Help!
Stuck. Blocked. Zippo.Nada,nothing,blank, zilch.
*Stares into void where story used to be*
Damn.OK, move along nothing to see here, unless the sight of a portly middle-aged woman screaming and rending her garments is your idea of a good time. Well, heh, it is kind of funny actually...the rending part was a little tough, cotton tears a lot easier on TV then in real life(take note, you guys who have your boys ripping each others clothes off.Eeep! makes note to use in fic...some fucking day)
Sooo, how was your day? Funny stories? I've got one...no, wait--I tell a lie....NOTHING'S funny today!
Schpiiiit-tooiie!
Oh well.
Portly...*snicker*
*Stares into void where story used to be*
Damn.OK, move along nothing to see here, unless the sight of a portly middle-aged woman screaming and rending her garments is your idea of a good time. Well, heh, it is kind of funny actually...the rending part was a little tough, cotton tears a lot easier on TV then in real life(take note, you guys who have your boys ripping each others clothes off.Eeep! makes note to use in fic...some fucking day)
Sooo, how was your day? Funny stories? I've got one...no, wait--I tell a lie....NOTHING'S funny today!
Schpiiiit-tooiie!
Oh well.
Portly...*snicker*
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You want to know my dad's favorite joke? What do you call a schoolbus full of white kids? A twinkie.
Is it any wonder I am the way I am...
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And I lub the way you am!
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What do you call a lesbian dinasaur?
Lickalottapus.
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Well. I suppose it's ok about the jokes...maybe just funnier ones? *ducks*
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Ahem...knock knock
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http://www.infopt.demon.co.uk/gayhist.htm#erotica
Aleister Crowley was a nasty sod, but the article about him quotes a poem of his that I thought could have been written about William! Tee hee!
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See? Silly joke. Actually that's the lamest one I could think of ::grin::
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::bounces:: I made you laugh! Woot!
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Aleister Crowley was five years old when William was turned! (of course with some of the weird Magick he got up to, there could have been time travel...) so William wouldn't have met him at a party. But Spike could have.
Isn't this lovely:
Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair,
Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips
Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair,
Boy of red lips.
How the fond ruby rapier glides and slips
'Twixt the white hills thou spreadest for me there;
How my red mouth immortal honey sips
From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare
When each the shrine of God Priapus clips
In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear,
Boy of red lips!
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OMG that was so funny! I'm still laughing!
BTW - you Dad is a goofball. And I think I love him! Frank Footer and Stein ... Frank 'n' Stein ... bwahahahahahahaha
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*Stares into void where story used to be*
I think Clark, in typical selfish teenage angst, took off to Gotham, asked around and found Wayne Manor, then busted in to find out what the hell is going on. Cuz you know, being a teen he doesn't have a clear plan or anything, just a raging hard on (heh heh) to beat up the cheateee rather than the cheateer. If you pardon my spelling.
And I think when he gets to the Manor, he's zipping around at a furious pace looking for Bruce (and setting off all the nifty Wayne alarms, natch) that Bruce races back to the Manor in his bat suit ... and Clark catches him.
So naturally he's overawed OMG its BATMAN thats so cool that he actually calms down a bit to listen to the story ... uh not sure after that and sucks that again the boys are parted ... but thats the best I could do on short notice. Hope it helps!!
Also - here's a distraction *looks behind you, points* OMG what's that??? *steals your fries while you're not looking*
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So, any--hey!! What's that!?! *steals cookies when your back is turned*
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