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roxyI like writing humor. It's fun and easy, and sometimes I even make my self laugh.But I also like writing fucked up stuff too.I enjoy a good angsty-angst fest.I love stories that make me snivel, I love stories that fuck me up for a day or two.*eyes balls 'Ars Moriendi. Take a dash of despair, a sprinkle of sex, a pinch of pain, and I'm your girl! On the other hand, if you can make me laugh, I'm your slave!
'Buy Tulips' by JoJo made me laugh.And put me in a 'funny stuff' mood.
Bar-B-Que
Hans Dieter stood at the grill, his tongs at attention and anger pouring out of him in waves. Only the bravest of the children dared risk coming to ask for “a gott damp hot dock” as Hans Dieter put it. His glower was so imposing not even Lex risked his anger, though nothing could get the young man to admit that he was afraid of his own chef.
Earlier that morning Hans Dieter had displayed his famous temper.
“You vant vhat! A Bah- be-que…was fur ein…you mean you vant me to *grill*? By zer pool? Should I buy a little cart, and zell zem also at the kerb!!!”
Lex meanwhile backed himself into an easily defensible corner. “Now, now, Dieter! Please, it’s just a little pool party. Can’t you do just this one thing for me? Please?” He gave Hans Dieter his most melting look, the one that always got him what he wanted, even if it didn’t get Hans Dieter what *he* wanted anymore. Young Herr Lex, the bastard, refused to come to his bed anymore, and he was certain the reason was the giant boy who plays pool with him. What Hans Dieter considered worse than having to feed a bunch of barely civilized hooligans is what he was expected to prepare. When he outlined a menu of grilled chops and vegetable packets, perhaps a nice shrimp grill with with an avocado salad, Herr Lex, *the Bastard! * insisted on disgusting little prepackaged frankfurters, *oh, excuse me ‘ hottdocks*’ and pressed patties of ground meat, und this without even a blowjob for the ruffled nerves*
"Vhy am I still vorking for you, you Bastard!”
Lex gave him a shaky little smile. “I bought you something….”
Hans Dieter smiled inside. Of course he did. A new watch, perhaps a lovely pair of glove- leather soft shoes; the tile in the kitchen hurt his feet some times. Lex opened a rather large bag. Hans Dieter tried to look only mildly interested but he leaned a little closer. “I bought some terrific tools for grilling, and I’m having the best grill that’s made delivered to the Mansion…and I want you to wear this! Isn’t it fun!”
Hans Dieter stared in horror at a hat that only a clown would wear and a horrible red and white checked apron.
******
The noise that teenagers can make while enjoying themselves is…mind-boggling. The sight of Clark leaping off the diving board and pulling himself out of the water was…worth it.
Clark ran past him on the way to the food, dripping wet and gleaming. He reached out and slapped him hard on the ass.
“Great party Lex!”
Lex jumped and yelped and was inordinately proud of himself for not shrieking aloud. Hans Dieter caught his eye, grinned evilly, and adjusted his puffy hat.
Ther's a fic blizzard on the horizon...
'Buy Tulips' by JoJo made me laugh.And put me in a 'funny stuff' mood.
Bar-B-Que
Hans Dieter stood at the grill, his tongs at attention and anger pouring out of him in waves. Only the bravest of the children dared risk coming to ask for “a gott damp hot dock” as Hans Dieter put it. His glower was so imposing not even Lex risked his anger, though nothing could get the young man to admit that he was afraid of his own chef.
Earlier that morning Hans Dieter had displayed his famous temper.
“You vant vhat! A Bah- be-que…was fur ein…you mean you vant me to *grill*? By zer pool? Should I buy a little cart, and zell zem also at the kerb!!!”
Lex meanwhile backed himself into an easily defensible corner. “Now, now, Dieter! Please, it’s just a little pool party. Can’t you do just this one thing for me? Please?” He gave Hans Dieter his most melting look, the one that always got him what he wanted, even if it didn’t get Hans Dieter what *he* wanted anymore. Young Herr Lex, the bastard, refused to come to his bed anymore, and he was certain the reason was the giant boy who plays pool with him. What Hans Dieter considered worse than having to feed a bunch of barely civilized hooligans is what he was expected to prepare. When he outlined a menu of grilled chops and vegetable packets, perhaps a nice shrimp grill with with an avocado salad, Herr Lex, *the Bastard! * insisted on disgusting little prepackaged frankfurters, *oh, excuse me ‘ hottdocks*’ and pressed patties of ground meat, und this without even a blowjob for the ruffled nerves*
"Vhy am I still vorking for you, you Bastard!”
Lex gave him a shaky little smile. “I bought you something….”
Hans Dieter smiled inside. Of course he did. A new watch, perhaps a lovely pair of glove- leather soft shoes; the tile in the kitchen hurt his feet some times. Lex opened a rather large bag. Hans Dieter tried to look only mildly interested but he leaned a little closer. “I bought some terrific tools for grilling, and I’m having the best grill that’s made delivered to the Mansion…and I want you to wear this! Isn’t it fun!”
Hans Dieter stared in horror at a hat that only a clown would wear and a horrible red and white checked apron.
******
The noise that teenagers can make while enjoying themselves is…mind-boggling. The sight of Clark leaping off the diving board and pulling himself out of the water was…worth it.
Clark ran past him on the way to the food, dripping wet and gleaming. He reached out and slapped him hard on the ass.
“Great party Lex!”
Lex jumped and yelped and was inordinately proud of himself for not shrieking aloud. Hans Dieter caught his eye, grinned evilly, and adjusted his puffy hat.
Ther's a fic blizzard on the horizon...
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