Aaaaaaaaahaha, it pays to get up at 3.30 am, Speranza fic! Now why didn't you make Rodney the slave, eh? ;P Elton John's planet, mwah, what about the glasses then? Och, he doesn't have a gold leash *pout* But what a touching reunion, worried Rodney pushing away the bronzed slaves, dolled-up John jogging to him XD "NO, don't leave me" *snortle* I see we owe this to Shalott ;P
Please tell your...uh...friend the crackhead that she has some quality crack there. "you smell like--I don't know. Fucking paradise." Oh I liked this line...you rock. *g*
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Now why didn't you make Rodney the slave, eh? ;P
Elton John's planet, mwah, what about the glasses then?
Och, he doesn't have a gold leash *pout*
But what a touching reunion, worried Rodney pushing away the bronzed slaves, dolled-up John jogging to him XD
"NO, don't leave me" *snortle* I see we owe this to Shalott ;P
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And hot. Did I mention hot?
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Oh I liked this line...you rock. *g*
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