Plausibility. We don't need no stinkin' plausibility!
Apparently work leads me to pastures of appalling crack, because we were driving around this morning and I happened to think idly (god. knows. WHY) "gosh, you know what? if Superman had arrived on earth in the late nineties then he wouldn't have crash-landed on the flaming meteorite thingy in a field in Kansas or wherever it was, he would of course have crashed in Chicago and taken out Vechhio's new Riv."
And then it turns into kidfic and Fraser and the Rays trying to cope with Baby of Steel and Frannie thinking he's adorable and then there's the day that Dief accidently brings home the kryptonite donut and-- well.
But mostly it's about poor, poor Ray having car number four go up in smoke and I kind of like that aspect way too much.
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In unrelated news: O Great Internets, Giver of All That is Cracktastical and Unlikely, Please Place Before Me (at Thine Earliest Convenience, Preferably In Ten Minutes) a Goodly and Well Punctuated Selection of Jeannie McKay/Vala Mal Doran.
Because that would be awesome.
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Dear Zak,
Wtf?? Are you chasing your tail? Well, at least it's quieter on the bed than when you do it in the bathtub.
Confusedly,
The Humans.
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OH. Hey, you know what, I think I figured out what's wrong with the cat. I think he may be a little... stoned. Because mum made rum bananas (A++! Would trade again!) and the whole house REEKS of booze. Hee.
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Chris and Neha (who win at awesome) gave me Lush stuff for my birthday so I'm going to go abuse some of it now. WHOO!
ETA: Also, this popped into my head this morning as well, though I apologise it will mostly be funny to about three people (and is ripping off two others, really *sheepish*): "omGTO! wtFraser!" AHAHAHA. I crack me up. And yes, that is probably not something I ought to be proud of. (The cracking up, not the notion.)
And then it turns into kidfic and Fraser and the Rays trying to cope with Baby of Steel and Frannie thinking he's adorable and then there's the day that Dief accidently brings home the kryptonite donut and-- well.
But mostly it's about poor, poor Ray having car number four go up in smoke and I kind of like that aspect way too much.
* * *
In unrelated news: O Great Internets, Giver of All That is Cracktastical and Unlikely, Please Place Before Me (at Thine Earliest Convenience, Preferably In Ten Minutes) a Goodly and Well Punctuated Selection of Jeannie McKay/Vala Mal Doran.
Because that would be awesome.
* * *
Dear Zak,
Wtf?? Are you chasing your tail? Well, at least it's quieter on the bed than when you do it in the bathtub.
Confusedly,
The Humans.
* * *
OH. Hey, you know what, I think I figured out what's wrong with the cat. I think he may be a little... stoned. Because mum made rum bananas (A++! Would trade again!) and the whole house REEKS of booze. Hee.
* * *
Chris and Neha (who win at awesome) gave me Lush stuff for my birthday so I'm going to go abuse some of it now. WHOO!
ETA: Also, this popped into my head this morning as well, though I apologise it will mostly be funny to about three people (and is ripping off two others, really *sheepish*): "omGTO! wtFraser!" AHAHAHA. I crack me up. And yes, that is probably not something I ought to be proud of. (The cracking up, not the notion.)