![]() ![]() Hayley turned to the window with her glazed eyes peering along the humble town of Langley Falls. Her inebriated mind had found the jiggling somewhat hypnotic, so she did it again. Now I gotta exercise,” she gripped the belly fat on her middle, shook it, and watched the adipose bounce up and down. Hayley slammed the door after her mother's exit, "Great. "There we go, Franny," she smiled coyly to herself upon exiting while cradling, "Demolish the battle and sweep the war." "Yeah! I'll do.something!", Francine’s mind fumbled around to say anything more threatening, “I’M LEAVING NOW!” "Then what?” Hayley snickered, "Are you going to do something.uhh…," Hayley's stoned mind had lost the words itself. If you don't shed those pounds by the end of the month.then-then-uhh." You’re not just lying to me to get me out of here. 'Kay, love you bye."īefore Hayley could completely shove her mother out of the room, Francine firmly placed both arms on the doorframe, adding too much resistance for Hayley to counter, "Hold on, fatty. “Mom, a little clutter, goblins eating my torn underwear, and pizza on the floor never hurt anybody”.Īfter taking a swig of beer and a fistful of cheesy paws, Hayley had to say something quick to get her mom from yelling at her anymore, "Ugh, she’s killing my good vibes with her…not so good ones”. She touched her hair her fingers came back slick as grease, "Well. "Hmm?" Hayley placed a hand on her gut, it certainly wasn’t as bad as her mom made it out to be, "Hey, when did I unbutton my pants?", she searched for the pants button and found that it was all the way across the room, "Oh". "You have become such a slob! Your room is a mess! And look at you!" Francine stuck a firm finger into Hayley's spare tire middle, "You've put on some weight, Missy!" ![]() Chill”.įrancine narrowed her eyes further, "Here it comes.". Hayley shoved the last of the brownie of her mouth and stammered to reply to her angry mother, "Dy’me Juft hafing some bruwnees. I hardly miss…whats-his-hat anyways”.Ībruptly, the door swung open to reveal an aggravated Francine Smith, hands on hips, eyes narrowed and stern, "Hayley Smith! What in God's name do you think you're doing? This place smells and it's a pigsty! It’s a smelly pigsty!" The droplets that didn't make it into her mouth rolled down her face and along her ever so slight double chin, some even slid into her belly button, “Nothing could *retch* beat this feeling. Hayley shook the remaining amount of beer into her mouth and tossed the bottle amongst the rest of the empty snack packaging that laid strewn about in her room. Satisfied, Hayley belched and scratched her slightly rotund stomach lethargically, "This *hic* has to be, *mph* the best purchase ever." A little chocolate smeared on her cheek, “Eh, I’ll get it later”. Slothfully, while smacking on the brownies she accompanied them with a mouthful of beer between each bite. You can never trust burnouts to not do something half assed, but with the power of the Internet and the constant experimenting of the ingredient measurements her endeavor had turned for the better.īeside her was a near empty tray of brownies and a half-finished 6-pack of Pawtucket brew. At first, her dive into indulgence was unsuccessful due to the recipe’s unorganized and messy nature. Keeping herself high and well fed on junk food deterred the sting of Jeff’s absence. The hippie took a long drag from her blunt, letting the smoke stir in her lungs and melt her brain, “Wow, that Ernesto sure knows how to grow some good weed”, she blew out the air with a low pitched belch. To make matters more enjoyable, these rituals have recently become a lot more food filled ever since she purchased herself a copy of 'The Stoners Cookbook' at the Local Langley jamboree. ![]() This activity had become a monthly ritual for Hayley ever since she hit the rebellion stage at the age of fifteen, it then grew into a weekly ritual since she began dating Jeff a few years back, and after recent events it finally it transformed into a daily ritual soon after aliens, thanks to Roger, abducting Jeff just two months prior. “I am so high right now”, she mumbled for the umpteenth time to no one in particular, except to the three-inch tall goblins running around her trashy room. The lava lamp keeping her mind afloat with its mesmerizing colorful gooeyness completed her little slice of heaven. On the stereo, My Morning Jacket ambiently plays in the background. Hayley Smith, daughter to the right wing Smith family of Langley Falls, lounges in her room, absolutely stoned out of her mind, once again. "Oh, man, *burp*, this is a great batch." ![]()
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