RE: WANNA PLAY!?! ~ 2 SBD and 3 Shares of Steem Basic Income in the Pot!!

WHERE IS MY LEG

My mother has always warned me not to go out with these set of friends from my neighborhood. She always says that "show me your friends and I will tell you who you are" ... I doubt it because it an over heckeyned expression for me..

My friends are the baddest guys in the block. Every young boy in his teenage years would always like to roll with these set of fellas..and not to mention the miscellaneous that comes with it. This set of guys can smoke anything but me, I don't wish to... just want to roll with them, that's all.

One lucky day, I went to pay them a visit. My stomach was really itching me so I asked them what they were cooking. To my surprise, it was my favorite 'beans porridge'. The aroma was all over the place. Michael surely is a great cook.
The lunch was served and all the boys couldn't wait for the meal to cool down. Andre was a fast eater.. .i,myself couldn't contest with because I could barely endure a burning spoon. As we were eating, I could taste some bitterness in the soup... Although, my mind was all focus on how to win myself more spoons of the sweetest porridge, Marcus was basically asking Michael why he did that..
"Michael,why put this thing now", Marcus lament.
" Put what" ?.I ask myself. I wasn't really sure on what Marcus was talking about... I continued digging into the pot for more porridge. The deeper I went, the sweeter and bitter it becomes. Although, I was enjoying the meal, my mind was doing some investigations. This guys smoke Marijuana and anything smokable. Maybe, Michael used some of them leaves to me this soup...O!, I m dead....The world is at it end. This was done on me as I dropped the spoon in tears.

Andre had eaten more porridge than myself so it's logical he, first of all would feel the consequences. As I laid down on the couch future- sighting my madness, Michael; the cook started barking himself out...he held out his tongue like a milky toddler .. his phone now becomes a lapping bone....I tried some many times not to laugh but the gasoline of laughter seems to be tearing itself out on it own.
My mind started revolving. The marijuana started whispering, it started motivating me that I can a become Dwayne Johnsons' overnight with fifty push-ups. My head was ticking fast like the ancient Arabian clock. Andre on the other hand started jogging an empty ball..He scores a goal,celebrates himself, slaps himself again for conceding, roar again for another applause for being such a sucking fan....These roles he played judiciously owning to the help of the miraculous "MJ" .
Marcus on the other hand ran out shouting independence day to the world at large. This scenery effect was rather hallucinating, my legs now walks on their own as I watched them do so....I walked down one store asking the owner whether he might by chance saw my legs... Gosh!, It's was terrible.