Bertuccis
Main St
Glastonbury, Connecticut
Dorian: *giving everyone a death stare*
Kristen: Now Dorian, we didn't mean to forget your birthday!
Dorian: You guys are dead to me.
Priscilla: Don't you talk like that to us!
Dorian: Where's my food?!
Ken: Dorian, just wait!
Bob Kimball: Did you get your birthday card in the mail, Dorian?
Dorian: Yes.
Bob Kimball: Don't be such a sorehead, okay? I remembered your birthday.
Dorian: Thanks, I guess.
Waitress: *serves us our food* Enjoy.
Dorian: *eats his pepperoni pizza, still fuming*
Priscilla: Smile and be happy, boy!
Dorian: Shut up!
Priscilla: I know you didn't tell me to shut up!
Dorian: Are you deaf? I said, shut up!
Priscilla: I'll beat you up!
Dorian: It's my birthday! You can't beat me up!
Priscilla: *beats up Dorian*
Dorian: *getting beat up*
Kristen: Dude needs to chill!
Priscilla: *still beating up Dorian*
Dorian: *still getting beat up*
This story was written on Wednesday, March 27th, 2024.
A/N Dorian, we just forgot, that's all!! Happy 17th Birthday, you sorehead!! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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