It's not every time serious post. Let's rekax and catch some fun reading this story.
You can laugh if it cracks you up, if it doesn't I hope it make you feel relaxed.
Story:
Kerry felt very weak waking up this morning. He struggled to get out of bed and could hardly lift a foot to walk.
"Ah, no!" He screamed in pains, crouching tightly in bed. He reached for his phone on his bed side table to call in sick, and imagined his boss barking orders at him to resume work before 8 am and visit the clinic afterwards.
Kerry cramped his head between his arms, prodding it up and down. His thoughts veered back to yesterday, recalling the cause of his pains and weakness.
He resumed work yesterday, grinning broadly, winking and greeting everyone that passed by him. He walked straight to Colemans cubicle and showed him a credited sum of 372,000 in his registered account on a sports betting website.
"Wow! This is unbe-un-unbelievable. Coleman stuttered, clasping Kerry hands and nudging his shoulders.
"It's been four weeks I last won a bet," Kerry lowered his voice to rebuff attention from the rising eyeballs of some co-workers. "I placed a bet of 186 odds with 2000 and I still cant believe I won. I feel so lucky."
Kerry and Coleman agreed to celebrate Coleman's success at Barry lounge after work, where they would fill their tummies with as much gulps of alcohol as they could take. On their way to Barry lounge, they both spotted a man pulling a dog on the sidewalk across the road.
"Look at that man," Kerry grabbed Colemans shoulder, pointing at the man with his index finger. "Look at his shiny head.”
Coleman began to giggle. He covered his mouth to reduce the sound.
“Why dont you sneak behind him and smack his head? Kerry urged him. You tell him you saw a big insect biting his head and you tried to kill it.
Hell, no, Coleman countered. Look how tall he is. Look at the huge Alsatian by his side. Why dont you go?”
"I have played worse than this, you know," Kerry replied.
Coleman hesitated, gazing continuously at the mans head. He crossed to the other side of the road, sneaked behind the man and slapped his head. The man turned round to see a short guy dashing away and involuntarily released his dogs chain, watching it take off after Coleman.
Kerry could not hold back his burst of laughter. He tried all he could to stop laughing but the scenario had cracked his ribs beyond repair. The sound of the slap, the mans reaction and the dog chase all happened in less than 10 seconds and he was still struggling to control his laughter when he noticed a tall figure by his side. He stopped laughing and lifted his gaze to a large palm rushing towards his face. The man smacked him across the face throwing him to the ground. The man battered his face with rapid rolls of punches, kicking his legs and cracking his muscles.
Kerry screamed in pains, crying and begging the man. He felt some relief when the man stopped to look behind him. It was the Alsatian that was on its way back to its owner, it was running in their direction. Kerry shrieked to his feet and ran as fast as he his legs could carry him. He arrived home and met Coleman standing by his door, spotting a calmer look on his face.
How did you get here? He asked, panting.
“Oh, no! Coleman yelled. He grabbed Kerry on his back and led him into his living room to attend to his wounds.
Kerry returned from recalling the cause of his predicament. He felt very stupid for prodding Coleman to smack the man's head. We both would have had more fun, he thought. He turned to his clock and tried jerking off his bed. Oops, it was already 8 am and he was yet to get out of bed.
