“Oh yeah, shove yer mast in me hold, give me a good swabbing, fo’c’sle me poop deck, come about me stern, stroke me yardarm, jolly me boat, swing on me lead.” Spike was like a reference book of cliché and double entendre.
OMG! I think I will have to start reading these stories either at home or when I'm alone at work. They are going to send me into loony bin otherwise. Giggling alone in front of the computer and when someone asks why the answer is just mumbling.
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Holy fuck.
There should...I really think...It's just so...
*blinks*
There just aren't words.
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COWPOKING.
That's a word.
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I agree this fic needs a laughter warning!
"The rubber testicle incident" caused a spit-take all over the screen.
Can't wait for the next part.
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Great work!
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*hugs madly*
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i haven't laughed this hard in a long-ass time.
thanks.
:D
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Oh well, a good way to go, I suppose.
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*smooch*
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