This is slightly longer, and a bit better written then the other stuff I wrote. Enjoy.One day, Michelle was searching DJ's closet for her shoes which dat bitch stole. (DJ's a bitch. WORD.)
Michelle never found her shoes, but she did find some nice white flour. She
was baking cookies, and they
had ran out of flour to use. It looked like enough for all the cookies.
She took the small baggy and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Her father was using the restroom, so no one was in the room to tell her how much to put in. She grabbed a measuring cup. She opened the baggy and dumped it into the glass cup.
It measured half a cup and she thought that was about enough. She dumped the substance into the cookie mixture, and stirred it in. When Danny got back, he saw her mixing in the flour.
"I thought we were out of flour?" He stated. It came out as a question.
"I found some. Now I mixed it in. Let's put it in the oven!" And they did. About an hour later, everyone gathered around the kitchen table to get some cookies.
"They're done! And they're perfect. That flour does wonders." Danny pulled the soft cookies out of the oven and placed them on a platter. He set the platter on the table and the fat f***s around the table stuffed their fat faces.
"Mmmm, this is delicious. What flour did you use, Michelle?" DJ asked, curious.
"Oh, I found some in your closet," Michelle smiled. DJ's happy face was replaced with a look of terror.
"Was it in a little plastic bag?" DJ asked Michelle slowly. When Michelle nodded, DJ responded with, "I think I'm going to be sick."
Michelle hadn't eaten a cookie, so she had no idea what was so wrong with them.
"You know, I feel kinda weird now," Joey told everyone, "What was the name of the brand of flour you used, Michelle?"
Michelle shrugged and told him, "Ask DJ, I got it from a shoe box in her closet. It had some needles and some pills in there too. OH, and some green stuff. It smelled funny."
Everyone, besides Michelle, looked at DJ with a shocked look on their faces.
"DJ...Please tell me that wasn't what I think it is," Becky begged. DJ turned bright red and frowned. "It was, wasn't it?"
"Michelle, you put drugs in the cookies. I shouldn't have had it there. I'm sorry everyone...It was cocaine," DJ dropped the cookie she held in her hand and began to sob.
"....I like the cookies...." Jesse said in the silence. Everyone stopped looking at DJ and looked at him.
"DJ'S A CRACKHEAD!" Stephanie laughed. And they all had a good laugh and ate more crack cookies.
The end.
