she returns home, she would run a red light, prompting a cop to pull her over!


You were going to confront the bastard tomorrow and teach him a lesson or two over this shit!

On the morning of Friday, September 19th, 2025, you would get a phone call from your wife! You would hope that during the phone call, she would apologize for being a royal bitch, or better yet, quit making you see the little shits each weekend and allow you to regain your freedom on weekends!

"Hey Honey, what you calling about?"
"Well, I thought that we change things up a bit and go get some food from that Hibachi grill that your brother Ross likes going to!"

You remember that your brother likes going to this new Hibachi grill in town that cooks up lots of succulent Japanese dishes!


"OK Honey, listen, the food is good there, but they are awful pricey, and I don't have that much cash on me, and I don't want to max out my credit card again in case I need to use it for an emergency and..."
"Yeah well, I'm not in the mood for burgers and pizzas, I want some damn steak and noodles!"
"AND I TOLD YOU, I DON'T WANT TO MAX OUT MY CREDIT CARD! NOW PLEASE JUST SETTLE FOR SOMETHING CHEAPER AND..."
"AND I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT I WANT THE STEAK AND NOODLES! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR MONEY OR MAX OUT A CREDIT CARD, I WANT SOME DAMN STEAK AND NOODLES!!!"

She would then hang up the phone with a big slam! You would let out a deep sigh and started pacing around the kitchen, wondering just how the Hell you are going to come up with the money needed for the extravagant meals! As you wonder into the pantry, you would see some spare "to-go" boxes that you use to bring food to the homes of your relatives. Just then, an idea popped inside of your head! What if you cooked up some food here and make it look like it was picked up from the Hibachi grill? It's a sinister idea, but it has to work! Your finances depend on it! You would cook up some cheap-ass Ramen noodles, as well as some leftover beef and vegetables from recent cookings, then sprinkled on some fancy seasoning to TRY to make it look good before putting the food inside of the "to-go" boxes! You would then quickly hide the pots and pans inside of the dish washer before your wife would arrive! You would provide her the food and the two of you would start to eat on your food happily! However, as your wife eats some of the noodles, she would give you odd looks, making you a bit nervous at times. She would then start to ask you questions!
"You said these were from the Hibachi grill huh?"
"Um, yeah, why?"
"Then why do the noodles taste funny? I remember the noodles from the Hibachi grill being quite tasty, these taste a bit...off...YOU DIDN'T COOK THOSE CHEAP-ASS RAMEN NOODLES DID YOU?!?"
"No no no, that's how they came, STRAIGHT FROM THE HIBACHI GRILL!!!"
"BECAUSE I SWEAR, IF THEY AREN'T YOUR FAT ASS BETTER START PRAYING!!!"

After a while, your wife would eat a bit more of her food before going to the trash bin to throw away the trash.
However, as soon as she opens the lid of a trash bin, her eyes would get quite big and she would immediately give you an evil look that makes your blood ice cold! She has found the wrappers for the cheap-ass ramen noodles!
"I THOUGHT I FUCKING TOLD YOU I WANTED THE STEAK AND NOODLES FROM THE HIBACHI GRILL, NOT THIS FUCKING CHEAP ASS SHIT!!!
"OK honey, listen, I can explain..."
"NO, FUCK THIS, I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T WANT THAT CHEAP SHIT!!!"
"Oh come on Honey, have some mercy! Money is tight here and..."
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT YOU FAT FUCK! AND THESE DISGUSTING FUCKING NOODLES CAN GO STRAIGHT TO FUCKING HELL!!!

Your wife would then snap and go on a rampage in your kitchen!


You would try to stop your wife from destroying the kitchen, but she would smack you around a bit before grabbing a frying pan and knocking you out with it! While your bloated ass was knocked out cold in the kitchen, your wife would panic and tries to flee! Unfortunately, the neighbors have called the police over all of the ruckus your wife was creating and as soon as your wife ran across the front yard, cops immediately arrest her!


On Saturday, September 20th, 2025, while that bastard is at the movies again, having another grand ol' time, you would be stuck at home with the little shits again, being forced to watch over them, until at least MONDAY, or whenever your wife gets out of jail again! And as for Ross, you will hope that he EATS SHIT AND DIES!!!
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