[So-and-so] had never even *thought* about another guy that way before. There was just *something* about [Other Guy] that made him want to go at it with him like cock-hungry weasels. Cock-hungry weasels in painfully mushy love.
Oh, gag me already.
It's possible I need to cut down somewhat on my fanfiction reading.
Oh, gag me already.
It's possible I need to cut down somewhat on my fanfiction reading.
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4/2/04 06:26 (UTC)I'm sorry. I was laughing too hard. What do you *mean*? I'd read these stuff just to roll of my chair laughing! Unless of course, that's the 163984926498 one you've read. It gets a little tedious then.
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4/2/04 14:18 (UTC)Wait, now, let me try!
What with the whiplash emotional volatility so typical of the latently-bisexual-probably-bottom, [So-and-so] was immediately ashamed of the cock-hungry weasel imagery. Did that make him a slut? Could [Other Guy] tell? Had [Other Guy] already changed his mind in the 20 seconds since offering to fuck him through the floor and grown bored with him? [So-and-so] felt an immediate need for chocolate. Maybe cheesecake. And a box of kleenex.
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