WHAT THE FUCK IS SEX POLLEN?!?!

[davidishot]

This story is ridiculously bad and poorly written on purpose dedicated to Emily, she deserves it.

EDIT: I was informed that my fic needed a header, so here it is.

Title: We're Not Lost, Private, We're Infected with Sex Pollen.
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Comments

[volitaire]

I...I don't even know what to say.

This...was THE BEST sex pollen fanfiction I have ever read. I didn't even think that there was going to be characters!

This is obviously canon. No, for real. Aside from the fact that this WAS actually really well written...I...don't even know.

Nixon didn't need any sex pollen to be a creeper. Whenever he sleeps for uneccesarily long periods of time in his foxhole, he must lay himself atop a bramble of sex pollen, and breathe that shit in on a nightly basis

[volitaire]

Also-

SCREENARIO, BITCH.

[davidishot]

FACT.

[davidishot]

AWWWW, thanks!
You know I don't/can't write fanfic, so that is a nice comment.

*pictures Winters typing up report.... VERY SLOWLY*

"Unless, of course, you are Nixon, who radiates sex pollen from his pores."
That is the best thing I have even read. I have no words.

*plans to write more if I am inspired (by Winters and Nixon crackiness) later this week*

[volitaire]

YES! YOU GAVE IT A HEADER!
We're not infected with sex pollen, we're in Normandy!!!

[davidishot]

YES! I DID!
LOL, once I thought of that, I had to make a header, if only just for the title...