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Uri-What???

Rami-WTF?

I’m about to type my surprise when another text appears in the chat.

Michael-Not tomorrow! Raph, I told you I can only take two weeks off from work in a month

Raph-Fuck work! We’re getting married tomorrow and honeymooning or what the fuck ever people do after

Michael-No, we won’t…yet

Rami-Okay. Fifty green ones say Mike will prevail

Me-Betting on Raph

Michael has my brother wrapped around his finger, but Raph is a sneaky son of a bitch. He will find a way to move up the date.

Gabe-Linda and I bet on Raph

Uri-Mike. And if you make me lose, you’ll have to pay for our next lunch!

Michael-I cannot believe you all!

Raph-Me. And I raise the bet to 100

Michael-Raph!

Rami-You can’t bet on yourself…can he?

Gabe-Sure he can

Michael-The bet is off and the wedding too!

Raph-The fuck? I’m coming home, babe. Don’t fucking move

Michael-I’m cooking barefoot in the kitchen, waiting for my TROGLODYTE to come and light up my day!

Uri-Since when do you cook?

Raph-Move that ass from the sofa and I’ll turn it red

Rami-The following show will be R-rated…

A GIF appears in the chat of Rami oohing and winking. I grunt. He shaved his reddish hair but his beard is still insanely long.

Me-Shave that damn bush as well, Unabomber

Uri-Looks more like a beggar-looking ginger Gandalf

Gabe-Bluto from Popeye

Sari-Oh, the Grinch

Me-The Grinch is all fur

Gabe-Who knows what’s under those two-sizes-too-small t-shirts

Michael-He looks like a very dumb Hagrid to me