Today wasn't as eventful as yesterday. All three of us seemed to feel like doing nothing but sit on our asses and binge watch good episodes of Family Guy while eating cereal straight from the box. We each lost count of how many episodes we were on; all I remember is suddenly recalling an old memory of mine after seeing the cutaway of Peter narrating his own life. After that brief gag was over, I decided to share this memory of mine to my pals.

"You know once I tried to do that myself."

"What? You mean narrate your own life?" Jonathan swallowed what these ponies pass as Froot Loops before asking me this question.

"Well, not my entire life, exactly," I clarified, "I would always just start randomly narrate everything I do during my video productions class."

"What made you want to do that?" Andrew inquired.

"Mostly just for the fun of it," I admitted. "I didn't do it all the time, though; it just sort of went and gone."

"Probably because you couldn't do that for an entire day." Jonathan muttered.

That little statement of his didn't go unnoticed. "You trying to say something, Jonathan?" I pressed on.

He then looked me straight in the eyes and gave me his honest opinion. "I may not be right on a lot of things, but I know for a fact that you wouldn't go through an entire day of doing nothing but narrating to yourself without getting tired of it; not even if I were to bet twenty five bucks."

"Why don't we find out?"

Luckily I'd said all that right before Jonathan could shove more Froot Loops into his mouth, otherwise he'd be choking out of the shock of my suggestion. "You're fucking with me, right?" he double checked. "You've got to be fucking with me right now."

"Nope, I really want to take your bet."

"Just for twenty five dollars?" said Andrew.

"That, and because I'm really curious to see how the ponies will react to this."

After much careful pondering, Jonathan had a few things to add, "All right Jeffrie, if you can go through the next twenty four hours doing nothing but narrating, I'll give you twenty five bucks." I was prepared to shake his hand on it, but he still went on. "However, if you lose then you're shaving that beard off. And let's make one thing clear, you can do absolutely nothing but narrate; so no making small talk with anyone. If you even so much as wish someone a good morning, then the bet's off. Deal?" He finally extended his hand out to me as a sign of making this bet official. Some of you might be thinking it ridiculous of me to partake in such a gamble for a few measly bucks, but I can honestly say that I was not daunted--not even the slightest--by this challenge Jonathan has prepared for me. Without a single moment of hesitation, I slapped my hand onto Jonathan's as we both made this bet official.

"As soon as I was done shaking hands with Jonathan, I made my way to the bathroom for a quick piss." I narrated out loud. "Right when I raised the toilet seat up I stopped just as I was prepared to pull down my zipper and was surprised to see the guys standing behind from a distance."

"Just making sure that you don't lose the bet early."

"Jonathan made his justification clear to me. Personally, I find it a little extreme that he'll go so far as to follow me in the bathroom, but if he's so adamant about keeping an eye on me then I guess he and Andrew wouldn't mind seeing my hairy ass while I take a leak. First I pull down my zipper and let my jeans drop, then I tuck both of my thumbs carefully into my boxers as I slowly pull it down..."

"Oh God no! We're out of here!"

"I let out a soft chuckle upon hearing Andrew squeal out in panic as he dragged Jonathan by the vest and lead him and himself out before one of their eyes would gaze upon a sight that would probably scar their memories forever. After I drained every ounce of urine that my bladder has been carrying for today, I wipe the rest of it off with a piece of toilet paper, dropped it in the toilet, flushed it, and immediately made my way out the door and into the town of Ponyville where I plan to find as many ponies who will notice me narrating out loud.

"The guys trailed behind me during my stroll, even though they are more than welcome to walk beside me as usual they for some reason decide that it's best for them not to be seen near me. As I continue walking, I suddenly bring myself to a stop as I witness a rather curious sight; Twilight Sparkle was bouncing around the Cutie Mark Crusaders while constantly shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" like a raving lunatic. Being understandably creeped out by this, the three girls took the opportunity to sneak away and leave Twilight with no one except a bunch of onlookers wondering on what the fuck is wrong with Twilight. Everyone just stood where they were in an awkward manner until they all decided to disperse and go on with their lives. Seeing that there's no point for me to stay any longer, I went back to walking through this little town.

"I walked past Lyra and Bon-Bon who unsurprisingly give me sideway glances upon seeing me talking to no one in particular. I then found myself getting closer to a nearby peanut stand that's being operated by a muscular white male pegasus with a yellow buzz cut; As I got closer I noticed Octavia was first in line to buy some peanuts while being totally unaware of the black male pegasus with a blue Mohawk staring very perversely at her butt from behind. She must've overheard what I just said because as soon as I walked past them I manage to pick up the sound of a slap to the face; a bit of me can't help but feel that that perverted pegasus is probably cursing me for a cock blocker right now. After walking in no direction other than straight for the past few minutes, I decided to make a right turn when I saw Sugarcube Corner close ahead.

"I ducked my head as I moved forward under the still small door and found the Mane 6 embracing one another in a group hug, probably the result of some friendship problem that I can honestly careless about. I even spotted the Cutie Mark Crusaders amongst them, up to yet another whacky scheme to discover their Cutie Marks no doubt. As I expected, they all looked at me with perplexity as each of them are probably wondering why the Hell am I talking out loud to myself? Nevertheless, I didn't pay too much attention on them; for just at the same time the guys finally caught up, and I can finally close that door that these ponies seem intent on leaving open. I mean, don't they realize they're just gonna let bugs in? Anyway, I decided to give my legs a breather as I sat down upon a nearby chair and helped myself to a cupcake...vhe cuys stuud mex tu vhe pomies..."

"You don't need to narrate when your mouth's full, Jeffrie. Lord knows we wouldn't want you to choke."

"...I was both relieved and surprised that Jonathan chose to allow this exception out of concern for my well being. Then again, he wouldn't be much of a good friend if he didn't bother to show some care for me or Andrew once in awhile."

"Can one of you explain why Jeffrie is doing this?"

"Rainbow Dash asked with curiosity."

"I made a bet with him that if he goes through a day narrating everything I'll pay him twenty five dollars."

"Jonathan explained the situation."

"And, uh...what happens if he loses?"

"Fluttershy inquired with a dash of anxiety in her voice."

"Eek, oh dear! I'm sorry! Did that sound too paranoid?!"

"No, no, it's totally all right,"

"Andrew assured her."

"Nothing too serious will happen to him; he'll just have to shave his beard."

"That's it?"

"The way Applejack said that question alone shows that she didn't seem to see my predicament as such a big deal."

"Because it ain't!"

"Why Applejack felt the need to raise her voice like that, I have no idea, nor do I care. Getting tired of looking at these ponies, I pulled out my cellphone and played some Candy Crush. First I have to wait for the damn menu screen to load up, start the game, begin the level I'm at, and now I can finally play. It is a simple round of getting rid of the jellies, while also having to get rid of bomb candies. First I swiped a yellow candy, then I swiped a green candy and got myself a striped one in the process, I searched the entire screen to see if I could form a wrapped candy, and to my luck I found one. However, the moment I touched the blue candy, instead of going in the direction I want it to go my damn finger once again does this annoying habit of swiping it in the wrong direction and letting a bunch of other blue candies to ruin the shape. I then swiped some orange candy while managing to remove three jellies in a row, and that's when I saw a whole row of purple candy that's waiting for me to turn it into a color bomb. Without wasting any time, I eagerly pushed the candy into place and would've used that bomb had my screen not suddenly pop up and tell me that the candy bomb has gone off. Turning the game off and putting my phone back in my pocket in contained rage, I looked back at the ponies and managed to receive some form of stress relief by seeing Rarity pick her nose!"

"Don't listen to him! I wasn't picking, I was simply scratching the outside of my muzzle!"

"Rarity denied in a desperate attempt preserve her already tarnished reputation as a proper lady while also wiping her hoof off of any boogers with a tissue which she levitated with her magic."

"I was not picking my nose!"

"Gee Rarity, I never would have imagine you of all ponies to do something like that in public."

"Sweetie Belle unintentionally rubbed more humiliation in her sister's face with that little statement."

"Will somepony please change the subject already!"

"It's little outburst like that which serves to make Rarity all the more tolerable to put up with."

"Just how much longer does he have to do this?!"

"Rarity groaned in frustration."

"Just for twenty four hours."

"Jonathan told the irritated tailor."

"FASHION DESIGNER!"

"Damn, if I could somehow piss Rarity off any further she just might burst into flames the same way Twilight did."

"Now Jonathan, did you set to be exactly twenty four hours?"

"Twilight wanted to make sure she heard it correctly."

"Yes, exactly twenty four hours."

"Jonathan confirmed."

"So you're not at all worried that his constant narration might keep you boys up all night?"

"The moment she brought that up, I looked at Jonathan and felt nothing but bliss upon seeing the shocked expression that seems to be saying, 'Dear God, what have I done?' A devilish smirk slowly formed upon my face as I now realize that I can be able to win this bet early."

"If Jeffrie keeps me up all night, I'm punching you as hard as I can."

"Andrew gave the already petrified Jonathan a threat."

"My body leaned on the left side of the bed, but I decided to turn to the right! It felt comfy for awhile, until I had the urge to turn back to the left! Either because of my lack of a fan to keep me cool, or my constant narrating, I just can't seem to fall asleep! If only Jonathan would just come into my room and accept defeat, maybe I can finally go to sleep and not have to be raising my voice so damn loud!"

As if on cue, my door was immediately kicked open by a more than enraged Jonathan as he slammed a twenty and five upon my night stand and shout, "Here, you won the bet! Now go the fuck to sleep!"

After he slammed my door shut and stomped back to his room, I put my reward in a drawer for safe keeping as I laid my head back and finally allowed my eyes--and my mouth--a well earned rest.