Unintentional Hilarity
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I've been collecting these for a while, and today I just felt like posting them.
Band Name, Rights, Mine: Wicked Moth.
Band Name, Rights, Mine, the Sequel: Death Ears
Unfortunate Word Choices:
Wow... they've got everything they need to make haggis!
I've... got nothing.
Is 'cubical' better or worse than 'square'? What about 'tubular'? Assume a spherical bishonen...
Well, okay, that's a fair cop. Schuldig is pretty indiscriminate.
I SHALL NOT REST UNTIL I HAVE RECEIVED STICH... SITCH... SNITCH... Oh, fuck it. Just sew me up.
Hooked On Phonics
Okay, the spelling is bad enough. But when did Yuki's sofa become Shuichi's best friend?
Interesting Guesses:
crashendo
sir name
I do not think that means what you think it means:
Summary Executions, all due credit to
mctabby:
Even better than 'accidentally' selling your husband's previous wife's ashes at a yard sale.
Now, there's a surefire setup for buttsex. But wait, there's more. The title of the story is, yes, you guessed it: "Train Wreck."
Band Name, Rights, Mine: Wicked Moth.
When Aya gasped at the feel of Yohji’s wicked moth slanting over his, the blonde used that as an opportunity to insinuate his tongue into the red-head’s sweet mouth.
Band Name, Rights, Mine, the Sequel: Death Ears
The hollow wailing of the wind as it sweeps the land clean, the empty weeping noise created by the rain as it bombards the forsaken....my hated....all fall on death ears as I throw my head back.
Unfortunate Word Choices:
A bowel of rice covered with plastic wrap, a few plastic containers with take out, a package of raw beef, enough ingredients to make stir fried beef for dinner, one of the only meals that he had mastered over the last year.
Wow... they've got everything they need to make haggis!
Her large breasts giggle beneath her one size too small white shirt as she strides across the room to greet them.
I've... got nothing.
At lunch instead of getting a lunch box and sitting in the employee lounge with his cubical mates he had gone shopping.
Is 'cubical' better or worse than 'square'? What about 'tubular'? Assume a spherical bishonen...
“Due to certain public indiscriminations that our client’s son took part in,” he pauses to give Schuldig a knowing look, “our benefactor has decided that they would be more comfortable with someone else filling the position of our client.”
Well, okay, that's a fair cop. Schuldig is pretty indiscriminate.
"Well you defiantly need stiches.”
I SHALL NOT REST UNTIL I HAVE RECEIVED STICH... SITCH... SNITCH... Oh, fuck it. Just sew me up.
Hooked On Phonics
He turned and walked quickly towards [the door], hoping K would have some mercy on Hiro... or at least on Yuki's apholstry, and not shoot the singer's best friend.
Okay, the spelling is bad enough. But when did Yuki's sofa become Shuichi's best friend?
Interesting Guesses:
crashendo
sir name
I do not think that means what you think it means:
Hisoka had just managed to find the spot where the sun sneaked past the curtains and was now sitting on the ray of light illuminating his blond hair and reviling the sparkle in his emerald eyes.
Summary Executions, all due credit to
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Tohma ends up being attached to his new orphans, but accidentally sells one of them to a brothel.
Even better than 'accidentally' selling your husband's previous wife's ashes at a yard sale.
Eiri is on a train that derails and gets crushed with boulders. Shuichi decided to tag along. lemon M/M
Now, there's a surefire setup for buttsex. But wait, there's more. The title of the story is, yes, you guessed it: "Train Wreck."
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