But I still want to know who submitted my email address to teh Hot Boys website so that these very suprising pictures showed up in my in box with the note "This isn't spam! Your address was sent to us as someone who might be interested!"
Probably the same bastards who gave my address to the kind people who are so concerned about the size of my penis, and worry that I can't keep my woman happy unless I get it enlarged.
I mean, yeah, okay Mr Freud, there may be something to this penis envy business, what with the whole writing the boy-on-boy porn thing - but I honestly don't think anything the spam merchants are going to send me is going to enlarge my metaphorical penis to any kind of useful dimensions. Or indeed tangibility.
Lord, no, I don't want a penis, the very idea of something down there that moves around under its own inclination gives me the grue.
edit: And that whole thought should probably just go over to the Bitches.
But apparently the penis mightier than the sword. So that might be handy.
But I still want to know who submitted my email address to teh Hot Boys website.
I'd wager that it's the same person who got me on the Posh Pussy mailing list.
As for the slash curtain, a certain someone gave me a wink and a nudge and a take a look, and so I peeked. Suddenly Duncan and Methos's relationship made so much more sense...
And this is how Dana earned a lifetime supply of toasters from the International House of HoYay.
Do not tempt me into jokes regarding prehensility, Fay, I'm just saying.
due South was my gateway drug into slash.
But apparently the penis mightier than the sword. So that might be handy.
"Nothing can defeat the penis!!!"
THAT's what I'm talkin' about!
t / bad bad New Yoik accent
Hey there.
Um, I'm the one who wrote Complicated, which a few of you read (or tried to, anyhow) and were...wondering about.
It was a birthday fic for a friend who likes the pairing and wanted bad songfic to an Avril Lavigne song. It was a joke. I thought that would've been obvious when I started mentioning Chris's "adopted transgendered Somalian orphan with terminal bone cancer," but perhaps not.
So, yes! All just a joke. Sadly, there is a bunch of *nslash that is like this in a completely unironic manner, but not this one. Please don't judge me on the merits (or lack thereof) of this fic. I don't even like Avril! *weeps*
