Woman and spork unite to end the suffering of this badfic
As promised to shipperfey, I bring you this fantastic opus of crap.
Twigs ensnared his jacket and shirt. He tore them both off and left them hanging on a tree. He wouldn’t need them where he was going. Death didn’t care whether he was covered up or not!
However, Nakedemohouse, hereafter refered to as Sheila, might just be enough to send death running into some poor lupus patient’s arms.
Thud; his cane smacked the ground. I wonder how much farther my destination is?
Thud; this is beginning to seem as ennui as my life.
Thud; I wonder if I’ll be disabled when I’m trapped in the land of rotting corpses?
Thud; just be happy you’re not trapped in the land of hyperbole.
Scratch; ow, that sound was not my cane. What the hell just went in my mouth!
This is what happens when you spend the evening with Duke’s lacrosse team.
They all flew down to snatch a vole that had scurried between House’s legs. Which basically meant that House was now being molested by a bunch of owls trying to get the vole; ripping his shirtless form of misery up in the process.
Hey, you show off your midriff, you’re asking for it. My shirtless misery, on the other hand, remains intact. I may be sporking this naked, but I know to stay away from owls with bad reputations.
His leg was throbbing, throbbing. Molesting owls, understanding trees, scratchy brambles, mocking pieces of natures puzzle, and a throbbing leg.
and soul-crushing badfic
Help me. I am injured. I am in pain. The unspoken words were being carried by the wind, a mere imprint of the harsh, deep, throaty sobbing of the massive beast.
I wonder if the author can here my pain on the wind. Help me. I am in pain. I am unlearning grammar. They’re taking away my English degree.
“I feel your pain! I feel your pain! We do not have to go through this alone! Man and Beast may unite to bring our sufferings to an end! Let me treat your wounds, I must help you…in order to help myself…”
Wonder Twin Powers, unite! Form of a huge, gaping vagina!
“Don’t leave me…“he whispered, his voice cracking. Now, after he had been all alone for so long, he had finally found someone who could understand, and he wanted to save this animal so badly, from the moment it had staggered into this small clearing.
Such a noble, intelligent beast. Monkeys everywhere are typing Hamlet. One of those monkeys has a cure for Huntingtons, a baby for Cuddy and Cameron’s dead husband.
This is a short spork, but I'm being raped by owls. Damn this revealing nightie.
Twigs ensnared his jacket and shirt. He tore them both off and left them hanging on a tree. He wouldn’t need them where he was going. Death didn’t care whether he was covered up or not!
However, Nakedemohouse, hereafter refered to as Sheila, might just be enough to send death running into some poor lupus patient’s arms.
Thud; his cane smacked the ground. I wonder how much farther my destination is?
Thud; this is beginning to seem as ennui as my life.
Thud; I wonder if I’ll be disabled when I’m trapped in the land of rotting corpses?
Thud; just be happy you’re not trapped in the land of hyperbole.
Scratch; ow, that sound was not my cane. What the hell just went in my mouth!
This is what happens when you spend the evening with Duke’s lacrosse team.
They all flew down to snatch a vole that had scurried between House’s legs. Which basically meant that House was now being molested by a bunch of owls trying to get the vole; ripping his shirtless form of misery up in the process.
Hey, you show off your midriff, you’re asking for it. My shirtless misery, on the other hand, remains intact. I may be sporking this naked, but I know to stay away from owls with bad reputations.
His leg was throbbing, throbbing. Molesting owls, understanding trees, scratchy brambles, mocking pieces of natures puzzle, and a throbbing leg.
and soul-crushing badfic
Help me. I am injured. I am in pain. The unspoken words were being carried by the wind, a mere imprint of the harsh, deep, throaty sobbing of the massive beast.
I wonder if the author can here my pain on the wind. Help me. I am in pain. I am unlearning grammar. They’re taking away my English degree.
“I feel your pain! I feel your pain! We do not have to go through this alone! Man and Beast may unite to bring our sufferings to an end! Let me treat your wounds, I must help you…in order to help myself…”
Wonder Twin Powers, unite! Form of a huge, gaping vagina!
“Don’t leave me…“he whispered, his voice cracking. Now, after he had been all alone for so long, he had finally found someone who could understand, and he wanted to save this animal so badly, from the moment it had staggered into this small clearing.
Such a noble, intelligent beast. Monkeys everywhere are typing Hamlet. One of those monkeys has a cure for Huntingtons, a baby for Cuddy and Cameron’s dead husband.
This is a short spork, but I'm being raped by owls. Damn this revealing nightie.