May. 22nd, 2002
This is by far one of the best NC-17's I've ever read. LOLOL.
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=433967
(Star Wars Het A/A)
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=433967
(Star Wars Het A/A)
This is by far one of the best NC-17's I've ever read. LOLOL.
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=433967
(Star Wars Het A/A)
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=433967
(Star Wars Het A/A)
Odditiy!!!
May. 22nd, 2002 11:19 pm
Who are YOU most like?
HA!!! It's a sign from GOD!!! I should move to New Zealand. Land of sheep, LOTR, and nice people (the latter being the most unbelievable myth of all.) Here's a hypothetical situation stemming from this quiz:
Poor Unsuspecting Victim: Excuse me, but could you point out the way to Bayonne?
Me: Why, yes, of course! It's that way. *points in opposite directions with both hands*
P.U.V.: Oh...I thought it was that way? *points left*
Me: Bet me.
P.U.V.: Huh?
Me: You win, you get to see Bayonne in all its glory. I win, I shove a two by four up your ass. Sideways.
P.U.V.: AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! *runs away*
Me: That's right. Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay motherfucker. *taps two by four against ground menacingly*
In hindsight, why anyone would want to go to Bayonne in the first place is beyond me.
Now, if you'll all excuse me, myself and a certain Snickers bar are going to have a come to Jesus meeting.
Odditiy!!!
May. 22nd, 2002 11:19 pm
Who are YOU most like?
HA!!! It's a sign from GOD!!! I should move to New Zealand. Land of sheep, LOTR, and nice people (the latter being the most unbelievable myth of all.) Here's a hypothetical situation stemming from this quiz:
Poor Unsuspecting Victim: Excuse me, but could you point out the way to Bayonne?
Me: Why, yes, of course! It's that way. *points in opposite directions with both hands*
P.U.V.: Oh...I thought it was that way? *points left*
Me: Bet me.
P.U.V.: Huh?
Me: You win, you get to see Bayonne in all its glory. I win, I shove a two by four up your ass. Sideways.
P.U.V.: AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! *runs away*
Me: That's right. Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay motherfucker. *taps two by four against ground menacingly*
In hindsight, why anyone would want to go to Bayonne in the first place is beyond me.
Now, if you'll all excuse me, myself and a certain Snickers bar are going to have a come to Jesus meeting.
