Simpsons Porn Story: Grease A SNPP Production Chapter 1

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I predicted that it was going to be just another normal weekday afternoon. I expected to wake up around 4:00 in the afternoon to the sound of Mr. Smithers annoying, announcer-like voice telling me to get off my carcass and do some work, or else just go home. Of course, I would choose to go home, but not before grabbing one last pink-iced donut from the coffee room and chatting with Lenny or Carl about how unwarranted Mr. Smithers disdain was for me and generally about how disdainful he was himself, before turning around and seeing him standing there, prissily pissed, and then fleeing the place as swiftly as I could to the cries of my friends cheering me on.

And at least part of my prediction turned out to be correct. I was in and out of work by 4:15, driving to Moes after a long dayor at least, a long days rest. My stomach was satiated by that last delicious donut and my confidence had been risen by my friends laughter at what I secretly knew wasnt really all that good of an imitation of our boss. I sighed contently as I drove, turning the stereo to some random station and singing along inaccurately to some 80s tune that exited my speakers. This is the life, I thought to myself. Nothing ever changes, and thats perfectly fine with me.

As I parked on the familiar curb outside the beautifully familiar tavern that I visited every day, I couldnt help but feel thankful for what I had. My life wasnt perfect, of course, but at that moment, I realized just how happy I was with it, despite or maybe even due to its imperfections. Maybe your life is a routine, but it is your routine. Maybe your job was a dead-end, corporate hellhole, but its yours. Maybe this bar was really just a low-class pub, but again, it its yours. Oractually, its Moes, butwhatever.

I ambled into the tavern, predicted now to see my other friends, Moe, Barney, and some other regulars that I was in the mood to play pool with. Hey, gang. Whats happening? I asked cheerfully as I took my seat next to Barney.

Hey, Homer, said Barney, sounding oddly more sober than usual. Guess what happened to me today?

What? I asked as Moe served me up my usual Duff bottle.

I was dining at this fancy restaurant today because I found a gift certificate for it on the floor. I didnt like the restaurant though. I felt like I had found this great luck and then it was wasted. So, I told the managers what I thought!

You did? Were you thrown out?

Nope. I was offered a job.

I raised my eyebrows in incredulity. A job? My envy immediately began to surface. For what?

To be a food critic. Im going to be in the Springfield Gazette! I tell you. That gift certificate has changed my life. I have a job now. And that means no more booze, said Barney strongly.

Confused, I questioned, Then what are you doing here at Moes?

Ill still come here to socialize. Just not to drink. The only alcohol that will touch these lips now will be wine at some fine bistro.

Before I could process this sudden change, Moe spoke abruptly and said: Well, try to get your socializing done soon. I got a hot date tonight and will be closing this joint early.

I looked up at Moe with surprise. You have a date tonight, Moe?

As he swathed down a mug, he replied, Is that really so hard to believe? That a young woman might find me attractive?

I shrugged. Yeah, it kind of is.

Now irate, Moe began to stutter, Y-you know what? Everybody out. I gotta get ready, and I dont need you here tainting my good mood. Now out!

I desolately handed Moe over some money for my drink and began to leave. That experience at Moes was certainly not what I had expected or wanted. I soon got into my old car and drove home to see my family. At least they wont be different. They never change, I thought comfortingly.

I walked into my house and saw Bart and Lisa on the floor of the living room, watching Itchy and Scratchy with wide, enthralled eyes. I sighed with relief. Hey, kids. How were your days? I asked, sitting on the couch contently.

The episode ended just as Lisa turned around and said sadly, Hey, Dad. My day was awful.

Uh-oh Why? What happened?

I got a C+ on my history test, admitted Lisa, sounding as if she was on the verge of tears.

Internally, I screamed. Externally, I screamed as well. A C+?! Lisa, thats not like you at all!

She sat up and wiped her watery eyes. I know, I knowI dont know what happened, Dad.

Instead of comforting her, I turned to Bart. Bart, Bartyoure still the same, arent you?

Bart looked at me with unblinking and unreadable eyes. Well, today I began thinking that I might have a crush on Milhouse, but besides that, yeah, Im the same.

At this juncture, I let out a distressed cry and ran into the kitchen, panting from fear. Marge, who was sitting at the kitchen table shifting through some mail, looked up at me immediately and asked anxiously, Homer, Homer, whats wrong?

Everythings changing, Marge. Everything I once knew is changing! I mean, I guess I knew that things wouldnt always stay the same, but I then looked at a particular envelope that Marge was holding. It was a letter from the power plant. I for some reason had the urge to open it.

Homer? What does the letter say? asked Marge, noticing my sudden change in mood.

I smiled. It is announcing that the plant is going be putting a production of Grease. Mmmmgrease.

Are you going to try out?

I pondered this question. Maybe this is just what I need. A change in my own life. Something new I thought a bit harder. You know, Im going to do it. Im going to try out for this play, and Im going to be the best Phantom of the Opera this town has ever seen!

Homer, the play is Grease. I dont think theyre going to need a Phantom of the Opera.

Realizing my mistake, I let out a short, Doh! and then proceeded to dramatically say, Well, then Ill be the best damn…umJohn Travolta this town has ever seen! You just wait and see