LOL TRUCULENT SEX (In lieu of actual writing...)
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Triedunturently Tripping
House tripped along randomly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Wilson, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a coelacanth hopping along, carrying a desk lamp in its mouth.
House was almost on a bender when he came across a rickrolly cake, lying alone on a convivial plate. "That must be a treat from my evanescent bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked deleterious, so he ate it.
It gave him the most Frances-y tingling sensation in his island of Langerhans. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Wilson.
When Wilson came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" House cried hedonistically.
"Your third distal phalanx! And your xyphoid process!" Wilson said. "They're established! Can't you feel it?"
House felt his third distal phalanx and his xyphoid process. They were indeed quite established. "Oh, no!" House said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that rickrolly cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Wilson said. "I got you a bubble. It must have been that pernicious man who lives nearby. He acts a little impactedly, ever since he reverberated a pinwheel."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" House sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Wilson said really, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your third distal phalanx is really gregarious like that."
"Really?" House dried her tears. House kissed Wilson and it was an entirely truculent sensation, as ecstatic as the plaintiff with the backing of a human rights organisation and the sympathy of the media.
They spent the night having entirely truculent sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Triedunturently Tripping
House tripped along randomly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Wilson, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a coelacanth hopping along, carrying a desk lamp in its mouth.
House was almost on a bender when he came across a rickrolly cake, lying alone on a convivial plate. "That must be a treat from my evanescent bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked deleterious, so he ate it.
It gave him the most Frances-y tingling sensation in his island of Langerhans. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Wilson.
When Wilson came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" House cried hedonistically.
"Your third distal phalanx! And your xyphoid process!" Wilson said. "They're established! Can't you feel it?"
House felt his third distal phalanx and his xyphoid process. They were indeed quite established. "Oh, no!" House said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that rickrolly cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Wilson said. "I got you a bubble. It must have been that pernicious man who lives nearby. He acts a little impactedly, ever since he reverberated a pinwheel."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" House sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Wilson said really, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your third distal phalanx is really gregarious like that."
"Really?" House dried her tears. House kissed Wilson and it was an entirely truculent sensation, as ecstatic as the plaintiff with the backing of a human rights organisation and the sympathy of the media.
They spent the night having entirely truculent sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.