cimorene

on the subject of the last post,

bananasrock thinks i should definitely write bush/cheney now, and

ninglor found the article.

cim thing: and imagine the sex the night before!
cim thing: 'oh, but i might lose you!'
Queen of Normal: You should write B/C slash
cim thing: 'georgey, we HAVE to go'
cim thing: 'i know that, dickey. i know. it's for the good of the party--' ::strokes cheney's head::
Queen of Normal: Just.
Queen of Normal: Don't say anything about their cocks.

so like--fifty paces and turn?

or are we dueling with swords?

so the seconds, do they stand at the corners and say if it was fair, or is it their job to call the carriage after, and the doctor rushes over. and cheney is dabbing at bush's arm with his own ruined neckcloth, and bush is croaking, "dickey..."

"you'll be fine, just don't talk," cheney says.

it's raining! and dickey was too upset. he snaps at bush's valet (who's the valet--that rumsfeld guy perhaps--every now and then they do a kinky threesome or four), "well, what are you standing about for? where's the carriage, damn you!"

so bush has been WOUNDED but not KILLED, right, so hussein wins.

which means he gets to do... o.O what?

deepsix: Maybe a sword for Bush and a rocket grenade launcher for Hussein. But then there'd be nothing left for Dickey to dab at, so maybe not. Because there NEEDS to be dabbing and calling for the carriage and such.

If Hussein won, maybe he would. hmm. I don't even KNOW. Get to take home his beautiful bride, ie. Kofi Annan?

me: ...! i've got it! maybe he gets rumsfeld!

cim thing: c/b!
cim thing: it sounds like a disease!
cim thing: it IS a disease!
Queen of Normal: Pleeeeeeease write a story. It'll be fun!
cim thing: the leader(s) of the free world: one disease and one brain cell between them.