The room around you kept spinning faster and faster then came to a sudden stop. You reach out your hand for the wall to steady yourself until you regained your balance. Looking around you recognize the cement brick wall with a gold color clock on it. Looking behind it you see a familiar staircase to the second floor, the wall has yellow flower designs which matches the couch to your left. Looking forward you see a kitchen which shows little signs of ever being used. "Hey, this is the house from Married with Children." You say dumbfounded. "I can't believe it. That remote put me in my favorite TV show. Man I can't wait to meet Al and Pegg and all the other Bundy's." You looked down and noticed you were dressed in brown slacks, brown loafers, white button up shirt, and a tie. "Oh no." You turn towards the sliding door to the backyard. Looking at your reflections you moved around as your reflection mimicked you, realizing you aren't you. "Oh damn it. I'm Al Bundy."
You let out a cry as you walk over to the couch and plopped down. "I'm Al Bundy. On the one hand, I scored 4 touchdowns in one game back in high school. On the other hand, I sell women's shoes. Eh, might as well." You then move your right hand down your pants and relaxed. Until you hear the audience cheering as you did so. "Who said that?" Then the family's long furred dog came over and hoped right next to you on the couch. "Hey Buck. Who's a good dog." You gave him a pet and scratch on the ear. "Hey buddy, when was the last time you had a bath?"
"I was gonna ask you the same thing." You heard the dog's thoughts followed by more audience laughter. Coming down from the stairs behind you, you see Bud Bundy heading over to the front door.
"Hi dad, going to go hangout with some friends." He says adjusting the camera around his neck.
"Hey wait a minute, you don't have any friends." You say getting a laugh. You are nailing playing as Al. "Now where are you really going."
"I got a job as a photographer for a magazine and heading for a photoshoot. We're doing an article on swimsuits and gonna be on the beach."
"Are these women attractive?" An "OOOH" comes from the audience.
"They're going to be on a magazine. So yeah, very attractive."
"Bud, I know I don't say this a lot but I'm proud of you. Can you make me some copies?"
"Wouldn't mom be mad?"
"Only if she finds out. Ha ha." You laugh along with the audience. Bud says he'll see what he can do and heads out. You sit on your couch until...
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