The balloon bug.

I had just moved into a sort of duplex with Storm and Michelle.  The house was very modular, sort of like a habitrail and Storm and I each were customizing our own halves.  At some point a lawyer walked in with a case of beer and some balloons and left.  We noticed afterwards that there was a high-pitch tone coming from somewhere in the kitchen, figurigng that the beer had a bug in it.  We started making super bonoxious comments to each other and drank all the beer.  When the ladies got home they tracked it down to inside a balloon.

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