i spent the summer in gotham

512.

We are high from early morning till dawn.

Jason came back with a case of wine. Seeing his confident look, I thought he was good at drinking.As a result, after drinking half a glass of wine, a blush visible to the naked eye appeared on the second brother's face.

Holding the wine glass, he showed a naive and silly smile, and nimbly jumped onto the coffee table when everyone was unprepared.The glass coffee table groans fragilely under its 180-pound weight.

"I have a gift for the baby bird!" He raised his glass and announced loudly.

I was terrified, "The coffee table, the coffee table is about to break!"

Jason looked serious, with his feet on the glass tabletop as steady as Mount Tai, "I wrote a little poem myself, and it's Baby Bird's birthday today, and I want to recite this poem for him!"

Dick began to watch the excitement and applauded without hesitation, "Yeah, Jason, you're amazing!" He pretended to wipe away the tears that didn't exist, "I'm already crying."

With Dick's support, Jason was more aura. He raised his head and swallowed the wine in the glass with pride, and threw the glass to the ground.I hurriedly rushed over to catch the wine glass that was almost smashed to pieces, only to hear Jason standing on the coffee table and start reciting his poems aloud.

Every word is precious, every sentence is full of affection, and Tim has tears in his eyes, "What's the strength of this wine?"

"I don't know." Stephanie said, I turned to look at her, thinking something was wrong in my heart, the beautiful thin blush on the blonde's face was so familiar.

Stephanie cheered with a bottle in hand, "I'll cheer everyone up!"

After finishing speaking, she hopped onto the coffee table with the bottle in hand, and the poor coffee table let out an overwhelmed cry of despair. Stephanie blew on the mouth of the bottle, "What dance do you want to see me dance?"

Farewell, coffee table gentleman can't hold on anymore, stop now!

Damian gave an evil smile, "Can you dance gangsta?"

:)

Damian, you can't jump on the coffee table, so keep a line, so we can see each other in the future.

Dick was like a relentless applause machine, lashing out at Stephanie with enthusiastic applause.

Stephanie frowned.I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, "How is such an outrageous request..."

"You can't dance gangsta music alone," Stephanie said seriously, with an extremely serious look on her face. "Put the tea table away, I want to dance with Jason!"

"Okay!" Everyone's hurtful cheers drowned out my broken question.

Dick was full of enthusiasm, "There are not enough people, I'll come too." He went up and moved the coffee table with Jason, who was so drunk that his feet were unsteady, and stood in the middle, "I am the C position, and I am the small plane Grayson."

You wake up!Tim took out his phone and was recording!

Barbara smiled and connected to the bluetooth speaker. We originally planned to use this speaker to play the happy birthday song, but we didn't expect to use it to play gangsta music.

In the ecstasy of "Ah~ I'm Gao Dawei", Dick, Stephanie, and Jason slid and shook their heads neatly.

I numbly asked Tim next to me, "Don't you care?"

"Why bother?" Tim's eyes lit up, he was busy sending the video to the cloud, and prepared dozens of fucking copies, "This is the best birthday present!"

I realized the reality. Apart from me, there is no normal person in this family.

KillerQueen, the third bomb, loses and eats dirt!

513.

The thing about wine is that when the atmosphere improves, people who don't drink before will follow suit.

This good atmosphere is of course created by the first group of people who got drunk.When everyone is hahaha, the dementia virus will infect everyone silently, and finally everyone will enter the illustrated book of human deceptive behavior together, leaving a lesson of blood and tears for future generations.

At the end of the day, the demons danced wildly in the house, and Damian and Tim, who secretly drank some wine, gave us the famous Star Wars scene "Iayourfather".

When Damian cut off the wine bottle in Tim's hand with a knife, the room was filled with joy and laughter, and the scene was joyous and very warm.

And I sat in the middle of the sofa blankly, "What's wrong with this world?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

Stephanie gave me a goofy smile.Behind her, Barbara is drunk, flirting with Dick.

oh my eyes!

514.

I don't know when this case of wine will be finished.

Dick and I stood among the staggering people, not drinking at all, and looked at each other.

Yes, Dick, the scheming boy, played the craziest and didn't actually drink much at all.Everyone who came to him for a drink drank more because of his eloquence, and it was Barbara who made him drink more.

Jason picked up his hood, kissed him deeply, and slept peacefully under the coffee table.

Stephanie, Kassan, and Tim play highball on the couch.Tim was at the bottom, looking like he was about to suffocate.

Damian lay in a straight line on the couch, his sleep habits were really good, hands clasped on stomach, blanket pulled up to his chin.This is the standard sleeping position that I have never achieved in my entire life.

Barbara was lying on the table, and I tried to poke it a few times, but the eldest sister remained motionless, and she could hear a small snoring sound when she got closer.

Dick put a can of soda in front of me, "Shall we have a drink?"

I said vigilantly, "Don't try to make a fool of me, I refuse."

"Pineapple beer." Dick showed an innocent expression, "no alcohol content."

I took the can with suspicion, and sat cross-legged with Dick on the rug that had been ruined by others.

Dick tried several bottles before finally breaking a bottle out of Stephanie's hand with a little wine in it.He poured the wine into the glass, "You are much more cheerful than when we first met."

"Maybe this is showing my true colors." I said, who would have thought that I used to have a face of social terror?

"We should have a drink to this bromance," Dick held up his glass, "and put the drunks to bed later."

"Okay," I said, pulling off the tab and clinking glasses with Dick. "Cheers!"

"cheers!"

I took a shallow sip and saw Dick finish the bottom layer of the glass.

The redness on his face started to become apparent, and Dick turned his head and looked at me incredulously, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell headlong on the carpet, while I drank pineapple beer slowly, enjoying the fruits of victory to myself.

Those who hurt others are always hurt, Grayson, didn't Sweetheart Pig Daddy teach you not to drink drinks that are out of your sight?

Boys must protect themselves when they go out.

I showed the evil smile of the man behind the scenes, and took another sip of the pineapple beer.

……

Is this the taste of pineapple beer?

515.

The carpet was soft, the air conditioner was warm and I was fine.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I seemed to see heaven. My father and Alfred had a halo of light above their heads, with wings growing on their backs, shaking their heads helplessly, and hugging all the people in the room to the bed.

"Are you awake?" my dad asked me.

I dazedly smiled at Angel Dad.

"Hey hey, your face is so pretty."

Angel Dad: ...

516.

I'm sure I'm dreaming.

Because when the angel father carried me back to the bedroom, I pillowed on his chest muscles.

"Hee hee hee, your breasts are really big."

Angel Dad: ...

517.

When I woke up, my memory was limited to the embarrassing scene where I murdered Dick, and Dick murdered me at the same time, and we fell one after the other.

Damn, I haven't had time to take a drunk picture of Dick yet!

I got up from the bed, the room was full of people, all kinds of men and women in T-shirts were lying on the bed and under the bed, for a moment I thought I was Li Cizhang, king of Shang Zhou, in the scene of wine pool and meat forest.

I straddle Dick's thigh over Jason's face, make my way outside the bedroom, grab my clothes and rush into the bathroom before everyone wakes up.

When I came out of the shower, Dick got up scratching his head, "Did you see Tim?"

"Could he have woken up first?" I looked around, and there was no sign of Tim among the pile of pigs lying on the bed.

Dick pointed to the mobile phone on the sofa, and affirmed, "No way, Tim absolutely can't leave without a mobile phone."

You have a point.

How can anyone go out without a mobile phone in this world!

Mobile phones are half of human beings!

518.

Dick and I searched around and found nothing.

A long object fell from the sky and hit my forehead. I took a closer look and saw that it was a hand.

I:……

I looked up the arm, and one arm was hanging down and dangling limply.

I stepped on a stool and took a look. Tim was lying on the top of the closet and sleeping soundly. He even snored happily, drooling all over the top of the closet.

Me: Pupil Earthquake.jpg

How did he get up there? ? ?

519.

The doorbell rang, Dick was brushing his teeth, and I, the only sane representative, ran to answer the door.

Connor was standing outside the door with a boy I didn't recognize.

"Good morning, Lee." Sunglasses Connor greeted me, "This is me and Tim's friend Bart, we're here to pick Tim up for his birthday."

Tim is a busy man, with a birthday rush.I opened the door for them, "Good morning, if you're looking for Tim, he's in the bedroom."

Connor and Bart entered the bedroom and looked around, carefully stepping over Jason who was sleeping like a dead pig, looking for the girl on the bed and Damian, "I didn't see anyone."

I calmly said, "He's on the wardrobe."

Connor and Bart: "..."

520.

"You just let him be carried by Connor like a sack," Jason said, "with no dignity."

"Sleeping on top of a closet isn't necessarily dignified," I replied sharply, "and I have a video of you doing gangsta rock, do you want to review it now?"

Jason shut up quietly.

Dick rubbed his forehead, "But Alfred made a big dinner tonight, and Bruce's gift hasn't been delivered to Tim yet."

I thought back to Jason's poetry reading and Stephanie's gangster shake last night, and sincerely prayed for Tim that it wasn't a confidential video of him doing pole dancing that my dad sent.

"This problem is not difficult to solve." Stephanie dragged out the Kevlar sack under the table, "Let's tie him back again at night, isn't that all right?"

Stephanie is indeed a genius.

This time I will definitely drive the flying sword well, really.

521.

It's been a hectic birthday for Tim so let's wish him the best of luck.

"I'm going to be overwhelmed by the cake," he said with blank eyes, "and you, yes, it's you, Li Cizhang."

"In the next life, in the next life, I will never use your flying sword again!!!"

Hey, anyway, didn't my dad call you another 5000 million?