All the collaborating around here made Eden
and I got a little sentimental. We started thinking about all our favourite duos, you know; Bart and Millhouse, Barbie and Ken, Sonny & Cher and Jay-Z & Beyonce. Feeling a little left out, the two of us joined forces and went out for a day on the town together...
It was a really good summers day, so we packed our surfboards and sun tan lotion, and hit the beach for some gnarly waves and some tan-time.
We were feeling a little adventurous, so we rolled some little kids for their inflatable raft, and rode it through the Springfield Mall.
After that we were feeling pretty rebellious, so were hired some cowboy costumes, sang “I Got You Babe”
and held up a lolly shop for some sour worms and (insert your favourite candy here).
When the sugar wore off we got pretty tired, so we sat down to watch and critique a film.
I forgot to turn my phone off during the movie, and interrupted the whole cinema when Muhammad Ali called. He needed us for a fight. So we ditched our popcorn and ran for the ring.
The fight got us both in a fighting mood. But not your regular fighting, we’re talking, CRIME FIGHTING. So we squeezed into some tight lycra and took out some badies.
By this time it was nightfall, and we were ready to shake our groove thang. So shake our groove thang we did! Jordan slipped into something a little more comfortable and we hit up a Karaoke bar.
We got talking to some single ladies
, but it seemed they had 99 problems
so we left the karaoke bar. It was the end of the night, and we were about to part ways, when we decided it would be far more fun to have a sleepover, and to give peace a chance