The dialogue that had to die.
Nov. 18th, 2005 11:16 pmApparently there were things besides chocolate and sex that were capable of rendering Rodney incoherent. However, John had really had his heart set on the latter. He tried a different tack. “I’ve just had an emotionally traumatizing experience,” he said. "Please heal me with your penis."
*mourns*
*mourns*
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Date: 2005-11-18 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 04:59 pm (UTC)Um...maybe a companion piece?
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Date: 2005-11-19 12:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 05:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 01:04 am (UTC)LOL!
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Date: 2005-11-19 05:05 pm (UTC)Then in 1846, the potato blight struck. Fortunately, Rodney really liked potatoes, so he used the healing power of his penis to make the blight go away. Everyone lived happily ever after and ate lots of potatoes. The end.
A+.
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Date: 2005-11-19 01:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 05:06 pm (UTC)amazed on behalf of all men
Date: 2005-11-19 01:18 am (UTC)Re: amazed on behalf of all men
Date: 2005-11-19 05:08 pm (UTC)No. Penises heal the soul.
Re: amazed on behalf of all men
Date: 2005-11-20 09:25 am (UTC)Then I'll tell her how.
Then she'll slap/mace/knee me in the groin.
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Date: 2005-11-19 01:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 05:09 pm (UTC)Hm...yet. *eg*
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Date: 2005-11-22 05:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-22 06:49 pm (UTC)Still waiting on the John/Rodney/Anya, however... *eg*
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Date: 2005-11-19 05:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 06:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 05:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 05:15 pm (UTC)1) I wrote the line in the first place;
or 2) I took it out.
My brain = warped for LIFE!
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Date: 2005-11-19 04:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-19 05:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-22 12:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-22 05:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-22 10:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-22 04:02 pm (UTC)Military girls and boys are much like high school boys and girls; amazingly uncouth. It could be a kind of catchphrase!