One fine day there was crap. Actually it should be said that one crappy day everything sucked. Trouble was brewing in the Smiteful clan of Alyssa, Nick, Cassy and Rosa. They were all sitting around in the Joe Louis Arena when suddenly they began to argue.
"Canadian beer is so not better than American!" Alyssa yelled, outraged. "Yes it is!" Rosa cried, jumping from her seat, "It's a thousand times better!" Alyssa gasped in utter horror, "You should be shot!" She declared, pointing an accusing finger at Rosalie.
"Kids, come on! There's no need to argue about this." Nick said as he placed his hand on Alyssa's shoulder, keeping her in her seat. "Besides, it's obvious that American beer is the best." He said. Cassidy lept to her feet also, "That's a terrible thing to say!" "Well it's true!" Alyssa hollered as she and Nick stood.
"Well it's obvious that we're not going to agree on this, so why don't you two get the hell outta here." Alyssa said. "Fine! We will! Come on Cassy!" Rosalie said as she and Cassidy marched up the stairs and out beyond the red leather curtain. "They don't know what they fuck they're talking about." Alyssa muttered, turning to Nick, "I mean, have you tried Labatt Blue? It's like concentrated hell." Nick shook his head in agreement. "They need to wise up. Miller Lite is where it's at." Nick said. "You bet your ass it is." Alyssa agreed.
"Dude! I so cannot believe Alyssa and Nick think that American beer is better than Canadian beer!" Rosa said as she and Cassidy made their way down the steps outside the Joe. "I know!" Cassy said, "What the hell are they smoking?"
They walked out to the blue Trail Blazer that they had arrived in, "I get to drive!" Rosa exclaimed, heading for the drivers side door. "My ass you do." Cassy said, pushing her out of the way. "Oh come on Cassy! You drove the whole way down here!" Rosa whined, "Yeah, and I'm gonna drive the whole way back to." Cassidy told her. "That's shit, Cassy, come on!" Rosa persisted. "No way. If you wanna drive that bad, go hot wire a car." Cassy said, climbing into the SUV.
Rosa shot her a death glare, "Maybe I will!" She yelled. "Good!" Cassy hollered back, slamming the door and turning the key in the ignition as Rosa stormed off in the opposite direction.
After a while, Alyssa and Nick ventured out into the concourse to get some Little Ceasers Pizza and some good old American beer. "Eight dollars for a beer?!" Nick declared, "What the hell is this?! I thought you owned this place." He said turning to her, "I do." She replied. "You're gonna charge me eight bucks for a beer?" He asked stunned. "Hell yeah." She said, "Have you ever paid the shipping on a truck load of Miller? The price is gynormous!"
Nick couldn't believe his ears, "That's bullshit! I'm your friend!" "Yeah, and you're gonna be my thirsty friend if you don't cough up the eight bucks." She told him. Nick threw his pizza on the floor, "I am so outta here!" He yelled heading for the exit. "Good!" She screamed after him, "Go out and get an eight dollar beer somewhere else!"
And just like that their friendship was over.