"I Want my Peach Cobbler!!"
by CuzMariah

     You come home from a hard day at the office, and throw your jacket on
the couch. The only thing that has kept you sane throughout the day has been
the thought of the delicious peach cobbler you bought from Threadgills
resting peacfully in your fridge. You walk to your fridge, tripping over
socks, and various pieces of dirty clothing you have been too lazy to pick
up. When you open your fridge, you discover to your absolute horror, that
your prized peach cobbler is gone!  You scream a thousand curses in more
languages than you thought you knew. Who in God's sweet name would have dared
to steal your peach cobbler??'
      You close your fridge door, and sulk over to the stairs, sitting on
them.  What are you going to do now, that peach cobbler was your life!  Your
head falls into your hands and you sob uncontrollably. Trying to calm
yourself, you trace the patterns in the tiles on your kitchen floor.  Your
eyes come to the pair of socks you tripped over earlier. Wait.. Those socks
aren't yours. You look between your feet, and notice the pants your sitting
on aren't yours either. And neither is the shirt lying at the top of the
stairs.  You pick your fanny off the stairs, and grab the shirt. It smells
wonderfully of some mysterious cologne.  While indulging in that magnificent
smell, you notice the boxer shorts lying in front of your bedroom.  You
scramble over to the boxers and peek inside your room.  
     There lying on your bed, is Nunkies (in repose of course), in the buff,
with your missing peach cobbler spread all over his sexy, muscular, well
formed, finely chisled chest.  You venture to look lower, and notice several
scoops of vanilla ice cream placed tactfully over a rather unmentionable
place.  "Hello, my dear," he says in that voice that could melt plutonium, "I
noticed all your bowls were dirty. I thought I might...improvise..."

Fin