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snowpuppies September 27 2004, 21:50:45 UTC
“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.

Holy fuck.

There should...I really think...It's just so...

*blinks*

There just aren't words.

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evilmaniclaugh September 29 2004, 06:35:27 UTC
There are words.

COWPOKING.

That's a word.

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mariposa_sky September 27 2004, 22:20:47 UTC
Giggling so much people are looking at me strangely.

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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evilmaniclaugh September 29 2004, 06:36:06 UTC
I want to twang Angel's balls... do you think DB would mind?

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piksa September 27 2004, 22:28:07 UTC
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.

Great work!

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evilmaniclaugh September 29 2004, 06:36:28 UTC
Thank you

*hugs madly*

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soulless_lover September 27 2004, 22:37:37 UTC
i officially hold you responsible for my tear-streaked face, sore stomach, and aching jaw.

i haven't laughed this hard in a long-ass time.

thanks.

:D

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evilmaniclaugh September 29 2004, 06:37:18 UTC
Laughing is good for the... um... soul... only you haven't got one apparently *giggles and runs off*

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shapinglight September 28 2004, 01:37:06 UTC
Stop it! Stop it! I might die laughing!

Oh well, a good way to go, I suppose.

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evilmaniclaugh September 29 2004, 06:38:12 UTC
Heeee.

*smooch*

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