Does the NASCAR fanfic slash the drivers?
Let me have a go: well, the drivers don't have to be all the same gender. Fanfic != slash or even sex. Also, maybe they have relations with their cars, or the pit crew.
That should cover most stuff.
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Does the NASCAR fanfic slash the drivers?
Let me have a go: well, the drivers don't have to be all the same gender. Fanfic != slash or even sex. Also, maybe they have relations with their cars, or the pit crew.
That should cover most stuff.
It's the "maybe I'm not submitting to my addiction enough" thinking that I feel I ought to steer clear of...
Though I guess anything that keeps me off heroin, crack, and NASCAR fanfic can't be all bad.
maybe they have relations with their cars
Or the cars are being slashed with the other cars.
If NASCAR fanfic exists, I so don't want to know about it.
ION, my tiara arrived, courtesy of Javacat! Wheeee! Very, very pretty, and strangely, it's one I almost bought for my recipient. Great minds. Thank you, Javacat!
There will be pictures, when I figure out where the digital camera is.
maybe they have relations with their cars
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine,
With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam.
When I'm holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When my hand's on your grease gun,
Oh it's like a disease son,
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar,
Such a thrill when your radials squeal.
Told my girl I just had to forget her,
Rather buy me a new cartburettor,
So she made tracks sayin' ths is the end now,
Cars don't talk back they're just four wheeled friends now,
When I'm holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive,
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive,
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!
You could also read a gay subtext into this song, especially considering it's by Queen.
If NASCAR fic exists it surely involves Racefan Sues peeling skin-tight fire suits off of drivers.
Or Get It On:
WELL YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR YA GOTTA HUBCAP DIAMOND STAR HALO YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR OH YEAH
um, yeah:
When my hand's on your grease gun
You could also read a gay subtext into this song, especially considering it's by Queen.
Oh, I thought you had written that song as a joke. Cause it was far too dirty to be serious.
askye, altogether too many of my days start out, spiral into, or end up like that. Wishing you simplicity and ease-ma for the rest of today.
Susan, I'm so very sorry to hear the news about your dad. Wishing you and your family courage and strength and peace.
Raquel, now I want to see pictures of Mal and his dragon puppet and the cat in pants. I hope your day gets better.
I had an interesting bout of gastric catastrophe last night, brought on by a combination of factors culminating in tomato-based pasta sauce, not that that's here or there. It reminded me of the moment I realized I was an adult: the first time you're in your own home and you're sick, and not only do you have to take care of you yourself, you have to clean up the mess.
WELL YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR YA GOTTA HUBCAP DIAMOND STAR HALO YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR OH YEAH
Yay! I love that song (and I love T-Rex in general).
Oh, I thought you had written that song as a joke.
It'd take me more than a few minutes to write something like that.
Jaguar used that song in a commercial, but I've loved it since I heard it on the first album I ever bought.