Intresting, in its way.

Afterwards, I recalled the shortest short story tale:

A teacher set her class to write a short story, telling them (they must have been a fairly adult class) that a good short story has riches, people with titles, sex, religion, and mystery. One of her pupils supposedly wrote:

"Oh my God!" cried the Duchess. "I'm pregenant, and I don't know whose it is!"

Much the same, really.

Holy mother of--Shrift, that new one? Is fucking great. Day-am.

Shrift, that new one? Is fucking great.

Thank you kindly. t g

I mean, how often do you get to name a story "A Phallus in Pigtails" and have it be utterly appropriate?

I mean, how often do you get to name a story "A Phallus in Pigtails" and have it be utterly appropriate?

In my case? Never.

In my case? Never.

Something worked for me last night. Grooving along to some early Bowie, needed a better story title, blammo.

It's nice when that actually happens.

Where is this story? Google giggles and returns no results, and I don't think I got it on the BFA-- is it posted anywhere that I can see?

It's not Buffyverse. It's Sorority Boys.

Cereal:

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It's Sorority Boys.

I really should have guessed.

Or here, where the rest of my stuff also slounges.

I really should have guessed.

Snerk.