"The Punk And the Drill Sergeant."

"What the hell are you doing?" John Entwistle asked his girlfriend, Nicky. She was outside on the balcony doing push-ups.
"I hate myself, so I'm preparing to join the military!" she said. John rolled his eyes. Nicky did hate herself. He got down on his hands and knees and stared into her eyes.
"Fine, then to get you ready, I'm going to be your drill sergeant."

Pete Townshend was laying on the sofa in his briefs. He was drinking a bottle of brandy, too.
"Pete, put some fucking clothes on!" Keith yelled. Aura slapped him.
"No, Pete will not put clothes on!" she said. Kim giggled.
"Pete, take off your underwear!" she giggled. He smiled.
"I can't put clothes on, Keef. I get to excited and have to take them off!" he cheered, drunkenly.

Out on the balcony, John's military training had turned into a session of foreplay. He tickled Nicky, and she giggled insanely.
"Now, you have to give me 100 French kisses." John commanded. Nicky put her arms around his neck. She kissed him.
"One..." She kissed him.
"Two..." *kiss* "Three..."

Roger came barging into the house. His eys bulged out of his head when he saw Pete half-naked on the couch.
"Wow, where have you been all my life?" he said in a deep, sexy voice.
Keith threw a bottle at his head.
"Up your ass and around the corner, dickface!" he yelled. Roger stood with his hands on his hips.
"You are just jealous of me, Keith John Moon!" he said angrily.

John had now pinned Nicky on the floor. He kissed her neck, and she sighed lightly.
"Now, this type of training is called hand-to-hand combat." he whispered in her ear. He slid his hands up her shirt.
"Oh, it is?" she asked. She was too into John to say anything intelligent.

"KIM! I NEED A BLOWJOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pete screamed. Kim rushed to his side. Aura looked at him, disgustedly.
"You never include me, Pete. I'm sick of it. I'm your number one whore, and you ignore me!" she sobbed. Pete rolled his eyes.
"Fine." he said, "AURA!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED A BLOWJOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What about me?" Roger asked. Pete puked.
"Christ, Rogah, look what you made Pete do!" Keith screamed, "All ovah the new sofa! We can nevah 'ave anyfing nice because of you!"

John was moaning softly as he kissed Nicky's neck. She was squealing in delight.
"And this is how, when you go into battle, you will, uh, defeat the enemy." he gasped.

"Holy fuck. Why do you always blame everything on me?" Roger sobbed. "It's because I love Graham isn't it?"
"We don't give a fuck who you love." Keith answered, "Just don't make people puke on the couch."
Pete was too busy moaning on the couch as Aura and Kim fiddled about.

John and Nicky were really going at it on the balcony. Suddenly, there was snapping sound, and the boards gave way. The two lovers fell into the pull below, screaming and clinging to each other the whole way down.
"Fuck! Cold Water!" John screamed.

Keith ran outside.
"Oh my God! You two wankahs! This family can nevah 'ave anyfing nice! One pukes on the sofa, and you two can't control your fucking 'ormones and you break the balcony!" he screamed, "What does a woman 'ave to do to keep 'er 'ouse'old decent?"

Roger looked at Keith.
"You're not a woman, Keith." he said. Keith looked at him.
"I'm not? This is news to me."

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!


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		"The Punk and the Drill Sergeant." By Nickeleh Entwistle



		"What the hell are you doing?" John Entwistle asked his girlfriend, Nicky. She was outside on the balcony doing push-ups. "I hate myself, so I'm preparing to join the military!" she said. John rolled his eyes. Nicky did hate herself. He got down on his hands and knees and stared into her eyes. "Fine, then to get you ready, I'm going to be your drill sergeant." Pete Townshend was laying on the sofa in his briefs. He was drinking a bottle of brandy, too. "Pete, put some fucking clothes on!" Keith yelled. Aura slapped him. "No, Pete will not put clothes on!" she said. Kim giggled. "Pete, take off your underwear!" she giggled. He smiled. "I can't put clothes on, Keef. I get to excited and have to take them off!" he cheered, drunkenly. Out on the balcony, John's military training had turned into a session of foreplay. He tickled Nicky, and she giggled insanely. "Now, you have to give me 100 French kisses." John commanded. Nicky put her arms around his neck. She kissed him. "One..." She kissed him. "Two..." kiss "Three..." Roger came barging into the house. His eys bulged out of his head when he saw Pete half-naked on the couch. "Wow, where have you been all my life?" he said in a deep, sexy voice. Keith threw a bottle at his head. "Up your ass and around the corner, dickface!" he yelled. Roger stood with his hands on his hips. "You are just jealous of me, Keith John Moon!" he said angrily. John had now pinned Nicky on the floor. He kissed her neck, and she sighed lightly. "Now, this type of training is called hand-to-hand combat." he whispered in her ear. He slid his hands up her shirt. "Oh, it is?" she asked. She was too into John to say anything intelligent. "KIM! I NEED A BLOWJOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pete screamed. Kim rushed to his side. Aura looked at him, disgustedly. "You never include me, Pete. I'm sick of it. I'm your number one whore, and you ignore me!" she sobbed. Pete rolled his eyes. "Fine." he said, "AURA!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED A BLOWJOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "What about me?" Roger asked. Pete puked. "Christ, Rogah, look what you made Pete do!" Keith screamed, "All ovah the new sofa! We can nevah 'ave anyfing nice because of you!" John was moaning softly as he kissed Nicky's neck. She was squealing in delight. "And this is how, when you go into battle, you will, uh, defeat the enemy." he gasped. "Holy fuck. Why do you always blame everything on me?" Roger sobbed. "It's because I love Graham isn't it?" "We don't give a fuck who you love." Keith answered, "Just don't make people puke on the couch." Pete was too busy moaning on the couch as Aura and Kim fiddled about. John and Nicky were really going at it on the balcony. Suddenly, there was snapping sound, and the boards gave way. The two lovers fell into the pull below, screaming and clinging to each other the whole way down. "Fuck! Cold Water!" John screamed. Keith ran outside. "Oh my God! You two wankahs! This family can nevah 'ave anyfing nice! One pukes on the sofa, and you two can't control your fucking 'ormones and you break the balcony!" he screamed, "What does a woman 'ave to do to keep 'er 'ouse'old decent?" Roger looked at Keith. "You're not a woman, Keith." he said. Keith looked at him. "I'm not? This is news to me." THE END!!!!!!!!!!!



		(C) Nickeleh Entwistle 2002