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The stuff I'm writing now isn't the only game-related fiction I've crafted. My favourite piece dates from a few years back, and was probably one of my most enjoyable writing experiences, ever.
Every now and then, I pull this out and read it (either aloud or to myself), and I've yet to grow tired of it. I read it at my birthday party, and it went over rather well, I must say. And so I present to you (possibly for the gazillionth time), "Daisy Chain."
Oh yeah. It's totally NSFW, text-wise.
Muscles looked around. The desert was a barren waste under a weird, green sky. The men were playing yet another game of poker. He briefly considered joining them, but then thought better of it. He needed to work out. All this time away from a gym meant he was getting soft, combat time notwithstanding. It had been too long since he'd been in a proper gym, with its hard array of free weights, treadmills, and tanned, toned bodies glistening with sweat. There was no inspiration in being the only body builder in his group. Although the men in his cohort were no slouches, they couldn't physically compare to Muscles' hard-earned physique.
He threw himself down to the ground and began doing pushups. First he started with his fists under his shoulders, then with them under his face. These ones were the killers. He alternated hands for one-armed push-ups, then realized he was attracting a crowd. Well, not much of a crowd. It was a crowd of two: Elinora and one of those alien fuckers. Elinora was pretty messed up. She wouldn't even acknowledge her real name, anymore. She'd taken to calling herself Unit Daisy, and spoke like Data from Star Trek. As for that alien guy, well, Muscles couldn't understand a word he said, but the guy looked like he kept himself in shape.
Muscles paused, and looked up at them. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you get in some workout time?"
Daisy looked at Muscles with that unnerving, flat expression she wore so often, then peeled off her shirt. Being a chick, she couldn't have as much muscle as him, but what she did have was not too shabby for a natural body builder. No, not too shabby at all. That damned fine rack more than made up for any gender-based muscular deficiencies. "Initiating structural maintenance procedure," she said, and threw herself into pushup position beside him.
"All right!" Muscles crowed, and resumed his pushups with even more vigour.
Then that alien guy jumped down on the other side of him and started doing pushups, too, only launched his body upwards during each push while clapping his hands together. His facial expression could only be interpreted as a cocky challenge.
"Unit Solgarian's chassis scans as being in optimal condition. Now increasing energy output to match speed test trials," intoned Daisy. She too began clapping her hands during pushups, only behind her head.
Muscles was impressed despite himself. "Shit, you're good, Daisy! Real good!" He didn't know how it was possible, but she hadn't even broken a sweat.
"In order to increase stimulation of servo systems, Unit Daisy requires additional resistance."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Daisy?"
But Daisy was saying something to Solgarian in his fucked-up space language. Solgarian grunted, then sat on Daisy's shoulders. Remarkably, she continued doing pushups as steadily as an automaton. That chick was a machine! Solgarian was easily 250 pounds of muscle and sinew.
In his skivvies, Muscles could feel his tackle offering a ready salute to Daisy. Daisy was a serious piece of poontang, and had proven herself time and again to be worthy of the likes of him. It had been even longer since he'd gotten laid than since he'd last worked out in a gym. It made it rather difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. From the inimitable expression on Solgarian's face, it looked like he was thinking something similar.
"Hey, uh, Daisy! What do you say we try something a little different? Exercise the muscles that don't get quite as much work as I'd like?"
Daisy stopped a pushup halfway and tipped Solgarian off. "Affirmative. Please state the nature of the new maintenance subroutine." Daisy jumped to her feet.
Remarkable. She wasn't even breathing hard. Muscles himself couldn't have done that kind of workout without elevated breathing.
Solgarian seemed to be readjusting himself in his pants, and Muscles knew he had interpreted the odd facial expression correctly. He threw a wink at Solgarian and said, "Daisy, I was thinking you could flex a while, and then we could get busy with some partner exercises. You know, for efficiency's sake."
"This unit is equipped with a vast array of sensory devices and servo systems." Daisy struck a pose and muscles rippled along her arms. "This unit is the product of thousands of man hours of programming modifications and robotics technology."
Solgarian stared in amazement, then let loose with a mighty roar. Muscles didn't have a clue what Solgarian had just said, but he could tell it was appreciative. Off came Solgarian's shirt, and he began flexing beside Daisy.
"Fascinating," said Daisy. "Unit Solgarian appears to have adscititious pistons." She stepped closer to Solgarian and touched his chest in several places. Muscles rubbed his eyes, squinted, and looked more closely. Solgarian had muscles in places where Muscles had never seen them before. Each pec looked like it was broken into four segments.
She looked at Muscles. "Query. What is the purpose of these structural compositions?"
"Hell if I know. Why don't you ask him?" He peeled off his own shirt and flexed his neck muscles, but Daisy wasn't watching.
She said something incomprehensible to Solgarian, and he began to flex and pose.
These strange muscles stood to attention, and Muscles stepped forward to look at them more closely. The segments of each pectoral moved in turn, and apparently in any order. Muscles eyed them, then reached forward to touch. "Get him to do that again."
Once again, Daisy spoke strange words, and Solgarian smiled then flexed those odd muscles. "Well, don't that beat all," murmured Muscles. Solgarian said something to Muscles. He had no idea what it meant, and looked at Solgarian blankly. Solgarian spoke the strange syllables again, loudly and slowly, but no more comprehensibly.
"Unit Solgarian requests permission to compare structural actuators with Unit Muscles. Do you wish to proceed?"
Before he had a chance to say anything, Solgarian's hands were on his pecs, poking and squeezing. Muscles jumped back, "Jesus, man!"
Solgarian said something again, pointed at his own sectional pectorals, and strode forward. He grabbed Muscles' hand and put it on the striations, then touched the comparable part of Muscles' chest. Solgarian's muscles twitched and jumped, and the crease seemed to bite at Muscles' hand.
"Completing circuit," said Daisy, stepping in. She flexed her own pectorals, and her breasts leaped up and down. She placed one hand on Solgarian's chest and the other on Muscles'. When she said something to Solgarian, he laughed and cupped a free hand on one of her breasts.
Not wanting to be left out, Muscles put his other hand on Daisy's chest, too. He'd never done anything quite like this before. Well, there was that time back in Honduras with the two Latina whores, but that was quite different. It was around that time that he'd first blown his load into Daisy. If he remembered correctly, she'd been something of a cold fish, but with that hard bod, he was willing to gloss over a few piddly details.
Daisy's tit was cold in his left hand, and Solgarian's pec hot in his right. Muscles could feel his cock straining at his pants. This was so fucked up.
Solgarian's hands seemed to be moving, now. They slid down Muscles' chest and Daisy's--down along their rock hard abs. Muscles and Daisy followed suit. Daisy's cool skin was soft and hairless, the counterpoint to Solgarian's hairy, desert-roughened stomach. Something seemed odd about Solgarian's belly. It was though he had an 8-pack instead of a 6-pack. Would Solgarian let him see more?
It wasn't like Muscles was a queer or anything. He just had the healthy curiosity of a serious body builder. And besides, Solgarian wasn't really a man. He was an alien, and aliens didn't count. And having Daisy there just smoothed things over more.
"Scanning process remains incomplete while weatherproof shielding is in place. Please remove extraneous shielding to facilitate additional data gathering."
"Daisy, what are you on about?"
Daisy was shimmying out of her pants and skivvies.
"Oh."
Solgarian was doing the same. Well, look at that! It was an 8-pack, or maybe even more. Hell, it looked like a whole carton of ostrich eggs, with bulging muscles extending all the way down to Solgarian's groin. Muscles ran his hand up and down Solgarian's abdominals, appraisingly. It was like running his hand along a picket fence--a warm and hairy picket fence which moved in response to his touch.
He looked over at Daisy. She was reaching toward him, unfastening his pants for him. They fell down to his feet, and he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. "Nice field-strip. Let's get it on!"
"Does Unit Muscles wish to engage in a transfer of bio-energy?"
"Hell, yeah!" Muscles wrapped his arms around Daisy and eased her to the ground. But what was this? Solgarian was putting himself right in the way, and Daisy was falling back on him rather than the coarse sand of the desert floor. Muscles hoarked on his hand and slathered the sputum on his dick.
Daisy turned her head to look at Solgarian, said something, and Solgarian nodded vigourously.
"Unit Solgarian wishes to assemble a local area network. What is your input, Unit Muscles?"
"Input this!" cried Muscles, and slammed it home. Daisy's cunt was as firmly muscled as the rest of her, and squeezed almost painfully. It had been a long time since he'd last had his leather stretched. His hand and that dog-eared copy of Lips magazine just couldn't compare to a piece of prime Marine fluff.
He pumped like a machine, making sure to squeeze his glutes hard. No sense in wasting an opportunity to develop more muscles, after all. As he was settling down into the rhythm he felt something strange. Something was pushing against his cock from inside Daisy's glory hole, making the pressure more intense than ever. It was Solgarian! He had plugged Daisy's ass.
This was an entirely new sensation for Muscles, and although he'd had threesomes before, this was his first one with an alien. "Ahh," he said as he thrusted. "You like that. Aaaah!" He jackhammered a few more times, and decided he quite liked it, too. In fact, he more than liked it. "Fire in the hole!" he gasped, and his beef missile exploded in Daisy's cool cum dumpster. He lay still for a moment, waiting to regroup.
Muscles looked at Daisy. She was as blank-eyed as ever. "Unit Muscles is experiencing a coolant leak." As her face moved closer to his, it shook in time with Solgarian's thrusts. Glassy eyes, a tight lap flounder, and heavy-artillery bombardment-style banging combined to form a potently surreal experience. Muscles could feel his meat cannon reloading.
"No, not yet," said Muscles, and slid out of her cock socket. "I want to fuck your face."
Daisy paused for a moment. "Affirmative. Bio-energy transfers may be received from secondary output ports." Reaching behind herself, she pulled on Solgarian as she went on all fours. Solgarian didn't miss a stroke as he went up on his knees, and kept pounding away. His huge hands grasped Daisy's hips, slamming her repeatedly onto his cock. From the look on Solgarian's face, Muscles could see Daisy was overdue for a jizz enema.
Before that could happen, though, he was going to take advantage of all that extra movement and friction. He scrambled in front of Daisy, stretched, and cracked his knuckles. Daisy stared fixedly at his dick and opened her mouth wide. As he slid his mutton pole forward, he thought he saw two frighteningly-sharp fangs. "What the f-", he started, and then, just as he thought he felt the prick of something sharp, he came faster, harder, and longer than ever before. He could feel hot fluids coursing through his purple-headed yogourt slinger, flowing and pulsing down Daisy's gullet. It felt better than anything else had ever felt--even better than that time he'd finally broken his 500-pound bench pressing record. His eyes rolled up in their sockets, his neck tendons bulged, his nostrils trembled, and his mouth gaped. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he screamed.
He felt weak, even weaker than a nerd who'd never lifted more than a pocket calculator. Muscles collapsed onto his arse. Daisy eyed him once again, then leaned forward and licked his schlong once more, for good measure, he supposed.
Somehow, Solgarian was still going at it.
"Disengaging thrusters from anterior conduit," intoned Daisy, and pulled forward, away from Solgarian.
This must have been Solgarian's trigger, because all of a sudden, amidst a huge, grunting roar, thick clods of banana yellow spooge were chundering out of Solgarian's clam sticker. There was a lot of it, too. Muscles twinged as several hot gobbets splatted on his thighs, but he was just too shagged out to do anything about it. And Christ, but Solgarian was putting up a racket. He sounded like an elephant on the warpath.
Daisy sat back on her haunches and stared at Solgarian clinically. She said something unintelligible, then rolled Solgarian onto his back. He didn't resist. Then Daisy straddled him and leaned forward. Her breasts hung down, and her nipples lodged themselves into the strange muscular striations on Solgarian's chest. Her mouth opened once more, and this time, Muscles was sure he saw needle-sharp teeth appear, then bury themselves in the thick muscle of Solgarian's neck.
Solgarian's body twitched, and his drooping dong surged up into an enormous hard-on. He made a little squeaking noise, shuddered again, and Daisy stood up. "Unit Daisy is at full power."
Solgarian's response to this was a loud snore.
Daisy looked at him, looked at Muscles, blinked, and began putting her clothes back on.
"You're a machine," repeated Muscles, and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Before entering power save mode, Unit Daisy looked down at the two sleeping men and rolled them together for more economical storage.
Every now and then, I pull this out and read it (either aloud or to myself), and I've yet to grow tired of it. I read it at my birthday party, and it went over rather well, I must say. And so I present to you (possibly for the gazillionth time), "Daisy Chain."
Oh yeah. It's totally NSFW, text-wise.
Muscles looked around. The desert was a barren waste under a weird, green sky. The men were playing yet another game of poker. He briefly considered joining them, but then thought better of it. He needed to work out. All this time away from a gym meant he was getting soft, combat time notwithstanding. It had been too long since he'd been in a proper gym, with its hard array of free weights, treadmills, and tanned, toned bodies glistening with sweat. There was no inspiration in being the only body builder in his group. Although the men in his cohort were no slouches, they couldn't physically compare to Muscles' hard-earned physique.
He threw himself down to the ground and began doing pushups. First he started with his fists under his shoulders, then with them under his face. These ones were the killers. He alternated hands for one-armed push-ups, then realized he was attracting a crowd. Well, not much of a crowd. It was a crowd of two: Elinora and one of those alien fuckers. Elinora was pretty messed up. She wouldn't even acknowledge her real name, anymore. She'd taken to calling herself Unit Daisy, and spoke like Data from Star Trek. As for that alien guy, well, Muscles couldn't understand a word he said, but the guy looked like he kept himself in shape.
Muscles paused, and looked up at them. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you get in some workout time?"
Daisy looked at Muscles with that unnerving, flat expression she wore so often, then peeled off her shirt. Being a chick, she couldn't have as much muscle as him, but what she did have was not too shabby for a natural body builder. No, not too shabby at all. That damned fine rack more than made up for any gender-based muscular deficiencies. "Initiating structural maintenance procedure," she said, and threw herself into pushup position beside him.
"All right!" Muscles crowed, and resumed his pushups with even more vigour.
Then that alien guy jumped down on the other side of him and started doing pushups, too, only launched his body upwards during each push while clapping his hands together. His facial expression could only be interpreted as a cocky challenge.
"Unit Solgarian's chassis scans as being in optimal condition. Now increasing energy output to match speed test trials," intoned Daisy. She too began clapping her hands during pushups, only behind her head.
Muscles was impressed despite himself. "Shit, you're good, Daisy! Real good!" He didn't know how it was possible, but she hadn't even broken a sweat.
"In order to increase stimulation of servo systems, Unit Daisy requires additional resistance."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Daisy?"
But Daisy was saying something to Solgarian in his fucked-up space language. Solgarian grunted, then sat on Daisy's shoulders. Remarkably, she continued doing pushups as steadily as an automaton. That chick was a machine! Solgarian was easily 250 pounds of muscle and sinew.
In his skivvies, Muscles could feel his tackle offering a ready salute to Daisy. Daisy was a serious piece of poontang, and had proven herself time and again to be worthy of the likes of him. It had been even longer since he'd gotten laid than since he'd last worked out in a gym. It made it rather difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. From the inimitable expression on Solgarian's face, it looked like he was thinking something similar.
"Hey, uh, Daisy! What do you say we try something a little different? Exercise the muscles that don't get quite as much work as I'd like?"
Daisy stopped a pushup halfway and tipped Solgarian off. "Affirmative. Please state the nature of the new maintenance subroutine." Daisy jumped to her feet.
Remarkable. She wasn't even breathing hard. Muscles himself couldn't have done that kind of workout without elevated breathing.
Solgarian seemed to be readjusting himself in his pants, and Muscles knew he had interpreted the odd facial expression correctly. He threw a wink at Solgarian and said, "Daisy, I was thinking you could flex a while, and then we could get busy with some partner exercises. You know, for efficiency's sake."
"This unit is equipped with a vast array of sensory devices and servo systems." Daisy struck a pose and muscles rippled along her arms. "This unit is the product of thousands of man hours of programming modifications and robotics technology."
Solgarian stared in amazement, then let loose with a mighty roar. Muscles didn't have a clue what Solgarian had just said, but he could tell it was appreciative. Off came Solgarian's shirt, and he began flexing beside Daisy.
"Fascinating," said Daisy. "Unit Solgarian appears to have adscititious pistons." She stepped closer to Solgarian and touched his chest in several places. Muscles rubbed his eyes, squinted, and looked more closely. Solgarian had muscles in places where Muscles had never seen them before. Each pec looked like it was broken into four segments.
She looked at Muscles. "Query. What is the purpose of these structural compositions?"
"Hell if I know. Why don't you ask him?" He peeled off his own shirt and flexed his neck muscles, but Daisy wasn't watching.
She said something incomprehensible to Solgarian, and he began to flex and pose.
These strange muscles stood to attention, and Muscles stepped forward to look at them more closely. The segments of each pectoral moved in turn, and apparently in any order. Muscles eyed them, then reached forward to touch. "Get him to do that again."
Once again, Daisy spoke strange words, and Solgarian smiled then flexed those odd muscles. "Well, don't that beat all," murmured Muscles. Solgarian said something to Muscles. He had no idea what it meant, and looked at Solgarian blankly. Solgarian spoke the strange syllables again, loudly and slowly, but no more comprehensibly.
"Unit Solgarian requests permission to compare structural actuators with Unit Muscles. Do you wish to proceed?"
Before he had a chance to say anything, Solgarian's hands were on his pecs, poking and squeezing. Muscles jumped back, "Jesus, man!"
Solgarian said something again, pointed at his own sectional pectorals, and strode forward. He grabbed Muscles' hand and put it on the striations, then touched the comparable part of Muscles' chest. Solgarian's muscles twitched and jumped, and the crease seemed to bite at Muscles' hand.
"Completing circuit," said Daisy, stepping in. She flexed her own pectorals, and her breasts leaped up and down. She placed one hand on Solgarian's chest and the other on Muscles'. When she said something to Solgarian, he laughed and cupped a free hand on one of her breasts.
Not wanting to be left out, Muscles put his other hand on Daisy's chest, too. He'd never done anything quite like this before. Well, there was that time back in Honduras with the two Latina whores, but that was quite different. It was around that time that he'd first blown his load into Daisy. If he remembered correctly, she'd been something of a cold fish, but with that hard bod, he was willing to gloss over a few piddly details.
Daisy's tit was cold in his left hand, and Solgarian's pec hot in his right. Muscles could feel his cock straining at his pants. This was so fucked up.
Solgarian's hands seemed to be moving, now. They slid down Muscles' chest and Daisy's--down along their rock hard abs. Muscles and Daisy followed suit. Daisy's cool skin was soft and hairless, the counterpoint to Solgarian's hairy, desert-roughened stomach. Something seemed odd about Solgarian's belly. It was though he had an 8-pack instead of a 6-pack. Would Solgarian let him see more?
It wasn't like Muscles was a queer or anything. He just had the healthy curiosity of a serious body builder. And besides, Solgarian wasn't really a man. He was an alien, and aliens didn't count. And having Daisy there just smoothed things over more.
"Scanning process remains incomplete while weatherproof shielding is in place. Please remove extraneous shielding to facilitate additional data gathering."
"Daisy, what are you on about?"
Daisy was shimmying out of her pants and skivvies.
"Oh."
Solgarian was doing the same. Well, look at that! It was an 8-pack, or maybe even more. Hell, it looked like a whole carton of ostrich eggs, with bulging muscles extending all the way down to Solgarian's groin. Muscles ran his hand up and down Solgarian's abdominals, appraisingly. It was like running his hand along a picket fence--a warm and hairy picket fence which moved in response to his touch.
He looked over at Daisy. She was reaching toward him, unfastening his pants for him. They fell down to his feet, and he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. "Nice field-strip. Let's get it on!"
"Does Unit Muscles wish to engage in a transfer of bio-energy?"
"Hell, yeah!" Muscles wrapped his arms around Daisy and eased her to the ground. But what was this? Solgarian was putting himself right in the way, and Daisy was falling back on him rather than the coarse sand of the desert floor. Muscles hoarked on his hand and slathered the sputum on his dick.
Daisy turned her head to look at Solgarian, said something, and Solgarian nodded vigourously.
"Unit Solgarian wishes to assemble a local area network. What is your input, Unit Muscles?"
"Input this!" cried Muscles, and slammed it home. Daisy's cunt was as firmly muscled as the rest of her, and squeezed almost painfully. It had been a long time since he'd last had his leather stretched. His hand and that dog-eared copy of Lips magazine just couldn't compare to a piece of prime Marine fluff.
He pumped like a machine, making sure to squeeze his glutes hard. No sense in wasting an opportunity to develop more muscles, after all. As he was settling down into the rhythm he felt something strange. Something was pushing against his cock from inside Daisy's glory hole, making the pressure more intense than ever. It was Solgarian! He had plugged Daisy's ass.
This was an entirely new sensation for Muscles, and although he'd had threesomes before, this was his first one with an alien. "Ahh," he said as he thrusted. "You like that. Aaaah!" He jackhammered a few more times, and decided he quite liked it, too. In fact, he more than liked it. "Fire in the hole!" he gasped, and his beef missile exploded in Daisy's cool cum dumpster. He lay still for a moment, waiting to regroup.
Muscles looked at Daisy. She was as blank-eyed as ever. "Unit Muscles is experiencing a coolant leak." As her face moved closer to his, it shook in time with Solgarian's thrusts. Glassy eyes, a tight lap flounder, and heavy-artillery bombardment-style banging combined to form a potently surreal experience. Muscles could feel his meat cannon reloading.
"No, not yet," said Muscles, and slid out of her cock socket. "I want to fuck your face."
Daisy paused for a moment. "Affirmative. Bio-energy transfers may be received from secondary output ports." Reaching behind herself, she pulled on Solgarian as she went on all fours. Solgarian didn't miss a stroke as he went up on his knees, and kept pounding away. His huge hands grasped Daisy's hips, slamming her repeatedly onto his cock. From the look on Solgarian's face, Muscles could see Daisy was overdue for a jizz enema.
Before that could happen, though, he was going to take advantage of all that extra movement and friction. He scrambled in front of Daisy, stretched, and cracked his knuckles. Daisy stared fixedly at his dick and opened her mouth wide. As he slid his mutton pole forward, he thought he saw two frighteningly-sharp fangs. "What the f-", he started, and then, just as he thought he felt the prick of something sharp, he came faster, harder, and longer than ever before. He could feel hot fluids coursing through his purple-headed yogourt slinger, flowing and pulsing down Daisy's gullet. It felt better than anything else had ever felt--even better than that time he'd finally broken his 500-pound bench pressing record. His eyes rolled up in their sockets, his neck tendons bulged, his nostrils trembled, and his mouth gaped. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he screamed.
He felt weak, even weaker than a nerd who'd never lifted more than a pocket calculator. Muscles collapsed onto his arse. Daisy eyed him once again, then leaned forward and licked his schlong once more, for good measure, he supposed.
Somehow, Solgarian was still going at it.
"Disengaging thrusters from anterior conduit," intoned Daisy, and pulled forward, away from Solgarian.
This must have been Solgarian's trigger, because all of a sudden, amidst a huge, grunting roar, thick clods of banana yellow spooge were chundering out of Solgarian's clam sticker. There was a lot of it, too. Muscles twinged as several hot gobbets splatted on his thighs, but he was just too shagged out to do anything about it. And Christ, but Solgarian was putting up a racket. He sounded like an elephant on the warpath.
Daisy sat back on her haunches and stared at Solgarian clinically. She said something unintelligible, then rolled Solgarian onto his back. He didn't resist. Then Daisy straddled him and leaned forward. Her breasts hung down, and her nipples lodged themselves into the strange muscular striations on Solgarian's chest. Her mouth opened once more, and this time, Muscles was sure he saw needle-sharp teeth appear, then bury themselves in the thick muscle of Solgarian's neck.
Solgarian's body twitched, and his drooping dong surged up into an enormous hard-on. He made a little squeaking noise, shuddered again, and Daisy stood up. "Unit Daisy is at full power."
Solgarian's response to this was a loud snore.
Daisy looked at him, looked at Muscles, blinked, and began putting her clothes back on.
"You're a machine," repeated Muscles, and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Before entering power save mode, Unit Daisy looked down at the two sleeping men and rolled them together for more economical storage.
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Date: 2007-06-20 02:12 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-06-20 05:52 pm (UTC)From:"Fire in the hole!" he gasped, and his beef missile exploded in Daisy's cool cum dumpster.
I gotta say, that line made me laugh out loud, and kinda cringe... XD
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Date: 2007-06-27 02:33 pm (UTC)From:You are a very interesting read.
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Date: 2007-08-10 04:50 am (UTC)From:I like how things you thought were fabulous when you were younger just strike you as ridiculous once you grew up!!